Chapter 489 (1/2)

Feng Qingxiao was very sad. He had received a letter from his elder brother from northern Xinjiang, and he should be very happy to learn that his elder brother's woman is pregnant. However, as long as you think of his beloved little girl, he has a deep and unspeakable sadness.

Big brother is going to have children. Where are his children?

”I remember the last time, the little girl said that she was still young. I'll think about it in a few years...”

Think of cloud purple Huang said this sentence, the emperor's mood, is more cloudy to rain. The courtiers have already had some complaints, because he, the emperor, has not had an heir so far. He is as old as a few children in the imperial palace. Especially in the letters, the elder brother is very considerate and concerned, asking him if he is in the boudoir, and the strong wind is not strong?

This question made him laugh and cry. As the eldest brother who has just been going for a long time, he asked the one in the boudoir. How can he ask him this kind of question?

The noble emperor looked at the letter with hatred and muttered in a low voice: ”brother, if one of us can't, it must be you, hum...!”

He sighed, after all, now his little girl is not pregnant. He really has no way to write this sentence to his elder brother in the letter. So he began to set up his jaw and calculate the days to see if it was possible for the little girl to be pregnant when she left Kyoto. Although this simple question only needs to be written in the letter to get the answer, he never wrote half a sentence.

I don't want to put any pressure on her. Although he really wants to have a child, this kind of thing is definitely not a problem with his ability.

”Little girl, when you come back, I will make up for what I owe you!”

After the emperor said this hegemonic declaration, he caused a lot of lovesickness. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty praised him for his diligence in politics and hard work day and night. Who knows, when there is no little girl at night, he has to deal with state affairs because of insomnia and Acacia.

So one day, Yun Zihuang got a letter from Kyoto. In the letter, the emperor asked her the date of her return, and wrote a very sad sentence on the letter: ”our flowers are all thanks, you can go home quickly”!

”Poof...”

She is drinking tea, to see the letter written by the wind Qingxiao this sentence, a mouthful of tea can not help but spray on the face of the snow.

Fengxue silently craned her neck, did not raise her hand to wipe the tea on her face, but for the first time, quickly swept her eyes on the emperor's handwritten letter to the empress. So, the Tiewei Senling read the letter clearly, increased the ink, increased the handwriting, that sentence is very grumpy.

”Cough...”

Let the tea run down his face, and Feng Xue stares at these two sentences with unbelievable eyes. From his eyes and experience, this is definitely the emperor's personal letter. From his heart and cognition, he absolutely didn't believe it. This is what the emperor can write.

”What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a love letter? Envy, envy, hate? If you have the time to peek, write more love letters to your wife or sweetheart

The cloud purple Huang slanted the wind snow one eye, took the letter back, some can't laugh or cry. Feng Qingxiao wrote these two very sad words in his letter. It's nothing, but it's seen by Feng Xue. If it's spread, it's nothing, because no one will believe it. Feng Qingxiao, the God of war and the God of killing, can write these words.

Fengxue immediately turned to look out the door: ”Weichen didn't see anything, Weichen left.”

After quitting quickly, he flew to the distance as fast as he could. Finally, he could not help squatting in a corner and coughing.