Quickly Dressed As a Host Girl and Dressed Up As a Man, and Then Traveled All Over the World

Xixi, she is your mother.

Xiao Ziyu took the little child's hand and stood in front of the Su family's ancestral grave.

At the beginning, he held Su Ling in his arms and refused to bury her for a long time, but in the end it was Xiao Qingyuan who took the initiative and buried her here.

It took many years before he slowly accepted this fact.

That person is really gone.

The little child may have inherited his father's appearance, and he really looks a bit like Su Ling.

Xixi looked at his father who seemed very sad, although he didn't understand why when his mother and concubine brought him here a few days ago, she told him that it was his father who fell asleep here.

He really doesn't understand the mind of adults.

He only knew that his father was the best person in the world.

He loves the people, works diligently to govern the country, and rarely even has time to rest every day.

The people can live and work in peace and contentment, and the dynasty can have a strong army and horses, all thanks to him.

In the future, he will also become a person like his father.

Xixi comforted childishly: Father, don't be sad. You still have Xixi.

Xiao Ziyu stood here for a long time, and suddenly said: Come out.

Uncle Emperor.

Xixi sweetly called for someone to come.

Xixi, be good. Xiao Qingyuan hugged the little person, looked at him and couldn't help feeling, It really looks like her.

Xiao Qingyuan couldn't help but kissed him twice: Xixi, why don't you be my son, you are so cute.

I don't want it. Every time you go against father in court, you are a bad person.

Although he was still young, he knew that every time he went to court, Xiao Qingyuan would always sing against his father.

You're still young, but your uncle is actually a good man. When you were young, your father liked to chase after my ass the most...

Xiao Ziyu snatched the child away: Uncle Emperor, don't talk nonsense. Xixi and I will go back first.

Not far away, Eunuch Zhang, who had already burst into tears, silently followed behind them.

Xiao Zi, I don't want to go back anymore, I'm tired. Now the world is in prosperity, and the world doesn't need me anymore. I want to stay here for a few days of quiet life.

The figure of Xiao Ziyu who was about to leave suddenly paused.

Then Xiao Qingyuan heard his trembling voice: It's up to you. Love will come or not.

Xiao Qingyuan knew that Xiao Ziyu actually envied him.

Because he can be in the place closest to her, but he is different, he must leave to fulfill his promise.

It's really quiet here.

Living here seems to be able to forget all the troubles.

Xiao Qingyuan's whole life, he had done everything for the throne, and in the end he didn't want the throne anymore, but ended up suffering from illnesses all over his body.

He was ill, very badly, and his days were numbered.

However, he has never been so relaxed as he is now.

I come here every day, grow vegetables, catch fish, and talk to him here when I have nothing to do.

It turns out that living alone can be so comfortable.

...

Your Majesty, King Qi is gone.

Eunuch Zhang knelt in the imperial study and burst into tears.

The pen in Xiao Ziyu's hand paused for a while, and after a while, he continued to review the memorial in his hand, and said: Pass down the decree to bury King Qi in the imperial mausoleum.

This time he lost, and he actually went to see her one step earlier than him.

But he won't give him a chance.

The imperial mausoleum is so far away from her, they probably won't be able to see it.

Day after day, year after year, finally when Xixi was just ten years old, Xiao Ziyu couldn't stand it any longer.

He doesn't rest all day long and spends all his time trying to heal himself. It's not easy for him to survive until now.

And he had already reserved a place for himself at the Su family's ancestral grave.

Everyone will know that their emperor was buried in the imperial tomb, but there is no body of him in the imperial tomb.