Chapter 220 Chess Queen (End)

Flipping through one by one, from the crooked way she wrote the pen with emotion, to the beautiful font later, the content includes poems and lyrics, scattered and varied.

Qian Shaohua's hand suddenly stopped.

The familiar powerful font of the sky suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

He couldn't believe it, and continued to flip through it. How many pages in a row, they were all in this font.There are also a lot of scattered content about Sun Tzu's Art of War, and on another piece of paper, there are many methods of marching troops.

how is this possible.

He flipped down in a hurry, his hands were getting colder and colder, and his breathing was almost stagnant, when suddenly a piece of paper caught his attention.

"It's so difficult to write with the left hand!" I can't tell whether the handwriting is swaying or flying, and every word is very hard, and I can feel the infinite resentment of the person who wrote this word at that time.

He turned over all the thick paper one by one.The young emperor suddenly fell on the table and wept bitterly.

Xuan Xia, how could it be you.

This result was unexpected, but it seemed to be reasonable. Back then, Fengluan Hall was guarded as airtight as an iron barrel, so in fact there was not a single person with peerless martial arts, but that person, who was in Fengluan. in the hall.

Or perhaps, there was no one who knew things like a god, but she returned to the Jiang family. When Jiang Yelang returned temporarily, he probably had something to do with her.

He remembered the poem she had written.

Although she is a daughter, she has the courage of a hundred men.Don't mention two or two with your hands, but your heart is tied to the world.

What to do with her a woman?But in the end, it was not only related to her, but she even turned the whole crisis around and the country was stable.

Xuan Xia.

do you like meThat's why you do so much for me?His fingertips slid across every word she wrote, tears fell, and the handwriting was blurred.

Qian Shaohua stayed in Fengluan Hall for a day, and before leaving, he held a pile of dusty paper in his arms, and he held them carefully in his arms, as if visiting the rarest treasures.

One year later, the situation gradually stabilized, and the country's operation was back on track. The issue of enriching the harem was gradually put on the agenda, but no matter how worried the ministers were, Qian Shaohua remained indifferent , doesn't seem to be in a hurry.

It's just that he has to go to the imperial mausoleum once a month, leaving all the servants outside and staying inside for half a day. Every time he goes, he will bring a piece of paper, go there once, and burn one piece.

No one knew what he was doing inside. From his indifferent appearance, people only felt that he was just going in and sitting there, leisurely as if traveling.

No matter when, the expression is indifferent as usual.It's just a harem, and never accepts other women.

He found a few good children from other clans and brought them up in the palace. When those children were 15 years old, he appointed one of them as the crown prince. Afterwards, he tried his best to hand over many affairs to the crown prince. When he had free time, he went to the imperial mausoleum to sit, and the time he went there was longer. Later, he simply built a small palace near the imperial mausoleum and lived there for a long time. The crown prince came several times to invite him back to the palace. They were all rejected by him.

Opposite the palace is the tomb of the late queen.

He often talked with the late empress here for a whole day, and the calm smile on the corner of his mouth made people even think that the late empress was still alive.

Before Qian Shaohua died, he explained everything clearly. In the end, he solemnly emphasized, "There is no need to hold a big funeral, but Xia Xia'an and I must be put together." There was a bit of bitterness on his old face : "I misunderstood her before I was alive, and I don't know if she would like to see me. But it doesn't matter, anyway, I will rely on her."

Qian Shaohua's funeral was extremely beautiful.When he was doing it, the country was prosperous, the people lived in peace and contentment, and they were loved by the people. Countless people knelt on the road outside the imperial city, watching the last journey of a generation of emperors.The entire life of this emperor is a legend. He and the powerful prime minister kept this precarious country.

All the battles were all commanded by the emperor alone, and his use of soldiers was as amazing as a god. After the war, many thoughts about his use of troops were still widely circulated among the generals.

Entering the imperial city, facing the enemy's ambush, he actually had a premonition, which undoubtedly added some mystery to his actions. There are folk rumors that Qian Shaohua is the real dragon emperor appointed by the heavens. Before the city, there was a fairy entrusting a dream to save him from danger.

After the country stabilized, his series of measures pushed the country to a glorious peak.However, this emperor who worked hard to govern was diligent in political affairs and had no lust for beauty. The harem was vacant for many years in power. It is said that he had a deep affection for the former empress and never married others for the sake of the first empress.And Empress Xian was the daughter of the Jiang family.

As Qian Shaohua's tomb was completely sealed, all the myths and legends were finally settled. Those legends and stories that were spread among the people, along with the death of the person concerned, the truth was also buried in the dust. In, forever cast a mysterious color.

In the mission space, Xuan Xia opened her eyes.She didn't know why, but there was always a faint sadness lingering in her heart.

Although there is no emotion, the feeling is still there.

"Why do I feel a little uncomfortable?" she asked.

Words slowly appeared on the screen: "Because space can only erase memories, not emotions."

Emotions include a lot, some are touched, some are melancholy, some are admiring, some are longing...

After returning to the space, she will never remember or know that she felt a touch of melancholy because she understood someone's love for her in her last moments.

Because of this strange feeling lingering in her heart, Xuan Xia felt that she couldn't immediately enter the next task, so she stayed in the task space and rested for a long time before she calmed down a little.

She remembered that her mentor had said before that performers did not need emotions because emotions would affect the judgment and execution of tasks. They needed the most rigorous machines to make the best decisions.

Xuan Xia closed her eyes.

"Start the next task." The familiar feeling of teleportation came, and it was another comfortable cot. She had just fallen asleep when she heard a vibrating sound next to the pillow, and there was a small button-pressed mobile phone under the pillow.

Xuan Xia turned on the phone and looked, it was the alarm clock thinking, and looked at the time on it - one o'clock in the morning.

In an instant, countless greetings flashed through her head, why would someone set the alarm clock at one o'clock in the morning?
Turning off her brain, sitting up from the bed, Xuan Xia began to accept the plot.

(End of this chapter)

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