The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1474
After staying with Tong Sanlang for a while, at noon, Qiao Xiaomai entered the palace to pay New Year greetings to Yang Wenxiao.

Yang Wenxiao celebrated the New Year with the common people on the city tower in the morning, laughed all morning, and was a little tired, the soup she brought was just right.

After Yang Wenxiao drank the soup, his tired spirit improved a lot, he couldn't help sighing, "Your craftsmanship does have miraculous effects, to be honest, I really want to hold you by my side and not let you go. "

Joe Mai "..."

so scary.

She looked at Yang Wenxiao speechlessly.

Yang Wenxiao looked at her without avoiding it, and continued to sigh, "I am already 91, and there are not many people in Daqi who live longer than me. I know my own body very well. It is really not as good as before. Even sitting If you don’t do anything all morning, you will feel tired.”

"My nap time is getting longer and longer. I can feel my vision and hearing are declining, and even my sense of taste. Time has left too deep marks on me."

"I know that birth, old age, sickness and death are major events beyond one's control. It all depends on God's will. It's not that I refuse to accept old age, but Daqi really has a lot of things to do."

"There may be a war next year. Except for Saburo, I can't find a suitable and reliable general at present."

"Hao'er's temperament has been fixed, and it's too far behind me. Zheng'er is still young and hasn't been cultivated, but those aristocratic families are still there, and I haven't been able to get rid of them."

"The blue brick road and the canal were not completed. I stayed in this capital for 30 years and didn't go out. I want to see the mountains and rivers I have built. I don't want to just look at the map drawn by Ye Er. See you there."

Yang Wenxiao sighed faintly, "A hundred years is too short a life, and there are too many things to do. Sometimes I really worry that I won't wake up after falling asleep at night."

"Girl, tell me, is there really longevity in this world?"

Qiao Maizi looked directly at Yang Wenxiao's eyes, which were not cloudy. She shook her head, "There is no longevity. These two words do not belong to mortals. This is the ability possessed by gods."

Yang Wenxiao's words were really beyond her expectation. Yang Wenxiao actually said these private words to her.

To be honest, she has a bit of a sore nose.

Although Yang Wenxiao is an emperor, he is not a ruthless emperor. He is sincere to Gu Yu, a friend, and has been studying Liuli, a woman, all his life. outstanding.

Whether it is Emperor Yong'an or Yang Ye, Yang Hao, and Yang Zheng, these people are very good, and these people have family affection that is very rare in the Tian family.

He is also very kind to the people and really cares about the people.

He was able to conquer the world back then, and he was able to rule the world in the future. He did very well in all aspects. The emperor Yang Wenxiao was better and more powerful than all the emperors she had ever heard of.

This is a real hero.

This is a great emperor worthy of being praised by future generations.

But he is old.

Time is as fair to him as it is to ordinary people.

Heroes with white heads, this is really an extremely cruel thing.

His eyes will become cloudy, his hearing will also decline, and all functions in his body will be weakened a little bit.

But in this case he still has unfulfilled ambitions.

Cruel and terrible.

If he is not careful, he may embark on a path of no return in search of longevity.

What is more terrifying than a hero's gray head is that the hero has gone nowhere.

So even though his nose was sour, Qiao Maimai had to tell him clearly that there is no longevity, these two words do not belong to man, but to God.

(End of this chapter)