slave seven seven

Chapter 445 Finale (2)

What is deserved is gained, and what should be lost is left behind.

From having nothing to standing at the pinnacle of power, he has seized the world, but it seems that he has gained nothing...

What's the point of being alive, looking at Xue Xiahou outside the corridor, he was puzzled, his hands and feet were cold, and the folder in his hand fell down.

Xia Houling stopped for a while, but didn't pick it up.

Under the winding corridors where the fine snow was falling, the thin moon-white figure walked alone, getting farther and farther away from the folds on the ground behind him, and a few clear coughs rang out in this silent winter.

There has been a heavy snowfall in the capital, and it has not stopped, making people too cold to go out. This new year must be sad.

On a snowy day, festive firecrackers sounded everywhere in the capital. The new emperor ascended the throne, changed the name of the country to Xia, and amnesty the world. At the enthronement ceremony, Xiao Yin'er was conferred the title of queen, and the second prince Xiahou Xiangkang was posthumously crowned prince. .

A thin and slender figure walked to a dilapidated house step by step in the heavy snow, and opened the door easily with his hand. The musty smell wafted inside, spider webs could be seen everywhere, and on the old Eight Immortals table stood A tablet.

The spiritual seat of husband Meng Zhao.

Qiqi put the umbrella aside, took out a brand new tablet and placed it side by side with Meng Zhao's tablet, on which it was impressively written:

The spiritual seat of younger brother Meng Ran.

After the worship, Qiqi cleaned the house before closing the door and going out. The snow was so bright that it made her eyes hurt a little. After walking a few steps, Qiqi staggered and almost fell, black spots kept falling in her eyes On the pale snow, the black dots moved with her sight, Qi Qi shook her head in fear, only a blurred area was left in front of her eyes, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Qiqi walked along the street wall for a while with her hands on her head, and went into a teahouse to sit down. There were only a few tables of people sitting in the teahouse. When the hot tea was served, Qiqi felt a little warmth.

(End of this chapter)