Chapter 905

Snow outside, the aunt out of the carriage, she was dressed in a red jacket, silver hair spread over her shoulders, snowflakes continue to float in her body.

Xu is too conspicuous with red clothes and white hair. People passing by constantly peek at her and guess her identity.

Aunt slowly went to the gate of the Imperial City, looking at the towering palace, thoughts suddenly float far away, thirty years, she still came here.

Huidi's eyes are wet. He didn't expect to see her in his lifetime. He thought that she would never want to see him in this life.

Huidi looked at Shenggu. He didn't expect that Shenggu was still very young except for her white hair. She was the same as she was when she left, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes.

So they looked at each other, no one came forward, no one spoke.

At last, she stopped. Wearing a Dragon Robe, Huidi stood far away, leaning on crutches. His hair was all white, his once straight back was bent, and there were deep wrinkles on his face. He could still see the shadow of that year.

Scenes of the past all jumped out, let her have a kind of trance feeling.

Zhang Quan didn't dare to say anything more. He just led the way ahead. This palace has not been set foot by the holy aunt for nearly 30 years. Every step is very unfamiliar, but there is a trace of familiarity in the unfamiliar.

Live to live up to, dead to pester?

That's the place she chose for her after death. She knows that it's impossible for the two of them to live together again, but he even wants to occupy the place after her death.

She had only one word to ask why he was buried in Wangshan.

But she didn't say anything. She misunderstood something. How much love she had at first, and how much heartache she had at last. It was just that he gradually fell in love with the beautiful young girl after years of getting along.

When Zhang Quan saw the aunt's cold reaction, he couldn't help saying a lot.

"Niang Niang, some things are misunderstandings."

She is not so, 30 years, that person is still lingering in her heart, the more want to forget, the more can not forget.

Although he didn't say who it was, Zhang Quan knew that the saint asked Huidi. Zhang Quan sighed, "the emperor's body is not as good as before. He is often ill and has lost a lot of weight. When he got the news, the emperor was taking medicine and even spilled it. Niang, what do you have to say to the emperor? In fact, the emperor has never forgotten Niang Niang these years."

"How is he?"

"Niang Niang..." What does Zhang Quan want to say? He shut up again. Let Huidi say those words! As a slave, he can't rob the master.

"Zhang Quan, concubine yuan has already died. Don't call me concubine yuan any more."

"Empress, the emperor is still waiting for you. I'll take you to see the emperor."

"Niang Niang, I'm 65 this year." Zhang Quan opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He pressed down his heart and continued,

the holy aunt said with a smile, "Zhang Quan, your hair is white."

Soon the inner court chief came to the palace gate to meet her. Seeing her white hair, her face didn't change much, she burst into tears.

She gave the token to the guard at the gate of the palace. Seeing the token in the hands of the saint, the guard quickly took it to Huidi.

"Hongling."

After a long time, Huidi suddenly called.

Aunt has not been called Hongling for many years, so long that she has to forget that she used to be called Guo Hongling. Her eyes are sour, and all the past events rush to her heart.