Jia Cong was moved by the emperor's deep love for his child, and he couldn't help but call him Daddy.

This title was heard by the emperor, and his eyes were filled with tears. A middle-aged emperor who had experienced countless separations of life and death and saw through the vicissitudes of the world, felt a choking throat in an instant, and his heart, which had already frozen into a piece of ice, slowly melted away.

How could he not hear this call coming from his heart?

A few days ago, he forced Jia Cong to call him his father, and Jia Cong did whisper. But how could he not hear the reluctance and rusty in it?

This time, the sound of Dad exploded in his ears like thunder, and he seemed to have returned to the rainy night more than ten years ago.

That night, he looked at his dying son in the room through the carved window.

That was his eldest son.

It was his birth, which made him feel the warmth and beauty of the world for the first time in his life, not just a life-and-death struggle and a purgatory life of intrigue.

He is still so small and so cute. His skin is as delicate as solidified milk, and his lips are as soft as the first petal in spring.

That was his first awakening life.

But the world and him are still purgatory after all, and that gentleness is as short as the spring breeze that is passing by.

He was only a few months old but he was about to say goodbye to his biological father.

No matter what, he could never imagine what kind of person could be so cruel and willing to attack such a cute and weak baby!

That night, it was raining heavily.

He was independent under the window, watching as he lie quietly in his mother's arms.

He dared not go in and faced this life-and-death separation.

Although he had seen countless dead people, killed many people with his own hands, and even saw countless separations of life and death with his own eyes, only this time he really felt the pain of farewell, which made him want to abandon his life and leave him. But what made him even more painful was that he could not choose his own life and death, because he still had to live, avenge his eldest son, and live with the lives of more people who should live well.

Life is worse than death.

As soon as the rainstorm fell, he stood still and stared at the people in the room.

It happened that his eldest son, who was lying on his mother's shoulder, opened his eyes and tried hard to raise his head. His already scattered eyes suddenly flashed with a scorching light.

That's because the little baby saw his father, the father who came very little but loved him very much.

The little baby tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling at him, and his delicate little mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to call him daddy...

His eldest son was about to learn to call him Daddy, but he passed away, but the word Daddy was forever frozen on his lips and his ears...

It has been almost twenty years, and that scene has appeared in his dreams hundreds or thousands of times. Even in the dream, he has never heard the word "Dad".

Although he later had many children, no one could bring the warmth that his eldest son had brought to him. Although they would call him father or father, the shouting sounds were a little more utilitarian and less sincere.

Now almost twenty years have passed, his heart has already become cold and frozen. He thought that he would never hear anyone calling him "Dad" in his life.

But who knew I heard it again today.

The lips of the boy in front of him were as delicate as the eldest son of the legitimate ten years ago. The father, who had been delayed for more than ten years, finally rang softly in his ears, exploding his frozen heart for eternity.

In a trance, time flies by. The eldest son, who was still in his infancy, quickly travels through time. In the blink of an eye, he grows into the graceful young man in front of him.

Jia Cong is his eldest son, and the eldest son is Jia Cong in front of him.

He could no longer tell who was who, and he didn't bother to distinguish. With the sound of "Dad" who was so pure that he didn't have a trace of utilitarianism, he decided that the boy in front of him was his son.

Family affection may sometimes have nothing to do with blood.

The emperor burst into tears in an instant.

He lowered his head, held Jia Cong's shoulders tightly with both hands, and his body trembled violently.

Jia Cong was really scared. He stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Fortunately, the emperor did not cry very much this time. He raised his head in a short while, his eyes were red and his face was covered with tears.

Jia Cong had no choice but to take out the handkerchief that Daiyu gave him to help the poor old man in front of him wipe away the tears, then folded the handkerchief and put it in his arms.

When the emperor saw his actions, he pulled the corners of his mouth to laugh at him, but suddenly he was a little envious of the young man in front of him:

He has a beloved girl who cherishes it as life.

But he never really loved any woman in his life. The woman he wanted to marry was to consolidate the world. Now, it is ridiculous to think about it. He gave everything to the world, but what did the world give him?

For a moment, the emperor was filled with all kinds of feelings, but the chaos and anger in his heart disappeared when he looked up and saw Jia Cong.

The world gave him this young man. Perhaps he earned his life for the rest of his life just to be able to do whatever he wants and live a happy life.

He had never had anything in this life, but was extremely envious, so he asked this young man to come and do it for him.

Thinking of this, the emperor couldn't help but smile generously, as kind as all the doting fathers in the world.

The emperor was full of joy, but Biluo in the tent was covered with tears, and she lay on the pillow and cried secretly.

Just as the emperor blurted out the name "Lin Daiyu", she suddenly woke up and her infatuated gaze that had been lingering with Jia Cong's eyes dimmed instantly.

She deeply blamed herself for being obsessed with her beautiful dreams, but she completely forgot that her young master already had a beloved girl.

Lin Daiyu, these three words pressed hard on her heart like a peak of ten thousand 1000 yuan, and locked her up tightly and could never turn over again.

When she thought of Lin Daiyu, she didn't even dare to feel jealous. It was because the girl was too beautiful and talented, and she was like dust and pearls compared to her.

Looking up to the mountains.

She will never have hope of becoming a relationship with the young master in her life.

Only Daiyu in the world can deserve the Young Master Jia Cong in her heart.

Biluo leaned on the pillow and cried sadly, but she didn't dare to make any sound, just like she loved the young master very much but didn't dare to tell him to know a little.

I don’t know how long I cried, but the self-pity in my heart finally slowly flowed away. Biluo fell silently on the pillow, and a thought suddenly popped up in her mind:

I can stay with the young master in this life, see his joys, sorrows, and joys, watch his wife and children with my own eyes, watch him grow up day by day, and grow old day by day...

All this is enough, what else do I have to expect?

Isn’t it what I want to be able to keep the young master so quietly for the rest of my life?
Chapter completed!