Jia Cong smiled slightly, pure and beautiful. The emperor couldn't help but think of the eldest son he had only seen at first sight. If he could live to this day, he would have been so old and would have been as handsome as a young man in front of him, right?

The emperor became more lonely the more he thought about it, his eyes became softer and kinder, and his warmth was warm.

When Jia Cong saw his gaze change, he was surprised and couldn't help but nod his head slightly, with many comfort in his eyes.

When the emperor saw Jia Cong's actions, he was even more shocked: Forty and fifty years have passed since so many years, he can't remember it anymore. No one is willing to nod to him, no one is willing to smile at him, and no one is willing to comfort him with a smile...

But this boy...

In an instant, the emperor's eyes were hazy.

His familiar eyes are all greedy, ruthless, ruthless, complaining, demanding, and deceiving.

The enemy, his enemies, and even his brothers, looked at him with ruthless eyes, wishing that he had never come to this world;

His wives, concubines, children looked at him with complaints and demands. She/they all blamed him for being ruthless, blamed him for being incompetent, and could not favor his wife or his children. They were the most ruthless and incompetent husband and father in the world;

His ministers looked at him with greed and deception, and they all thought that they could ask for more from him. But often the more he gave, the more greedy they were. They wanted his power, his wives and concubines, his country, and his life...

No one has ever seen him like Jia Cong, with no desires or demands, and only deep concern.

The emperor suddenly felt that his eyes were so hot.

He hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to drink tea, but his arms were shaking violently, and the tea splashed out, wetting his chest.

The golden dragon scales on the chest changed color instantly when the tea was wet, no longer golden, and there was a hint of blood red...

When King Beijing saw the emperor's failure, he was so scared that his heart was in a state of chaos. I'm afraid that Jia Cong was too rude and made the emperor angry and poured tea...

The eunuchs who were serving in Qinzheng Hall were immediately so scared that they knelt on the ground, one by one, they were all frightened, their faces against the cold ground, and their butts were raised high.

"Go out, let me go out!"

The emperor lost his manners in front of others for the first time. In order to cover up, he had to lower his head and growl in a low voice.

"yes……"

A group of eunuchs urinated out of Qinzheng Hall. King Beijing also stood up in a hurry and pulled his feet away. Jia Cong was amused, but he had to stand up and follow King Beijing out obediently.

"Jia...Jia...Jia Cong...You come back...you give me...I'm back..."

General Jia Cong walked to the gate of the hall and suddenly heard the emperor shouting.

“Yeah…yes…”

Jia Cong was suddenly a little nervous, not knowing what the emperor asked him to come back to do. He hurriedly reached out and pulled King Beijing's sleeve for help.

King Beijing frowned and wanted to turn around and kick him: Did you know that your elders would not teach you the etiquette in front of the palace today?

Now, your careless and careless playboy Xianger finally angered the emperor.

What's the use of you looking for me?

The emperor is furious, who can do it?

King Beijing was so angry that his chest was ups and downs. He suppressed it for half a day before he whispered: "Brother... I'll beg for good luck... I can't save you..."

After saying that, King Beijing pulled back his sleeves and came out quickly.

Jia Cong was even more panicked, but had to stop, hesitate and turn around, quietly looking at the emperor who was lying alone on the desk.

The sun was shining, and the emperor's bright yellow dragon robe felt even more dazzling. The hall was too grand, and the emperor's figure lies in a corner felt even more small and lonely.

Jia Congzheng didn't know what to do, but suddenly he heard someone outside the hall reply loudly: "Back to the emperor, King Zhongshun asks for a meeting!"

Jia Cong was immediately happy when he heard this: Yesterday, King Zhongshun promised to come to the palace today to help him smooth things over. Moreover, compared with King Zhongshun and King Beijing, the former is obviously more reliable.

He was just liked it in his heart, and suddenly he heard the emperor shouting: "I don't see you, I won't see anyone today, please go back!"

Jia Cong was frightened and hurriedly looked up at the emperor. He saw that the Supreme Lord of Nine Five was red at this time and stared at him with a strange expression. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy.

Although he had just looked at it for a long time but didn't realize that the emperor was angry, the holy intention was hard to predict, and who knew that he was thinking about something in a second thought, even if he asked someone to come in and pull him out to behead his head now.

Jia Cong regretted it very much at this time, regretting not listening to Daiyu. He shouldn't have been showing off, he shouldn't have been lucky, and he really shouldn't have come to the palace to see any emperor.

He should have secretly packed up his gold, silver and soft, and took Daiyu away and flew away!

But it's too late to say anything at this moment.

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask for my visit..."

Outside the hall, King Zhongshun refused to give up and begged loudly.

Jia Cong's heart moved: This Zhongshun King is really good and he is willing to give it a try for him.

"No, I'm not happy today, no one sees you, King Zhongshun, have you not brought your ears, or have you not grown ears, or don't want your ears?"

The emperor was furious and raised his teacup and threw it straight towards the palace gate.

Jia Cong turned his head, and the teacup flew past his ear with a cold wind, and smashed it hard at the entrance of the hall.

"Emperor..."

King Zhongshun's voice came to an abrupt end with the crisp cracks of porcelain.

Jia Cong was even more shocked, stared at the emperor, and secretly clenched his fists.

He almost hit himself just now! What does it mean, do you want to fight one-on-one? He looked at the emperor, then looked down at his fist: If he fought one-on-one, he might not lose...

He took the emperor to command the princes!

His expression completely fell into the emperor's eyes. The emperor was immediately amazed and cried. He immediately scolded with a cold face: "Do you still want to hit me? Get over here!"

He was very confused just now. When he saw Jia Cong, he seemed to have seen his eldest son. He remembered several of his children who died for no reason, and his wives and concubines who died prematurely for this.

When he looked up again, Jia Cong stared at him, as if he wanted to compete with him, the emperor immediately felt ache and joy:

He likes outstanding children, not too honest children.

If someone is asked to smash the teacup but don’t know how to resist, can he still be called a man?

He is now over fifty years old, but once he is well maintained on weekdays, he has been practicing martial arts since childhood and has been working hard for decades. I think even if he is against this young man, he will not lose.

He was born with a unwilling attitude to admit defeat. Just now, he lost a lot of money compared to Jia Cong in Western languages, which had already aroused his fighting spirit. Now, Jia Cong seemed to be interested in competing with him. If he didn't compete, he would not be worthy of being the emperor.

Therefore, under Jia Cong's surprise gaze, the emperor, who was over 50 years old, took off his dragon robe and put it on the back of the chair casually, stretched out his arm and hooked his fingers:

"Boy, let it go. If you can win one move and half of my move, I will not pursue your great disrespect today, otherwise I will take your life today!!!"
Chapter completed!