Chapter 1085

Besides these, there was a faint smell of ambergris in the palace.

The little eunuch just said that the emperor ordered the palace to be closed.

Ordinary people would never dare to enter at will at the risk of beheading.

If this is the case, then the person who cleaned the palace and left behind this kind of aura, could it be Long Yutian?

Qian Duoduo stood at the door, raised her head and glanced around.

Suddenly, her whole body seemed to be enchanted, and her feet were firmly nailed in place, unable to move.

Her body was stiff, her nerves were tense, and even her breathing seemed to be frozen at this moment.

He could only keep his eyes wide open, looking in disbelief at the various things that came into view, which was extremely shocking.

The one on the bed was the wedding robe she wore when she married Long Yutian when she traveled through time for the first time.

On the dressing table was the emerald green apron in her bun when she first entered the palace.

Especially on the phoenix soft couch in the center, there is a luxurious and eye-catching palace uniform, which is a red crimson robe with golden thorns and five phoenixes, and a set of palace makeup Chiba gold peony jewelry is placed beside it.

The huge red gold double-petalled peony with double stalks is on the collar, as if it has been plated with a light halo of gold.

It fully shows the majesty of the middle palace and is extremely luxurious.

Qian Duoduo knew that this was the dress that the queen would only wear on very solemn occasions.

Looking up from the soft golden couch, there is a figure painting hanging on the wall, beautifully framed in the shape of mahogany carvings.

Between the eyebrows of the charming eyes, there is a trace of charm, a trace of playfulness, and a trace of innocence~

In her mind, at the moment of seeing these, many scenes flashed across in a flash.

In the study of the Three Kings Mansion, every night when I left Shengchen Kingdom.

There was such a long and desolate figure standing in front of the window, holding a pen.

Every minute, every second, every bit of ink, all swayed his vivid thoughts.

In fact, at the beginning, Qian Duoduo really mistook that the woman in the painting might be Concubine Yi.

After all, he and she look very similar.

But after seeing the clothes she had worn, she felt as if she was stabbed by something.

No wonder the eunuch said that the emperor will never stand up.

It turned out that Long Yutian had already hung his own portrait on the Fengzao Palace, and carved his name on the supreme queen's throne.

No wonder the eunuch said that the emperor sealed off Fengzao Palace.

It turned out that Long Yutian had already buried his love for him, at the moment when he wrote the divorce letter with his own hand, in this Fengzao Palace, he buried it together in the bottom of his heart, a place that he did not want to be touched the most.

Qian Duoduo couldn't tell what kind of emotion was in his heart at this moment.

Some bitterness, some soreness, it seems, some regret.

If 'Long Yutian' from Shanghai hadn't betrayed her back then, she wouldn't have subconsciously resisted this man when she crossed over.

If she hadn't opened her eyes to see this extremely arrogant third prince, hugging countless beauties, wantonly/humiliating herself in her wedding/room, maybe she would still have feelings for him. up.

If—too many ifs, but it has become a fleeting moment.

This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time.

Some people, some things, one wrong step, just pass by.

Qian Duoduo took a deep breath, and felt a dull pain in her heart.