The person lying on the bed did not speak, only reached out and patted her hand comfortingly.

Xi Shi cried out of breath.

If it wasn't for her, how could she willingly return to this imperial city?

Xi Shi only complained about why she didn't hit her head to death at the time.

Appearing to understand her thoughts, the little general finally spoke.

"Don't blame you, even if you are not taken away, he will not let me go."

Hearing her say this, Xi Shi felt more guilty in her heart.

Enduring the grief in her heart, Xi picked up and waited for her.

In winter, when the weather started to turn cold, the injury on the little general's foot finally healed.

She sat up from the bed alone, tried to walk with her feet on the ground, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she fell to the ground.

The little general lay on the ground, and the cold stone bricks carried the chill into his body, as if it were trying to seal her blood.

She could no longer walk.

But obviously she used to ride a horse very well.

As the New Year approached, Ning Chi's imperial decree and the queen's Xia Pi arrived together.

Sure enough, he believed her words and named her a queen.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs could see that the saint attaches great importance to the empress, so he also worked hard to organize the post-closing ceremony.

The palace also became lively for a while, with lights and festoons all over, plastered with red double happiness characters.

It's just that her health is not good and her legs are inconvenient, so the ceremony after the seal is still simple.

I finally got her completely, Ning Chi amnesty the world, and enjoy the whole world. The restaurants everywhere began to sing the love between the emperor and the queen.

But the two alone knew that there was no affection.

One is being forced to be helpless, and the other is being forced.

On the night of the post-season ceremony, as usual, the emperor should spend the night with the queen, just like a private couple entering the bridal chamber.

But when Ning Chi finished everything and returned to the new house, his queen had quietly fallen asleep on the bed.

Ning Chi's heart is soft and unimaginable.

It's his.

From now on, as long as there is his name in the history of youth, there will also be her name.

In the coming generations, Ning Chi and Wen Si Jiu will be next to each other and will never be separated.

Thinking of this, Ning Chi walked to the bed and leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead.

His full affection was put into this kiss, but when he sat up straight after kissing, he saw that she was already awake, and looked at him with a pair of numb eyes with no emotion, without saying a word.

The smile on Ning Chi's face paused.

After a while, he gently embraced her in his arms and gently removed her clothes.

When the two met, the people under him still didn't react at all, leaving him to toss.

Ning Chi's movements were gentle, and when she was emotional, she whispered in her ear: "I drink wine, I will be good to you in the future."

He wants to give her the best things in the world, as long as she wants, he will definitely satisfy her.

Ning Chi also wants to be the Mingjun she admires most, and strives to make the world peaceful.

He wants to spend the rest of his life with her and let the stories of their love be written in history books.

The people under Ning Chi's legs were weakly placed on his shoulders, and there were obvious scars on the ankles, which looked extremely ugly.

The little general with hollow eyes still didn't say anything, but stared at the beams blankly, as if he didn't hear anything.

Festive red candles glowed with warm yellow lights, spreading across the room.

There was a lot of snow outside the window, and the fluttering snow covered all the dirt and gloom in this world, leaving only a seemingly clean ground.

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