Jia Cong felt someone calling in a daze. He opened his eyes and saw a strange middle-aged man in front of him, with a sparse beard and a long face. What was ugly? Jia Cong thought he was still dreaming, so he couldn't help but wonder why he dreamed of such an ugly person.

He murmured a few words, turned over and fell asleep again. Unexpectedly, this long face was unyielding and pushed him. Jia Cong was upset immediately, complained, turned over and wanted to continue to sleep, but in the hazy, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be something important to do. Goodbye, the middle-aged ugly man kept waking him up again. He carefully identified for a long time before he remembered that this man seemed to be the current emperor.

Is the emperor so ugly?

Jia Cong was confused and somehow he said it. The emperor was furious when he heard it, but then he laughed out loud.

It turns out that when he was beaten, no one has dared to say that except for his biological mother who vaguely complained about why he gave birth to such an ugly son.

Now that this kid dares to say he is ugly, he must be telling the truth. It can be seen that this kid is honest and no longer tells lies. Everyone in the world is lying to him. It is rare that there is such a person who is willing to be honest with him, and he is extremely happy.

The emperor's ideas are indeed different from others.

The little eunuch was scared by Jia Cong's frankness. He had been serving the emperor for a long time, but he had never heard anyone dare to speak to the emperor like this.

The little eunuch was so scared that he knelt down, waiting for the emperor to be angry. But who knew that the emperor was laughing happily.

The little eunuch then secretly wiped his cold sweat and secretly praised in his heart: Whose son is this young man? How could the emperor dote on him so much?

He was thinking about it here, but Jia Cong had already woken up, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the emperor with joy on his face.

To be honest, the emperor's smile became much more ugly, and it was better than just now. Jia Cong couldn't bear to look at it, so he immediately moved his eyes aside, smacked his lips and said, "Your Majesty is forgiven, the grass people are sleeping in a mess, I don't know what he was talking about just now."

The emperor laughed even more and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I just like to listen to the truth. Are you awake now? Tell me, are I handsome or ugly?"

When Jia Cong heard the question, he immediately looked at him carefully before saying, "Ugly...but..."

After hearing this, the emperor immediately glared and said, "What?"

Jia Cong immediately smiled and said, "Eggy is ugly, but it's different from ours."

When the emperor heard this, he was curious and angry, and hurriedly asked, "Why is it different?"

Jia Cong heard the question and said with a smile: "The emperor is a dragon species and is not of the same species as my mortals. Therefore, the emperor may be ugly in our eyes, but may be beautiful in the dragon race. The boy doesn't understand it very much, so he dare not comment."

He flattered very well. The emperor was very happy and smiled for a long time. It sounded like a dragon roar.

He waited until the emperor laughed, and then smiled at Jia Cong and said, "Okay, it's right. No wonder King Beijing and King Zhongshun praised you. I think you are very good too. Get up quickly and go with me to have breakfast!"

Jia Cong responded and followed him into Hanchun Palace.

The hall had already put on a table full of delicious dishes. Jia Cong frowned: Who can eat this early this morning?

The emperor glanced at his expression and then smiled and said, "It's all because of you that I wasted this time. On weekdays, I just drank a bowl of porridge and added two side dishes."

Jia Cong heard this and said, "The emperor is frugal, and the grass people are used to drinking porridge early in the morning. It's better for the emperor to remove all these. Let's drink porridge from each other."

The emperor smiled and said, "Nonshu, nonshu, today you are a guest, so no matter how frugal I am, you can't be too stingy. Isn't that a rule? Besides, although there are a lot of things on my table, they are all home-cooked dishes, which add up to a price of only a few 2 silver. I heard that many of our wealthy and noble families now cost dozens of taels, hundreds of taels, or even thousands of taels, do you know?"

When Jia Cong heard the emperor's question, he looked at his smiling expression and couldn't help but feel a slap in his heart, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He doesn't know about it, but the Jia family advocates luxury. A meal of dozens of taels and hundreds of taels is the most common thing.

Now that the emperor suddenly takes advantage of the situation, I wonder what his plans are?

Thinking of this, Jia Cong hesitated instead, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

The emperor waited for half a day but didn't listen to the reply, and then asked again: "What, don't you know?"

Jia Cong was forced to shake his head and sighed: "Emperor, Caomin knows what the emperor means. It's just that although Caomin was born in a wealthy family, Caomin is a concubine. Not to mention dozens of taels per meal, sometimes even the porridge cannot be eaten. Even Caomin himself doesn't know how he lived to this day..."

The leader said that Caomin thought of the difficult days in the past and couldn't help but burst into tears. He saw the emperor feeling distressed. He stopped asking more questions and hurriedly called Jia Cong to sit down for dinner.

Jia Cong was never afraid of the powerful. After all, he was a modern soul through it. He was very frank about the power of the monarch, minister and emperor, so he could eat it without any shyness.

The emperor was even more happy when he saw it. He felt that the young man was simple and free and easy, and he even looked at him a little more seriously, and his eyes became much softer without even realizing it.

After the meal, Jia Cong chose a story about martial arts in the martial arts world without waiting for the emperor's orders.

The emperor usually sees books on governing the country or the doctrines of a hundred schools of thought, or he reads memorials all day long. How could he hear these interesting and good stories? Moreover, the books of everyone include both the heroic spirit and the love of children. But these two things are the ones that the emperor lacks the most. He was even more fascinated by the loss of souls and despairs, and a stack of sounds urged Jia Cong to talk about them quickly.

Jia Cong was entangled by King Beijing and others before, and he didn't know how many times he told these stories, so he had already become familiar with them and grasped the plot of Shuzi very well, which made people unable to stop when they heard it.

Now that the New Year is over, every household is celebrating the New Year, and the emperor rarely has a few days to relax. Originally, he didn't know how to spend this year to be more interesting, but many beauties in the harem prepared to sing and dance, hoping to take the opportunity to please the emperor, but the emperor has long been tired of seeing it. Besides, the emperor is now over fifty years old and is diligent in government affairs every day, and has long regarded the beauty as a pink skeleton, and naturally he is deeply bored with the beauty playing singing and dancing.

Who knew that Jia Cong could tell such a nice story today. Now the emperor was immediately immersed in it and could not extricate himself. He forced Jia Cong to tell it one after another. He heard it so happy that he looked like a young man who had just understood the world.

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