This year was the third year of Zhaoyuan.

It has been three years since the heavy snow in southern Xinjiang that is rare in the world and the devastating disaster in southern Xinjiang.

I never thought that during these three years, the King of Qin would gradually degenerate. It turned out that the King of Qin without Rong Jin's support was just an embroidered pillow that was not good. I witnessed the whole process of his smooth sailing and hitting walls everywhere. I witnessed that the current emperor wanted to reuse him again and again, but he did not know the current affairs and thought he was very kind to refute.

Witnessing that he fell from the honorable prince above ten thousand people step by step to the abyss that no one could save him.

In the past three years, perhaps because I destroyed southern Xinjiang, the emperor attaches great importance to me, but at a banquet, he smiled and said to me, "General, you are tired after fighting for half your life. Why don't you give you hundreds of hectares of fertile land, countless family businesses, and be a safe and secure Duke of the Nation, okay?"

Release military power with a glass of wine.

I naturally knew that all his reuse of me was nothing but a little bit of her.

For three years, I have not regretted for a moment. I regretted that my ancestral sword has no more rubies that can cure all the difficult and complicated diseases in this world. I regretted why I had to travel with her on that mission to the southern Xinjiang and expose her daughter.

What I know about my fingertips is the saying in history, "The first person to be a girl is to become a beauty."

I have been wondering what kind of heroic appearance she should have when she was standing in the Imperial College as a newly promoted prime minister.

I regret not seeing it before.

Fortunately, I have never seen it.

If I had met you at the beginning, will you indulge in the meager memories more openly and chew the past repeatedly until it squeezed out the last trace of sweetness?

I noticed my rapid aging, but what happened to me was the smiling face when I fell.

Smiling, extremely soothing.

Ruge... My intersection with you seems to have been limited to one mistake since the first time.

If I knew from the beginning that you were Ruge, if I knew from the beginning that Ning Ke, the famous female star in the world, was actually Lin Jiang's daughter Lin Ruge, would I still watch it on the wall and keep it indifferent?

Perhaps it was God who mocked me for being alone, which caused me to lose my most important person in the face of surprise.

Ruge...I have never called you like this.

Ruge, three years later, I became ill and confused until I was bedridden.

Everyone said that I was angry and angry, and I was infected with the cold, but they didn't know that my anger was because I remembered that I was in Hanye City that year and forgot to take you to see my favorite Sun and Moon Lake. The sun and Moon Heaven and Earth are all in that lake, and the purest scenery is clear and quiet.

No one knows that even if I am seriously ill, there is still only one person I am thinking about.

Only Lin Ruge, who is respected by the current emperor as Empress Huimin and Shun, is alone.

Like Song, if you miss you, there is no cure for you. If you can go back to Shanghai again, I will die with you, instead of suffering alone and tossing and turning in this endless lovesickness.

Ruge, please allow me to accompany you.

The Emperor and Queen will never abandon it.
Chapter completed!