After decadence (rebirth)

When Qianya saw Xiao Jiuzheng again, it was at the grand ceremony of the new emperor. He has been promoted to the rank of Empress Xiao Jiuzheng, holding a little emperor under the age of one, sitting together in a dragon chair to receive prayers from hundreds of officials. Thousand glances at the most glorious Xiao Jiuzheng. She suddenly returned to her previous life. At this moment, Thousand is a little sad inside, a little shushing, and a little comforting.

Xiao Jiuzheng sat on the dragon chair and accepted the prayer of the hundred officials. She looked at Chia not far away and remembered the scene more than 10 years ago when Chia and herself spoke of Chia Jiuzheng, when the phoenix came to the ceremony. Xiao Jiuzheng was fortunate that she was able to be with herself at a time of great glory.

That evening, after the climbing ceremony, Xiao Jiuzheng returned to Changle Palace exhausted and saw a cold breeze blowing outside Chia Ya's lonely palace.

Xiao Jiucheng asked the palace people to back off, and she walked to Qianya.

“Ugly...” Xiao Jiuzheng called softly.

“As if nothing had changed, I felt particularly useless.” Chia Ya said in a low tone.

“How can Chia Ya be useless, at least this mountain is a lonely family, and all the lonely descendants can enjoy the glory and riches you bring to them. Most importantly, you're alive, which means the most to me.” Xiao Jiuzheng looked at Qianya and said very seriously.

Qianya embraced Xiao Jiuzheng in her arms, thinking of her deceased father and brother, held Xiao Jiuzheng extremely tight, Xiao Jiuzheng is the only one she can rely on now, only Xiao Jiuzheng can bring a little warmth in the cold.

“It's my fault, if I could have thought of it sooner, I could have brought you back sooner, maybe I could have saved you...” Xiao Jiuzheng felt that if I had come back sooner, maybe the result would have been different.

“You've done enough for our lonely family.” Chia Ya can't blame Xiao Jiuzheng. In fact, living two generations cannot change his own destiny. Man is so insignificant in front of his destiny, he can't deny his destiny.

“It's not enough. One day I'll stop making you so sad.” Xiao Jiuzheng also held Qianya tightly, and she hated the feeling of powerlessness that she could not share for Qianya every time she suffered.

Ting watched the two people held together not far away, also silently wiped tears, thankfully the maid found the lady, thankfully the lady and the maid.

Lu Jiexie, who is still painting, hurriedly put down the pen in her hand. Her master sister always comes home early and late. Especially when the emperor collapses, the new emperor climbs the throne. She can hardly even see the shadow of her master sister. Tomorrow, tomorrow, we will observe each other, but often think together.

Since he and Su Qing sank together, Su Qing sunk, Lu Qingxue was not allowed to draw any more pictures of the female Spring Palace, paint mountain water or anything. Lu Jiexiu did not paint the Spring Palace anymore, compared to painting mountain water, but she still loved to paint women. There are many women in the palace, there are all kinds of beauties in the world, there are endless themes, but Lu Jiexiu is secretly painting beauty, because the master sister doesn't like her painting other women. The women painted by Lu Zhengxue are especially preached. The wind is very different. Outside the palace, everyone competes for a collection. Especially the beauty of Lu Zhengxue painting, like to make series, such as twelve flower gods, Huo Luo, seven fairies, witches, etc. Lu Zhengxue painted the beautiful picture, the posture is particularly bold, but not sexy, the posture is a thousand, many pictures of the beautiful people became the dream lover of many schoolchildren.

A lot of literary Yas, very curious about this Mr. Ziwei, can draw so many beautiful Mr. Ziwei who is sacred, some assert that this must be hidden between power, read all the beauty of the world, otherwise how can you draw such a variety of beauty. Every beauty in the beautiful picture, never to be repeated, that every detail, every □ □, is so preached nature, stunning, makes the loved ones love to let go.

It has been said that it would be unfortunate if a series of beautiful images of Mr. Ziyin could be collected. It's not easy to collect a pair, not to mention a series. Someone once organized a painting exhibition inviting almost all the powerful and possessed beauty picture holders of Mr. Zi Wang in Kyoto, bringing all the beautiful picture of Mr. Zi Wang together to make everyone happy. Unfortunately, that exhibition, that is, two collections, and a few more collections didn't come together.

In the past three years, Xiao Jiuzheng did not think about the chart of the Spring Palace. Therefore, Mr. Zifang transformed, she had no problem with it. As for Lu Jiexie's painting of herself and Qianya in the series, she did not know. God like Xiao Jiuzheng beauty is the head of the twelve flower gods, God like a thousand elegant beauty, is the head of the female Huo Lu Shuo, after Lu Jiexie painted, give these two to Xiao Jiuzheng. So the two series, when they were on display, were missing the two most critical pictures.

Lu Jiexiu's most frequent painting is Su Qingshen. Su Qingshen is also one of the flower gods. However, out of his own selfishness, Lu Jiexiu passed on all the pictures of Su Qingshen for his own viewing only.

In Lu Jiexie's impression, her master sister was so busy, so much so in the fresh air, and now she is a woman in the palace, especially.

“Is the matter in the palace over?" Lu Jiexie asked concerned. Every time the Queen's mother left the palace, her master sister was busy. This time she ran into the emperor's collapse, the new emperor boarded the throne, and she was too busy splitting up. It was rare to see her back so early tonight.

Lu Jiexie walked to Su Qing's body and rubbed her shoulders for Su Qing. Such hard work really hurt her.

“The rush has finally stabilized, and after a while it will be much better.” Su Qingshen replied that the sour shoulder, rubbed by Lu Jiexiu, felt sour and numb, even comfortable.

“That's good. I just hope my mother finds Her Royal Highness soon. Otherwise, every time she leaves the palace, it's your busiest time.” Lu Jiexie sighed, "As long as Xiao Jiuzheng is away, the master sister is not only busier than on weekdays, her nerves are tight, so she doesn't want Xiao Jiuzheng out of the palace at all.

“In the future, Mother won't be out of the palace again.” Su Qingshen felt that the person Xiao Jiuzheng brought back should be lonely and elegant. As long as he found loneliness and elegance, Xiao Jiuzheng would not be out of the palace. As long as Xiao Jiuzheng was in the palace, Su Qingshen felt that he was more relaxed mentally, because Xiao Jiuzheng was standing on top of him when the sky collapsed.

“Have you found Her Royal Highness?” Lu Zhengxue asked with surprise.

“The person looked very much like Her Royal Highness the Princess, except that she was said to have ruined her face and her mother claimed not to be Her Royal Highness the Princess.” Su Qing said honestly.

“The face is ruined?” Lu Zhengyue's worried face, thinking of the lonely and proud nature, that beautiful face ruined the words, probably understand a few points.

“The matter cannot be debated outside.” Su Qing gave a disturbing account, even though Lu Zhengxue had been in the palace for many years, she felt that Lu Zhengxue was still pure like a piece of white paper.

“I never talk much. For her mother, her life is more important than anything, her face is ruined, it's not too important.” Lu Zhengxue is still happy for Xiao Jiuzheng.

“Well, Mother is an ordinary woman, naturally she doesn't care, just find it.” Su Qing agreed.

“Mother doesn't have to go out to the palace every year to find Her Royal Highness, Master Sister, and in the future, when Mother is out of the palace, she is fearful, and she dares not neglect at all.” Lu Jiexie thinks this is the happiest thing that ever happened to her. It also means that she can spend a little more time with herself.

“After entering the palace, I let you down.” Su Qing sank, pulling Lu Jiexie in front of herself and letting Lu Jiexie sit on her lap, she buried her face in Lu Jiexie's chest.

After Lu Jiexiu sat on Su Qing's sinking leg, his white face immediately became red.

Su Qingshen felt that the world probably would never have thought of it. He painted so many pictures of the Spring Palace. Mr. Ziwei, who painted such beautiful pictures, was such an easily blushed woman. Lu Jiexie secretly drew a lot of beautiful pictures behind her back. Don't she know? She just closed her eyes. Said that she was easy to be shy, and the bed was very rude between Meng Wang, so she switched with another person, then it was Mr. Zi Wang.

Because Lu Qingxue has been cold for more than a month, Su Qingsin's hands began to move on Lu Qingxue, Lu Qingxue's face is even more red, and Master Sister is also getting more...