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As Mrs. Qiao said, hot tears welled up in her eyes.

She sighed lowly.

"The first queen fell ill, and the first emperor only went to see it a few times, but no matter which time, the two broke up happily.

She wanted to be strong all her life, and she would not open her mouth to say that she was wrong until she died. When she was dying, the late emperor was probably soft-hearted and asked me to see her.

I wanted to bring her comfort, but she told me that her only wish was to be buried on a high green hill. "

Mrs. Qiao can't forget what the Queen said to her decades ago.

It was as if when I closed my eyes, I could still see the look of the last time I saw her.

In the cold palace, the first queen Chi Fu lost her plump and dignified appearance before.

But her eyes are so dark that you can't ignore them.

Just like the arrogant demeanor she had when she was in her prime.

Chi Fu stood under the window, watching the swallows flying in the blue sky, a very beautiful smile appeared on her face.

"Ashi." She softly called Madam Qiao's boudoir name.

Mrs. Qiao only felt that the wind that came in from outside the window was blowing her thin robe.

As if to take her away.

Chi Fu pointed to the swallow in the sky: "Look, it's another year when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and Han'er's birthday is coming soon, but unfortunately, I probably won't be able to see it."

After being imprisoned in the cold palace for so long, she never saw Gu Yihan once.

I heard that her son resented her and felt that she wanted to poison herself and bring down Concubine Yu.

Mrs. Qiao hurriedly said: "Sister Fu, don't talk nonsense, the emperor has already softened his heart, he is willing to let me talk to you, just to comfort you.

Don't think about anything now, take care of your illness, and I'm afraid you will be out of the cold palace soon. "

Chi Fu heard the words, but just smiled and didn't speak.

But it can be seen that in her eyes, there is no more sorrow than death.

This deep palace is a place of suffering full of thorns for her.

When Mrs. Qiao left, she didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Chi Fu said to her: "Ashi, after I die, please look at the relationship between the boudoirs in the past and fight for me.

Take my corpse to a high green hill and bury it. If I knew it, I could look at this country and see if there was a son that belonged to me in the end. "

Madam Qiao was stunned: "Sister Fu..."

When the first winter rain fell, the first queen died of illness.

In the end, he never saw Gu Yihan.

Gu Nuo'er watched her grandmother fall into memory.

Tears kept pouring out of the corners of his closed eyes.

She stretched out her little hand and wiped Mrs. Qiao.

"Grandma, don't cry, Nuoer will feel distressed."

Gu Nuo'er hugged her arm tightly with her two small hands.

Madam Qiao took a deep breath and eased her emotions.

She just touched Gu Nuo'er's head, tears of love flashing in her eyes.

"Nuoer, no matter what others tell you, how bad the first queen is, don't believe it.

What happened back then must have been a frame-up against her. When the emperor was still young, he suffered from a serious illness.

The imperial physicians prescribed countless medicines, but they had no effect at all. The first empress hugged him and knelt down in Taishi Temple for a whole day and night.

How could such a mother kill her own child for the sake of power! It's just that you can't mention this before Your Majesty. "

Mrs. Qiao sighed: "Because of the lack of evidence for what happened back then, the emperor was still young at that time, and he still doesn't know the truth. I'm afraid, I also blame the first queen in my heart."