"Nun? What kind of nun? Where did nun come from the Jia family?"

Jia Cong was so scared that his heart skipped a beat when he was asked by the emperor, but he pretended to be confused and pretended not to understand what he was asking.

The emperor knew that the boy was a little stunned since he saw Jia Cong for the first time. He was not afraid of beheading his head, so he naturally disdained to lie, so he believed his words and sneered: "You are still a child, so naturally I don't know. Even if you know there is a nun in the garden, I'm afraid you won't know."

When Jia Cong heard this, he asked deliberately: "Nuns are nuns, what's so strange? Besides, Jia Zheng has always acted strangely. Even if they hide a group of monks in the garden, there is nothing strange about them."

The emperor sneered even more. When he heard this, he looked at Jia Cong like he was looking at a fool, both sympathetic and incredible. He stared at Jia Cong for a while, then sighed and asked again: "How is your relationship with Jia Zheng and others? Are there any close contacts?"

Jia Cong immediately looked sad and angry when he heard this. He sneered for a long time before saying, "Who is he? Who is he? He has noble people at home and the emperor favors a very queen. What do I have at home? How can he look down on me? Although I am not very good, I have no money and power, I still have some backbone. If I look down on me, I won't lick my butt, so naturally I have no contact. Not only not interacting, it's just like the same force!"

When the emperor heard what he said, he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, very good, it's best if you don't interact with that group of people, so I won't be worried about it when I kill you in the future! What a bullshit lady, now I'm just forced by the situation and have to do it. I will have to strangle that bitch one day to relieve my anger, a bunch of bitches!"

Seeing that the emperor suddenly became ferocious and his words were extremely vicious, Jia Cong was startled and asked in a trembling voice: "Emperor... Emperor... Emperor... It's so good... Why is this for..."

His surprise was not a false idea, but was indeed frightened by the emperor's ruthlessness. Although he knew that the emperor hated the Jia family and Jia Yuanchun, he did not expect that he could hate so viciously that he could not relieve his hatred.

Seeing Jia Cong's face changed drastically, the emperor slowed down his tone, and his face felt a little softer. He whispered and comforted Jia Cong: "You are an honest and good boy, and I am not that unreasonable fool. Naturally, I will not talk about you with the damn one. Don't worry, as long as you are obedient and don't think about harming me behind your back, I will naturally treat you well..."

Jia Cong felt relieved when he heard this, and couldn't help but whisper: "Don't worry, yourselves, you are a rare wise king. In my opinion, you are the same as my elders in my family. I can't say the joy and distress when I see you. There are occasional confrontations, but I will definitely not murder the emperor behind my back. The emperor can rest assured..."

After hearing Jia Cong's words, the emperor was in a good mood. Seeing that Jia Cong's eyes became softer, even like a kitten that was comfortable to be masturbated...

Prince Zhongshun sat aside drinking bitter tea and watched coldly. Seeing the emperor looking at Jia Cong, he couldn't help but be surprised so much that his eyes almost fell to the ground:

He has been playing with this person since he was a child, and even he knew a few hairs on his body, and he was very familiar with his temperament.

He was cruel and ruthless, suspicious and stubborn, and this was the emperor he knew well. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been on the dragon throne.

But what's wrong with this person now?

Look at Jia Cong's gaze, he looked so pure and kind, so tender, so trusting, so like...

King Zhongshun was frightened and sweated in a cold sweat before he knew it.

He never dreamed of such a emperor.

Is it because the emperor changed his sexual desire, or is he taking it wrong?

King Zhongshun was so shocked that he forgot to swallow the bitter tea that he had been drinking, and the tea flowed again. He was extremely embarrassed and quickly raised his sleeves to wipe the tea stains on the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and glanced at him secretly:

This time he saw it more clearly, and he decided not to read it wrong. The emperor looked at Jia Cong's eyes with warm and gentleness, just like the warm sun in early spring.

Prince Zhongshun was a little dazed for a moment. He seemed to have vaguely seen the emperor's gaze.

He seemed to have seen someone like this.

Who did he see this?

Time has passed forever, and it has been almost fifty years in the blink of an eye. He and the emperor have been together almost every day. The memory of him is too huge. No matter what, I can't think of when I have seen him see someone like this.

Now that I think about it carefully, the emperor's eyes seemed to be disdainful, disgusted, and cruel...

The more I thought about Prince Zhongshun, the more I felt that his back was chilly and the wind was gushing.

He remembered how the emperor looked at their father, their half-siblings, and how he looked at those sons who rebel, who were cruel and ruthless, and who was solemn...

It's intimidating!

The emperor's eyes are always so cold, always so ruthless, and always so decisive. No one in the world dares to touch his eyes. Even though he is so familiar with the emperor and is so sincere, he dares not look at the emperor.

But the more this happens, the emperor's soft and doting gaze becomes more and more precious. Apart from this time, he must have seen it at some point.

But when and where, and who did he see this?

King Zhongshun lowered his head and racked his brains, but he could never think of when he had seen the emperor's extremely rare gentleness and kindness.

The emperor and Jia Cong were just concerned about looking at each other and whispering, but no one saw what the prince was doing.

The emperor liked Jia Cong the more he looked at Jia Cong. He felt that the child in front of him was good from his hair to the soles of his feet, and he could not help him. If there was only one person in the world who deserved his trust and liked, he would definitely be the boy in front of him.

This young man is so pure, like an uncarved piece of jade, and a pure and innocent heart is exactly the same as his eldest son who is separated by yin and yang by just one glance.

This child believed in him completely and did not hide anything from him. He was his god!

The emperor looked at Jia Cong, and the tyranny in his heart suddenly disappeared, leaving him with countless regrets in the middle of the night: if he had not been focused on the world, fighting with the sky, the earth, and people that day, he would not have lost his beloved son forever.

No, he didn't lose this child!

God is pitiful. Isn’t the young man in front of me the eldest son whom God is pitiful and sleepless every night and sent him to him again?

Who can explain this mysterious thing clearly in the cycle of yin and yang?

The world is so great that there are all kinds of wonders. Who dares to say that such a thing will not happen?

Looking at Jia Cong, the corners of the emperor's eyes couldn't help but feel wet. Child, he must be the child I lost back then.

This time, even if I lose the world, I will never lose you again!
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