Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 64 Has the Regent usurped the throne today (Extra)

Another year of snow falling.

The plain white snow is covered on the vermilion glazed tiles, stretching under the dark and gray sky, and even the bright red wintersweet flowers are covered with a thin layer of snow, which is bright in color.

A carriage slowly drove into the palace and stopped at the middle gate.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and a little girl carved in pink and jade jumped down, urging in a soft voice: "Mother, hurry up."

Feng Yuan also stepped on the shaft and got out of the car. Seeing the little girl running towards Chenji Palace step by step, her eyelids couldn't help but twitch: "Anle, slow down, be careful of falling."

The guards only glanced at them, and did not question the Changle Princess who often entered the palace, and let them go easily.

"Grandpa," the little girl's voice was soft and tender, she ran into the Chenji Palace, plunged into the arms of the tall man, and greeted warmly: "I miss you so much."

Nie Xuecheng caught the little girl and looked at her with a smile: "The longer An Le grows, the more beautiful she is."

Suddenly being praised, the little girl laughed like a sunflower: "Aunt Xiangyu often said that too."

Nie Xuecheng froze almost imperceptibly.

It's been ten years.

It has been ten years since Feng Jige passed away.

Xiangyu was disheartened by this incident, so she left the palace not long after, and picked a man she liked to marry according to Ji Ge's last words, and returned to the Princess Mansion to help take care of An Le after An Le was born.

"Uncle Emperor." Feng Yuan walked slowly into Chenji Palace and saluted respectfully.

Nie Xuecheng waved his hand casually, and started talking with Feng Yuan.

With no adults around to discipline her, An Le led a group of court ladies and slipped out excitedly.

Fearing that Feng Yuan would be anxious if he couldn't find anyone later, An Le didn't dare to go too far, and went to the side hall of Chenji Palace.

"Your Highness," the maid stopped An Le anxiously, "You cannot enter here."

Everyone knows that the side hall of Chenji Palace is a forbidden area in the palace, and the new emperor never allowed others to enter. Occasionally, some unbelieving maids tried to break in and turned into corpses.

But Anle and the others couldn't easily offend them. The new emperor has kept the harem vacant and has no heirs. In this generation, there is only Anle as the princess, and he is deeply favored by Nie Xuecheng. He is the heir apparent by everyone.

"I want to go in." Seeing that the maid still wanted to stop her, An Le showed the aura that a princess should have, and it didn't take long before she entered the side hall smoothly.

She has been curious about this place for a long time.

Unfortunately, to Anle's disappointment, there is nothing special about the side hall.

On the shelf was an old red fox lantern and a faded green bead mask, which looked eroded by time.

There are still a lot of sawdust on the ground, and there are unfinished scrolls on the table.

An Le curiously wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly heard a cold male voice: "Don't move."

As soon as An Le turned her head, she was immediately frightened by Nie Xuecheng who was standing with her hands behind her back at the door: "Emperor...uncle grandpa."

She saw her mother looking at herself worriedly.

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An Le was frightened by her own brain supply, so when Nie Xuecheng reached out to touch her head, the little girl sat down on the ground and stammered: "Uncle and Grandpa, I didn't see anything."

Those phoenix eyes that resembled Ji Ge looked at him in horror with tears in their eyes.

Nie Xuecheng's heart suddenly softened.

Genetics are really a wonderful thing.

An Lesheng is very similar to her aunt who has passed away, especially her narrow and beautiful eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Nie Xuecheng hugged her, his tone suddenly softened a bit.

An Le was keenly aware of it, and found that Nie Xuecheng didn't seem to be punishing herself. The little girl became more courageous, and asked softly, "Uncle and Grandpa, who is that painting?"

Nie Xuecheng lowered his head and said truthfully, "It's your aunt."

Auntie?

An Le's eyeballs rolled slightly, she naturally heard that her aunt, mother said that she was a very gentle person, but unfortunately her body was too weak, her beauty was unlucky, and she didn't live long.

And Aunt Xiangyu would shed tears whenever she mentioned this aunt, so Anle didn't dare to ask more questions.

The little girl poked her head curiously, and Nie Xuecheng cooperatively hugged her a little closer.

I saw a very bright and beautiful girl on the picture scroll, wearing a crimson dress, with a branch of begonia folded and looking sideways, her face was burning and her smile was bright.

"Auntie looks really good-looking." An Le exclaimed softly.

"Yes." Nie Xuecheng replied in a low voice with a dazed look on his face.

Not only the picture scrolls, but An Le also cleverly discovered that there are many small wooden figurines with different shapes and shapes in the Duobaoge, but they are carved exactly the same, and they should also be her aunt.

It seems that the relationship between the uncle, grandpa and aunt is very good.

The little girl was young, and she was tired of playing in a while, and she was hugged by Feng Yuan drowsily.

Seeing that it was almost time to go back home, Feng Yuan was about to say goodbye and leave, but hesitated at the moment he turned to leave, thought for a while, and finally said: "Uncle Huang, are you really not planning to become a queen? In the future It's still growing, and Miss Huang also hopes that you will live a good life."

"No need." Nie Xuecheng calmly declined her kindness: "I can live well by myself."

Feng Yuan didn't know what to do, and stayed for a while before leaving the palace.

Nie Xuecheng stroked the little wooden figure in Duobaoge and sighed slowly.

Zhang Dongshan is old, he retired five years ago and returned to his hometown, and he passed away a year ago. According to Ji Ge's words, he trusts him unreservedly, and is willing to take care of the wind.

As a result, there were some rumors in the court, saying that he was unwilling to enrich the harem because he had an affair with Princess Changle, and he swore that the nonsense that Anle was his child with Fengyuan.

Such words disappeared after Nie Xuecheng got angry and punished the court.

At least the bright side is inaudible.

"Xixi," the man said softly, "I have planted many begonias that you like in the Royal Garden. Xiangyu is married and Feng Yuan has a child. I have already lived a good life according to what you said, so when will you agree?" Come and see me in your dreams."

The wind and snow hung empty, the room was cold, and no one answered him.

Nie Xuecheng recalled in a daze that when he went to Longxi that year, he happily broke off a sprig of spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, secretly carried it in an envelope, and silently narrated his hesitant thoughts, but there was no response.

And that bright and slender girl stood tall and graceful in the star river, holding a lantern and looking at him with a smile, her voice was clear and crisp.

After all, it rots in the old years.

Everyone is moving forward without stopping, only he, who has been trapped in the same place all his life, guarding the memories that have long been barren, waiting for someone who will never come back.

Fortunately, life is short, but it is fleeting and fleeting.

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(End of this chapter)