The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　When faced with a sudden blow like a blizzard, different people will behave differently.

　　 Rouge shed tears because she has a dependency, but Zhao Yu is different. He is the emperor, even if there is thunder in his heart, he faces Ruoping Lake.

Outside the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, under the vast stone statue tower, the flying goose feathers and heavy snow fell on the black robes of the young emperor, which was particularly conspicuous, while Zhao Yu patted the big hand on the rouge shoulder with fiery warmth. Including his chest.

Under the harsh gust of wind, the teleporting beam behind Zhao Yu dissipated one after another, and the big robes dancing gradually appeared. The entire originally slightly lonely White Emperor Palace began to be filled with vitality, unconsciously, Zhao Yu has become the center of the entire Baidi Palace and the entire Daxia.

　　He is happy, Baidi Gong is happy, Daxia is happy, he is angry, Baidi Gong is angry, Daxia is angry!

After all the personnel who had returned from the Fengzhou coast arrived, Zhao Yu gently touched Rouge's head in his arms, then hugged him up, raised his legs and stepped forward, the magnificent and steady emperor sounded The entire sky:

　　 "The Yuan day is approaching, you can return home to reunite, I will not go out in the palace in the near future, if there is an order, I will use the flying messenger to give it, Xu Qing, you can arrange it."

　　 The growing snowflakes flooded the figure of the young emperor holding the rouge forward. All the people under the stone statue tower knelt on one knee, and a uniform voice came out:

　　 "Thank your majesty Longen, long live your majesty!"

　　 Zhao Yu's figure has completely disappeared, but everyone is unwilling to get up for a long time, because they have all experienced the thunder roaring in the young emperor's heart, almost bursting into the sky and changing the color of the world.

　　 "Your Majesty, I really love you!"

Xu Qing took the lead in getting up, muttering, and there was a voice that only she could hear, and then she pulled the hood of the big robe that covered her whole body, completely concealing her entire face, and at the same time, she also slipped down the heroic face. Two rows of teardrops are deeply hidden.

　　 The two drops of girl tears fell, and they were instantly frozen into ice crystals by the freezing temperature in the northwest of Daxia, crystal clear, but countless thoughts lingered in them.

The White Emperor Palace is very large. Generally, Zhao Yu travels from the Royal Garden to the Lingbo Temple where the old lady is in a carriage, especially in this icy and snowy weather. Therefore, Zhao Yu just came out of the stone statue tower transmission platform, and there was a wide and solemn one. The carriage stopped in front, but the young emperor did not get into the carriage, but staggered past with the rouge.

　[Country Novel www.xiangcun7.com]　He wants to be alone under this cold snow.

Yanzhi closed her eyes and leaned her head on Zhao Yu's chest. She could clearly hear the powerful heart and rhythmic beating of the former. At the same time, the breath of Zhao Yu made her heart reassuring and warm. She was completely Not feeling any cold, then Rouge's long eyelashes trembled for a while, opened his mouth and gently said:

　　 "Your Majesty, the concubine is guilty."

　　 Rouge has not yet fully expressed his expression, Zhao Yu lowered his head, looked at the pretty face in his arms, and responded:

　　 "I know that grandma didn't let you tell me, and don't blame you."

　　 Rouge nodded, knowing that Zhao Yu needs to be quiet, she stopped speaking, and rubbed her head against the young emperor's chest, and continued to close her eyes, only grasping the latter's clothes even harder.

　　 The city of God under the heavy snow, the dark is always particularly abrupt, the light on the sky suddenly dimmed, and the young emperor took the rouge, step by step across the entire imperial garden, and appeared outside the Lingbo Hall.

　　 Outside the Lingbo Hall, Zhao Yu gently put the rouge down, and then stood quietly for a long time. For some reason, he heard the scene of entering the hall for the first time half a year ago. It was also snowy like this, but the time passed and the mood was completely different.

　　 "Your Majesty, grandma should just be eating at this meeting, let's eat with her."

Rouge's small hand held Zhao Yu's big hand and turned to speak. Then the young Master Daxia nodded, raised his left hand, and stepped into the door. Then all the court ladies and eunuchs who followed him all stayed outside the hall, kneeling. In the snow.

Zhao Yu walked under the eaves, and the gate of Lingbo Hall opened to both sides, revealing the figure of a middle-aged court lady who had served the old lady for more than ten years. After saluting Zhao Yu respectfully, she got up and took pictures of the piles on her body. snow.

　　 The outer hall of Lingbo Hall is brightly lit as usual. Hundreds of candles are lit all together, just like daylight.

　　 The old lady was sitting at the dinner table at this time, her face was calm, she did not move the chopsticks, but seemed to be waiting for someone. Then the old lady heard the noise, raised her head subconsciously, smiled slightly, and said loudly:

　　 "It's Yuer, are you back?"

　　 "It's me, grandma."

Zhao Yu turned sideways, looked at the old lady beside the dining table, and then stared at the latter's eyes like a layer of ink. The hand holding the rouge tightened slightly. At this time, the eyes of the old lady were gone. Any whites of eyes and pupils were just a mass of pitch black, but at the next breath, Zhao Yu recovered as usual, gently pulled rouge and sat down at the table, and continued to speak:

　　 "Yu Er willful, let grandma wait for a long time, this meal is almost cold."

　　 "It won't be a problem, I am old, I have eaten less, but you are Yuer. You have been out of the palace for so many days. I just came back to accompany this old woman. It is really hard."

The old empress still smiled kindly, and there was no pain in her voice, but with pity, but Zhao Yu, who had left for a while, clearly felt that the old man beside her was too weak compared to before. It's like a candle that is about to burn to embers, light and dark.

　　 "Yu Er is still young, not hard."

　　 "It is because of my youth that I have to work harder to add more incense to the Zhao family."

　　The old lady's tone still contained a little blame, and the rouge on the side had lowered her head and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her belly.

　　 "Okay, hurry up to eat, I'm all hungry."

The old lady patted the middle-aged court lady next to her, and the voice came out softly, and then Zhao Yu moved the chopsticks first, followed by Rouge and Fry. The dining table in the Lingbo Hall was huge, but there were not many people. There were only four people when it was full. It also shows how few people are in the Zhao family.

　　 The death of any one person means that the Lord of Great Xia, Zhao, has almost collapsed in half!

　　 At the beginning of dinner, the middle-aged maid next to the old lady took a bowl of vegetables and prepared to feed it to the old lady who could no longer see, but the old lady turned her head away, stretched out her hands, and spoke loudly and loudly:

　　 "The old man does not need to be fed, and my palace is not enough to be fed!"

The voice of the old lady was unquestionably determined. The middle-aged court lady had to hand the bowls and chopsticks in the hands of the former, and then the old lady held the bowl in her left hand and the chopsticks in her right. In the mouth, chewing carefully, the complexion does not change.

　　 Opposite the old queen, Zhao Yu and Yanzhi silently watched everything in front of them, and the tears in Yanzhi's big eyes flowed out again uncontrollably.

　　Because the old lady is holding a piece of condiment for seasoning, it will be very spicy once it is in the mouth, but there is nothing unusual when the old lady chews.

　　 Before the old man's vision was deprived, she had lost her sense of taste.