Jian Weiying hugged the little girl and burst into tears: "Hong Yusu, you have never loved me for a single day. Back then, to piss off Fu Tong'er, you asked me to go to your room. If I hadn't been pregnant, I wouldn't have come all the way to the capital to find you... Hong Yusu, you have no conscience. You come to provoke His Majesty like this every day. If it weren't for me, your wife, speaking up for you, you would have died a hundred times already!"
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"Wuwuwu," Jian Weiying sobbed, "Look at you now, drunk every day, it's been three years, what have you become, wuwuwu,"
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Lu Zhenzhi slowly walked to Fu Tong'er's tombstone, extended his arm around her, and said gently, "Tong'er, it's great that they can still quarrel. When will you come to Brother Lu Jin's dream and fight with me with a whip like you did at the beginning, huh?"
As he spoke, he gently stroked the tombstone: "Brother Lu Jin's hair has turned white, and the age difference between you and him is even greater. Will you dislike him, Tong'er?"
The man lowered his eyes to look at the cold tombstone and smiled gently.
"Tong'er, Tong'er. From now on, you will always be nineteen years old. Brother Lujin is getting older every year... ahem."
Xiao Pu walked over and said, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
"Go over here and let me have a little chat with her."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiao Pu stepped aside.
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"Tong'er, little girl, you gave birth to two children for me when you were still a child." Lu Zhenzhi gently stroked Fu Tong'er's tombstone again.
Over there, Hong Yusu asked Jian Weiying: "That night, when His Majesty was in your underworld, he sent someone to give Tongtong contraceptive medicine. Logically, Tongtong wouldn't get pregnant. There was something wrong with that bowl of contraceptive medicine. Did you do it?"
"So what! She's dead!"
"You're such a vicious woman! You're such a vicious woman!"
"I am a vicious woman who loves you!" Jian Weiying roared.
"You—" Lu Zhenzhi didn't move a step, still holding Fu Tong'er's tombstone with one hand, and asked Jian Weiying, "Why did you do that..."
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The autumn wind gradually rises over the imperial mausoleum.
"The late emperor intended to have the then Second Prince, Prince Shan, eliminate Your Majesty. Prince Shan knew Your Majesty was in my underworld at the time, so he wanted to use me to eliminate Your Majesty's beloved woman and let Your Majesty..."
Lu Zhenzhi nodded.
Yinsi and Yinzhang were conceived that night.
King Shan died suddenly.
Hong Yusu looked at Lu Zhenzhi, originally thinking that he would get angry, but he just gently stroked the tombstone, and even said to the tombstone in a deep voice: "Tong'er, our children, the younger one looks like you, and the eldest one looks like me. Zhang'er has a lively personality, just like you when we first met..."
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Lu Zhenzhi paused. "He may not be good at studying, but he loves to wield spears and sticks, just like you. From now on, all my armies will be given to him. Zhang'er's eyebrows and eyes are exactly like yours, exactly like your eyebrows and eyes, exactly like your... eyebrows and eyes..."
When the man finished speaking, his hands began to tremble as he gripped the tombstone.
"Zhang'er,"
Yin Zhang was a little scared. When he heard his father calling him, he stumbled over and said in a baby voice: "Father..."
Lu Zhenzhi's eyes were already filled with tears. He reached out and stroked the baby's head: "Kowtow to your mother and let her see you."
"Yes..." The three-year-old baby slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times to Fu Tong'er's tombstone. Then, he looked up at Lu Zhenzhi, "Father..."
"Call me mother, call me mother." Lu Zhenzhi's voice trembled.
"Oh," Yin Zhang turned to face Fu Tong'er's tombstone again, "Mother, I am Zhang'er. Have you slept enough? My brother, father, and I miss you very much..."
His voice was so soft and sweet that no one else could understand it except Lu Zhenzhi.
After all, he was only three years old.
Lu Zhenzhi touched Yin Zhang's head, cleared his throat, and stroked Fu Tong'er's tombstone gently, saying, "Tong'er, do you think he looks like you? They are just like two peas in a pod. If he were a girl, he would look exactly like you. Tong'er..."
The man waved his hand, Yin Zhang stood up and walked to the wet nurse.
"Tong'er..." Lu Zhenzhi closed his eyes, "Brother Lu Jin, I miss you."
Hong Yusu came over and knelt down: "Your Majesty, I beg you to open the coffin. I have reason to believe that she is not dead yet."
After saying that, he held up his dragon-slaying sword.
"Your Majesty, when I was accompanying you on your southern tour, this dragon-slaying sword of mine ate Tongtong's flesh and blood. If she were truly dead, the dragon pattern on the sword would turn gray."
Lu Zhenzhi held Fu Tong'er's tombstone with one hand and took the dragon-slaying sword with the other hand to look at it. The dragon pattern on it was still as red as blood!
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