Chapter 1111
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Shen Miao thought that after knowing the ending of these two people, she would definitely be happy but at this moment, there was not much feeling in her heart. It was as if she had only done what she should do and did not take revenge as her responsibility for the rest of her life.
Because she looked at her lower abdomen. She still had more important things, and the present.
Trapped in the shackles of hatred, the one who could not walk out was herself. But Xie Jing Xing and this child finally let her walk out from that long nightmare. The longer one lived alone, the calmer one's heart would be. She had finally done the last thing that she could do for Fu Ming and Wan Yu. She wanted to live well in her current life.
Luo Tan was looking at the flowers outside and said, "The lotus flowers are really good. Biao Youngest Sister, let us go for a walk later."
Shen Miao nodded her head.
The lotus flowers were very good and Empress Xiande loved to look at lotus flowers.
Emperor Yong Le's health was also getting worse by the day.
The edict of succession had already been privately discussed with Emperor Yong Le's trusted ministers. Emperor Yong Le did not hide his illness from them and the few ministers had already secretly arranged everything. If there was really a day when Emperor Yong Le did not wake up, everything would take its course and the edict of succession would be announced to the world. When Xie Jing Xing returned to the court, what would be waiting for him would be the responsibility of the entire Great Liang.
Naturally Emperor Yong Le's illness was also hidden from Xie Jing Xing.
These things were like heavy shackles and those who knew would not be happy. This was also Emperor Yong Le's own choice.
And at this time, Empress Xiande was the calmest. She still brewed tea, read books, played chess and wrote everyday. She chatted with Emperor Yong Le about daily life and occasionally teased Shen Miao. If one ignored Emperor Yong Le's increasingly pale face, perhaps everything looked no different from before.
In the Wei Yang Palace, Empress Xiande looked outside and said, "It just rained today and when night falls, it will definitely be very cool. This concubine cannot bear to drink that small jar of snow wine. Let's do it tonight. How about Your Majesty accompany this concubine to drink it?"
Emperor Yong Le sat on the chair and glanced at Empress Xiande before laughing, "One jar. Do you want to get drunk?" But his words were very gentle.
"If one could get drunk and not wake up, who wouldn't want to?" Empress Xiande muttered to herself. She then said, "One jar of wine isn't enough to make one drunk. This concubine's alcohol tolerance is very good. When I was young, I often stole wine with my older brother in the mansion to drink. "
When Emperor Yongle heard this, he showed a rare look of interest and said, "This doesn't seem like something you would do."
"This is nothing." When Empress Xiande said this, there was some pride in her voice, "Drinking with my brothers, I have never lost. At that time, his father even boasted that he would definitely find an aged wine that could make his concubine drunk with just one sip. He searched for a long time, but to no avail. Later, when I entered the palace, I didn't dare to drink too much, so I didn't drink anymore. "
"One moment it's tea, the next moment it's wine." Emperor Yong Le sighed, "Your preferences are very far apart."
"Drinking tea clears one's mind. Drinking alcohol is indulgence." Empress Xiande smiled, "So tonight, Your Majesty, don't put on airs and indulge for once. The snow wine was personally brewed by this concubine. Although it can't compare to bejeweled nectar, it can still be compared to Moon Breeze. "
"Alright." Emperor Yong Le said, "I will accompany you for this one time."
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In the late summer, the night breeze blew gently. The lake was ten li green, the wind lotuses were slender and elegant. As the breeze blew, green ripples appeared. Long Ye's summer was long and even at the end of the eighth month, there was no chill.
In the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, there was a small jar of wine, a few pastries and two wine bowls on the table.
Emperor Yong Le looked at the round wine bowl in front of him and raised his eyebrows, "Use this?" When he made this action that Xie Jing Xing loved to do, it was very similar to Xie Jing Xing.
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