Being an emperor is really the most dangerous profession in the world, no one. Throughout history, thousands of emperors have only a handful of people who have died in their lives. However, all kinds of deaths are incredible, and it makes people think it is very clear to hear it.

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What makes people even more afraid of it is that anyone who wants to be an emperor is deprived of the happiness of being a human being and the right to enjoy family affection from birth.

Since childhood, these future monarchs had to go to bed late and get up early, and they had to learn too much, from the remarks of hundreds of schools to the strategies to build a country, to riding arts and archery, to etiquette conversation...

The heavy and complicated homework makes people scared when they hear it.

Not only that, if you want to become a monarch, you have to fight with your brothers around you since childhood. The many tricks make people feel discolored.

These are nothing. What people cannot bear the most is loneliness, the loneliness like death. Since the moment of birth, people in the world have regarded it as kings. They either just flatter and flatter or stay away from it. No one dares to exchange hearts with the future monarch.

The later, the more frightened the people around the monarch were, the more cautious they were, and the more cautious they were, no one dared to tell the truth to him, and no one dared to care about whether the monarch was happy or angry, cold or warm.

This is even more so for the emperor in front of Jia Cong. In addition, his natural qualifications are not outstanding, so this road to ascend to heaven is even more bumpy. What makes him even more helpless is that he has to take this road.

If you fail, you will be successful.

The old prince was born to hate him very much for some reason. Look at the situation that he must be the first to be the one who inherited the throne.

People are the slaughter and I am the slaughter.

He didn't want to lose his life in a mess, and what he lost was not his life alone. There was a whole family behind him, who liked his wife, concubines, children, and dozens of people's lives were all tied to him, so he had to fight to the death.

In addition, his biological mother had a humble status. When the emperor's father was a man of a certain brain, he regarded him as a stain on his life. He had been very disgusted with him since he was born. For this reason, he had not thought how much blood and tears he had paid for in exchange for a glimpse of the tall father.

That's not all, even the eunuchs and maids in the palace were respectful to him on the surface, and they turned their heads behind their backs and mocked him.

He had no love for parents or brothers and sisters since he was young, just like a crazy weed growing quietly in the neglect of everyone. Until he finally grew into a pillar of the world, able to laugh and be proud of the world.

But his loneliness is something he can't get rid of in his whole life. Even later, when he had a wife and children, although he was extremely happy, he would not express his emotions at all, so that his close relatives were very alienated from him.

Now the world is willing to pity him. I'm afraid that Jia Cong is the only one who says he is not easy.

Therefore, he could no longer help but feel sad and sad, hugged Jia Cong and cried bitterly, tears wet all of Jia Cong's clothes.

Jia Cong was also very confused, wondering how his unintentional words could cause the emperor to collapse so much.

Fortunately, the guards in the palace were outside Changchun Garden, and no one could hear him making a stern sound. The little girl Biluo was on the kang but heard all this clearly. The little girl was also stunned by the emperor's crying, wondering if the emperor was not satisfied with anything, so she could cry for such a long time.

At first, the little girl was just hiding in the tent and eavesdropping, but later she heard that he cried endlessly. The little girl could no longer help but be curious and secretly crawled out of the tent to peek:

I saw the old man in a bright yellow dragon robe holding his young master tightly, his white and old head buried deep in his young master's arms, crying to the fullest and forgetting himself.

The little girl Biluo looked at her first and found it funny, but after looking at her for some reason, she felt a little jealous:

Why is this old man going to bury head-on in the young master's arms? Why is that person not me?

When the little girl thought of this, she was a little shy, and her little face, which looked like a pearl and beautiful jade, turned red with shame.

Involuntarily, the little girl remembered the scene where the young master hugged her in his chest and walked through thousands of troops. In an instant, a feeling that she could not even speak of wrapped around her tightly.

For a moment, she felt that Young Master Jia Cong was the best man in the world, the person she was looking for in a daze.

Apart from him, there is no other man in the world!

The more the little girl thought about it, the more she became obsessed, the more she thought about it, the more she became. She saw that her little face was flushed and seemed to be on fire, but her eyes were bright, so bright that it seemed like the sun in the sky outside.

The fiery and infatuated eyes were staring at Jia Cong outside the tent, only hating the hateful emperor but still crying in the arms of his sweetheart.

The little girl Biluo frowned in disgust, and looked at Jia Cong's gaze becoming more and more infatuated.

She reviewed Jia Cong's feelings over and over again before she hugged her. He was so handsome, so gentle, so elegant, as if the most handsome god in the sky had descended to earth.

Biluo was intoxicated and didn't wake up.

At this moment, the emperor outside the tent was crying. In the tent, the little girl Biluo was thinking about her thoughts.

Only Jia Cong was at a loss, and finally couldn't help but hug the old emperor, gently stroked his back and comforted him softly: "Your Majesty, you must be careful of your body. Such great sorrow may cause bad liver and liver qi accumulation, and you may feel uncomfortable in the future..."

He knew the medical principles of a fart, and just talked nonsense to comfort the emperor. Unexpectedly, the emperor heard his nonsense, and his depression and resentment were almost vented. He couldn't help laughing out loud, and then cried and scolded: "Fuck, how can crying hurt the liver..."

Before he finished speaking, he remembered that he was so indulging in tears. He was so old, which was a bit embarrassing. Therefore, the dragon among men hurriedly raised his sleeves and wiped his tears. The dragon robe was also made of extremely thick and precious silk, with nine golden dragons embroidered layer by layer, the first five and the last five, and crawled all over his body. Using this kind of clothes to wipe tears, even if the emperor's face was thick, he almost wiped his skin.

In addition, he cried for a long time, and the tears had already made the old skin on his face tender, and the strokes made it even more painful.

As soon as Jia Cong saw it, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it over. The emperor looked embarrassed and lowered his head and rubbed a lot of his nose against his head. Finally, the Supreme Master of Ninety and Five even blew his nose loudly with the handkerchief.

Jia Cong was disgusted and felt sorry for his handkerchief. He hurriedly reached out to take it out in his arms, took out a handkerchief and looked at it. He saw a small pole of ink bamboo embroidered on the corner of the newly taken out handkerchief. He felt relieved:

Fortunately, the veil given by sister Daiyu did not ask the emperor to ruin it.

Very dangerous, very dangerous!
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