Feng Yunian found out that he had a few white hairs, so he could only pull them out carefully, in an attempt to make himself younger.
Today is her birthday.
He took her favorite pastries and some incense candles to worship.
Her mausoleum was built luxuriously, leaving his place.
A hundred years later, when he died, he was able to enter here, and he was happy when he thought of it.
Feng Yunian looked at the tombstone, the snow fell on his hair, like gray hair.
He burned the paper, "Weiwei, are you okay?"
Only the cold wind whistled past.
He was used to it, "You never told me that your favorability level reached 100."
She only said ninety-nine.
Feng Yunian showed a calm smile in the vicissitudes of life, "But when you slaughtered the old officials who were loyal to you and put me on the throne, I knew that it was your hundred."
He still remembered her embarrassed saying that if her favorability level reached 100.
When he got the country, he didn't want her anymore.
The fact is, she gave him the land, and then didn't want him.
"There was a drought at the beginning of this year, and there were so many memorials on my desk that they could bury me."
He smiled with a smile on his lips, "It's all scolding me, scolding my man for inheriting orthodoxy, and the law of nature is unbearable, even if I pay less tax, focus on water conservancy and agriculture, and make their lives easier, I'm still a demon."
Any natural disaster is his fault.
She also knew that she took away the most powerful group of people back then.
She died, and the ministers who came out of the sea of blood from the mountain of swords only obeyed her.
As soon as she died, his man ascended the throne.
These people have to go against it.
Even though she had cleared so many obstacles for him, he still had a hard time all these years.
very bitter.
Feng Yunian whispered while burning the Ming paper.
It seems like this can reduce the pain in my heart by one point.
It can also make heavy thoughts lighter.
"Weiwei, it's really boring and uninteresting to guard the country, how could I ever have the idea of becoming an emperor."
When he said this, tears finally couldn't hold back and fell from his eyes.
He hurriedly wiped it, "It's all my fault, to see why you keep complaining, I should say something happy."
Then Feng Yunian choked his voice and forced a smile to talk about how many good deeds he had done to benefit the country and the people.
He was reluctant to stay up until late at night before returning to the palace.
As soon as I returned to the palace, I saw my confidant waiter hurriedly come to report.
"There are more than a dozen ministers who instigated tens of thousands of people to kneel at the entrance of the palace in the south, saying that after His Majesty ascended the throne as a man, natural disasters will come every year, and I hope His Majesty will abdicate."
In recent years, there have been more natural disasters than ever before.
When the man ascended the throne, his name was not right, and all the women were crushed.
And Feng Yunian began to promote male officials.
This simply moved the pie of the interest group. He has been fighting with this group of people for a long time.
Feng Yunian was silent for a while, and then said coldly, "I know, let them kneel. I'll get up and deal with it tomorrow morning."
The waiter stepped back.
Then he sat alone in a chair and was in a daze for a long time.
Someone turned against him.
"Vivi..." he called softly.
"Um."
He raised his head suddenly, but saw Bai Weiwei leaning lazily against the table, her smile still on.
Feng Yunian was pleasantly surprised and rushed over to hug her with trembling hands.
But the next moment, the only thing holding in his hand is Void.
Feng Yunian was stunned. He looked at the cold air in the room, and there was no sign of her.
Lovesickness has penetrated into the bones, into the devil.
He laughed twice, sad and aggrieved.
Then he walked slowly out of the door and into the hall.