First, the emperor's move is very suspicious, and it seems not to be against him. Second, he is thinking about Daiyu in his heart, and he must bear it even for Daiyu only!

Therefore, Jia Cong's initial panic was soon deeply pressed into his heart by him. What appeared before everyone was a handsome young man, proud and proud, bathed in the bright sun in the early autumn, holding a beautiful little maid in his arms, striding through the clusters of guards, moving forward.

Although the guards were all men, they were attracted by Jia Cong's peerless style for a while, and their countless eyes were full of stunning and admiration.

There is such a graceful and beautiful boy in the world. Today is really an eye-opener!

However, Jia Cong didn't even look at everyone, hugged Biluo and walked straight through the guards, finally entered Changchun Garden, and pushed open the door.

It was afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly. The room was full of golden light. In a brilliant golden glow, a middle-aged man was awakened by the sound of opening the door and looked up at Jia Cong.

He saw a beautiful boy suddenly appearing in front of him, as a pool of sunshine poured in, and even he couldn't help but feel distorted by his charm.

He had been waiting for this young man for a long time. Since he ascended the throne and became the Supreme Lord of the Nine Five, no one in the world dared to ask him to wait for so long.

He was already extremely impatient and became angry. But when he suddenly saw this young man, his resentment had long disappeared, and only full of praise and love were left in his eyes.

This is my son. Apart from me, who can give birth to such a handsome and extraordinary man?

Although his surname is now Jia, he must be the eldest son who died prematurely, but he was reincarnated in the Jia family. If not, how could these damn men in the Jia family give birth to such a fairy-like child?

The more the emperor looked at Jia Cong, the more he liked him. He couldn't help but think of his eldest son who died in his arms early.

Although he was still young at that time, he could see that he would definitely be an excellent handsome man when he grew up, just like Jia Cong in front of him. Besides, the expressions of the two of them were too similar, and their eyes were so black and shiny, like the stars in the sky.

Seeing the end, even the emperor himself became in a daze. He really couldn't tell whether the young man in front of him was his eldest son or Jia Cong. Perhaps the two of them were just the same person.

Jia Cong in front of him is his eldest son who died young and is back and reunited with him.

Thinking of this, the emperor felt tenderness in his heart. He was full of pity and guilt for Jia Cong, and his resentment had long disappeared without a trace.

"Cong'er, come here quickly, next to Daddy...I'll sit down..."

The emperor was very happy and said nothing, but was afraid that Jia Cong would be embarrassed, so he hurriedly changed his words.

Jia Cong didn't hear clearly what the emperor was saying. He was busy putting down the little girl in his arms first. He walked all the way with her, so tired that he was sweating all over.

At first sight, when Jia Cong came to see him, he was actually holding a very beautiful little girl in his arms. It seemed that he was the girl named Biluo who was serving him day and night. The emperor was even more funny.

Since ancient times, heroes love beauty. After their eldest son was reincarnated, they were so romantic and elegant. They dared to be so unrestrained in front of countless guards. They are such a good child!

The emperor loved Jia Cong very much at this moment. No matter what he did, he felt it made sense, he felt it was different from others, and he was just worthy of being his son.

Jia Cong put down Biluo, who was so embarrassed that he was almost fainted, then put down his tent and hid her. Then he quickly turned around to greet the emperor. He was about to kneel but was shouted to be exempted from courtesy. Jia Cong stood up straight and asked the emperor with a smile: "Your Majesty, why are you here to our mansion today? Is there anything important to you?"

After hearing the reincarnated eldest son's question, the emperor immediately remembered why he was, and the anger in his belly was immediately hooked up. He was about to get angry, but when he saw the handsome and innocent eldest son in front of him, he extinguished most of the anger. He hurriedly shouted softly: "Good boy, come here first, sit next to me first, and ask me to see you. I heard that you are unhappy again today? But are you on the sun?"

Seeing the emperor like this, Jia Cong was stunned and suddenly remembered the last time that this man forced himself to call him his father.

Could it be that this guy really treats himself as his own son’s reincarnation?

It is estimated that 80% of them, otherwise you would not be so gentle to yourself, and you would not always come to find yourself for no reason.

Jia Cong thought to himself, and hurriedly walked over and sat opposite the emperor. He looked up at him carefully, but found that the emperor was tired and his hair seemed to be a little whiter than the previous few days.

Seeing the emperor looking at his warm gaze again, Jia Cong felt warm and couldn't help but reach out and touched the emperor's hairline, and sighed softly: "Your Majesty, you must know to cherish your body. Even if there are too many memorials and no matter how urgent the matter is, you must rest well. I haven't seen you for a few days, and your hair seems to have turned white again..."

Jia Cong's actions shocked the emperor. He stared at Jia Cong blankly, but his heart was filled with heat, and tears had long been blurred in front of him.

He is the Supreme Lord of the Nine Five and the most powerful man in the world, but Jia Cong dares to touch his head and is willing to advise him to cherish his body.

I am no longer alone...

The emperor burst into tears.

The collapse of adults is often in a moment, and the emperor is even more so.

I don’t know how many years he hasn’t been so moved. Tears turned into the ocean and burst out of control.

Seeing that the emperor suddenly cried like a child, Jia Cong was stunned and secretly scolded himself for being too mean and what did he do to provoke him again?

But it seems a bit inappropriate to retract your hand at this time.

Jia Cong was a little hesitant.

When he looked at the old man who was over fifty years old and was almost white, he was crying so sadly, and he was really at a loss.

So he had to stand up, move closer step by step, clumsyly stretched out his arms, then put his movements stiffly into the old man's arms, exerted a little force, and then...

For the first time in his life, Jia Cong hugged an old man in his arms, patted his back gently, and comforted him with twists and twists:

"Emperor...Your...Your...Be good...Don't cry...Be good...I...I...I'm here...I...I...I...I love you..."

When Jia Cong first said this, he felt disgusted and hugged an old man. Even if he was the emperor, it would be very attractive.

But seeing that the emperor was crying more and more sadly, Jia Cong was softened by his crying for a moment. He hurriedly patted the emperor's thin back and looked out the window uneasy. Fortunately, the yard of Changchun Garden was empty, and only the hot sun shone on the dark green flowers and branches all over the yard.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The emperor cried more and more, and when he heard it, he suppressed his grievances for a long time. Jia Cong couldn't help but feel pity for the old man in his arms.

Being an emperor is really not a good thing. How many people want him to die?

His enemies are looking forward to his death, and his relatives are looking forward to his death. There are probably few people in the world who hope that he can live long live long live long live long live long.

Pitiful……
Chapter completed!