As soon as Jia Cong arrived at the palace, he caused great dissatisfaction from the emperor: What kind of morality is that a small commoner dared not to kneel down when he saw the emperor?

It happened that he was receiving a Gentile envoy at this time. In front of the Gentiles, the emperor could not get angry casually, making people think that he was a tyrant. Therefore, the emperor had to temporarily press his unhappiness on his chest, thinking that he would be sent to the foreign guest and then Jia Cong would be angry.

But who knew that when the Gentile envoy saw Jia Cong standing upright in the sun, he couldn't help but be attracted by his extraordinary demeanor and handsome face, and he praised Jia Cong as soon as he opened his mouth.

Western language, Jia Cong studied for several years in his previous life, but although he dare not say how profound it is, daily communication is still not a problem.

He then chatted with the Gentile envoys for a few words, shocking the King Beijing and the Emperor beside him so that their eyes almost fell to the ground. In this era, there were very few talents who could communicate with foreigners. The emperor had great ambitions and made great efforts, so he barely learned some Western dialect.

He met with foreign envoys today. In order to show his talent, he did not even pass on a translator and communicated with him alone. But the result still made him extremely disappointed: although he made hard work and claimed to be quite accomplished in Western dialect, he could only understand half of his ten sentences when talking to this Westerner!

This is not because the emperor has no talent. It’s just that this envoy has not grown up in his country since he was a child. As his parents ran around the world, the various countries were full of different accents, so the emperor naturally couldn’t understand it.

Jia Cong had a lot of experience in his previous life and had exchanged views with people from all over the world. He had long been accustomed to Western dialect with different tones, so he naturally understood it at this moment.

The foreign messenger has been here for more than a month. Because no one can understand what he is saying, he has never said much. He is also a person who loves to talk and laugh, and has not caused him to be crazy for more than a month!

Now that he finally caught Jia Cong, he was so polite that he poured out all the bitter waters of more than a month. He was so worried that he heard it.

The emperor and King Beijing stood aside with only staring at him, and they had no idea what the two of them were talking about.

Especially the emperor, he was arrogant and talented. He thought that in Western dialect, no one could surpass his country, but after a real battle, he threw away his armor and struggled to support him, fearing that he would lose his face. He heard that others were talking, but he could only hesitate and sweat in a hurry.

Looking at Jia Cong now, he was smiling and calm, talking to the foreigner, and talking to him enthusiastically, and he was simply in the sky and under the earth.

The emperor was angry at first, but then was shocked by Jia Cong's talent. He had learned some Western languages ​​for life. Standing aside, he watched Jia Cong's fluent Western language, he couldn't help but secretly envious and admiring.

Jia Cong was pestered by foreigners for a long time and said something. When he saw the emperor and King Beijing standing aside like a fool, he was shocked and said a few words and refused to say anything again.

The messenger also woke up at this moment, turned his head and hugged the emperor and said, "byebye!"

The emperor could understand what he said, and he said to the envoy "byebye." Even the two hugged each other for a while, and then the Western envoy turned around and left with ease.

Not long after, only the current emperor, King Beijing, Jia Cong, and a group of eunuchs lying on the ground and rising up.

The three of them looked at each other, and they were a little embarrassed for a moment. Jia Cong thought to himself whether he should kneel down and shout "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor," to make the emperor happy?

Although he thought so in his heart, Jia Cong's knees were so stiff that they could not bend. He could only look up at the most powerful man like today.

The man was wearing a golden dragon robe, dazzling and powerful under the sunlight. However, the man in a dragon robe looked very tired and lonely, and it was very cold when he was on a high place.

Jia Cong, who has read many historical classics, knows that the man standing in front of him is extremely hardworking, and has been diligent day and night for more than ten years, staying away from women. He is one of the rare good emperors.

Jia Cong took a closer look. The emperor's eyes were black, the white spots on his temples, and the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes became clearer.

For some reason, Jia Cong suddenly felt a little pity in his heart: he had been determined to be the emperor and what is good? Life is just a few decades, so what should he not be able to do with himself?

What's more, for the sake of the throne, the man in front of him bears the infamy of the world, kills all his relatives, and has to defend the people of the world at all times. Now he is only alone. What's the point?

Jia Cong thought so in his heart, and the pity in his eyes became stronger.

The emperor has never seen anyone in his life and has never done anything? This is the first time he has seen someone looking at him like Jia Cong.

I actually pity me,

I am the number one person in the world.

Not only did this kid not kneel down when he saw me, but now he dares to look at me like this. Is he pitying me?

I still need mercy in this life?

Even my biological parents have never seen me like this!

I have a strong life. From the day I was born, I was just a person who had been in the world. I could do whatever I had planned. I could survive no matter how difficult and dangerous the moments were. Even if I was injured for a lifetime, even if I was kicked into the eighteenth floor of hell, I could climb out of the sea of ​​corpses. Who else should I use to sympathize with and pity?

Now that he is over fifty years old, decades of past events have passed by. The emperor suddenly discovered that he was alone since he was born. He fought with the sky and the earth alone, and finally became the number one person in the world...

But why did he suddenly feel a little pitiful to him?

He gained the most respected wealth and glory in the world, but lost more.

Parents, brothers, friends... He has never experienced anything and has no idea what it is.

He has no one in the world, but he is the only one in the world who has no one.

No wonder he calls himself a man.

...

The emperor became more and more sad. He looked up at Jia Cong carefully, but saw that the young man's eyes were clear and without any slight utilitarianism, as pure as a sweet spring flowing into the world from heaven.

Does he really sympathize with me?!

The emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at Jia Cong more carefully. He felt that the young man in front of him was extraordinary and not like the group of high-ranking officials who had been flattering him all day long. They were like a group of flies, more like the group of girls in the harem, applying makeup and pretending to coax him in various postures, all thinking about getting benefits from him.

The sun is falling, this young man is as beautiful as a god. He looks at him warmly, understands his vicissitudes, understands his sadness, and understands his difficulties and difficulties...

In a trance, the emperor felt a little warmth that had been frozen for many days.

Jia Cong's eyes were so beautiful and so warm, quietly melting the ice in his heart.

How could there be such a young man in the world? Could it be that he is a Bodhisattva?
Chapter completed!