(The original copy was too long and I really ran out of inspiration, sorry)
In the sixth year of Jingyuan, Zhonggong passed away.
Changle was still wearing his school uniform a moment ago, sitting in a wheelchair and enviously watching his classmates run wildly.
The next second he was inexplicably lying in the coffin.
There were countless fake cries all around.
She thought she must be dreaming.
If she hadn't seen the emperor in black crown clothes.
[The original wife is a very good person, so is Wei Xun, and so is the heroine's baby.
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Intention: Flowers will bloom eventually
