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- Even the ancestors of the ancestors don't want to discuss seniority in front of me.
This is the voice of Emperor Yan, and it is also a true portrayal of his life.
Knowing that he only has ten days left to live, he still upholds the belief of an emperor, or he never wanted to flaunt anything, nor did he want to follow in anyone's footsteps;
To be precise, he is not the emperor, but he is the emperor.
He has given assurances,
In these ten days, before he died, he would give Dayan an explanation for his future.
Go to war,
Solve the biggest threat to Dayan's future,
at home,
I will cook,
I,
Come to cook.
Li Liangting pulled out a stool and sat down beside him.
Tian Wujing leaned slightly against the pillar behind him. From the beginning to the end, he watched all this with a very calm attitude.
Yanhuang and Li Liangting grew up together,
And Tian Wujing and them are just the same in terms of Taoism.
It is obviously out of the question to insist on how close they are to each other.
Therefore, even at this time, he is still too lazy to waste his emotions. In this world, there are only a handful of people and things that can make Tian Wujing's heart fluctuate at this time.
It's a pity that Lord Zhenghou and the First Prince were dismissed early, otherwise, if Master Zhenghou was still here, watching this scene, there would definitely be an urge to draw all of this, or it could be called a career in his previous life instinct.
In the not very spacious inner hall,
A man, sitting in the tub, still berates Fang Qiu, imagining the future of a country and a group of people;
By his side,
An old man sat aside, with a smile in his eyes, tears hidden in his smile;
opposite,
A man with a stern face stood there with a calm expression.
This picture, if it is really painted, must be in line with a certain aesthetic interest.
Putting aside identity, associating and interpreting, there are too many;
With the addition of identity, the taste is even more mellow.
After all, for true connoisseurs, tasting paintings is like tasting wine.
actually,
from beginning to end,
Except for the princes of Emperor Yan, they had exchanges, and the next generation of the others was not mentioned.
The past has been buried;
Naturally, there is no need to mention some details.
Li Liangting once said to Zheng Fan that all three of them are suffering.
Suffering is not the most painful, but you can not allow yourself to choose to end, you have to wait, wait, wait
Then,
On the scene,
Just fell silent.
This must be the last gathering of the three,
next time,
Maybe it's just two people?
Possibly just one person?
even,
There is no one left.
Someone, probably shrouded in horse leather;
If there are people, they will live in the Taimiao;
However, this last parting did not have any atmosphere of parting.
Parents are short-tempered, can you chat?
but,
For the three of them, this kind of silence seemed to be the best.
Others are not even qualified to be silent with them.
finally,
It's almost time.
They let this last precious time go by in vain.
After not talking about Dayan, what should I do in detail.
? Didn't discuss about the disposal and arrangement of some people in the army, the court, the local government, Chu, Gan, and others.
No, nothing.
Tian Wujing straightened up,
He took one last look at the man who had sneaked into his mansion to spy on his sister in the past.
Then,
turn around,
Walked out of the imperial study room.
Li Liangting also stood up,
I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say anything after all.
at last,
He could only use the palm of his hand to pat the wall of the bathtub. At the same time, he pulled out another dry towel from the shelf and placed it on the stool he was sitting on before.
theA piece of ice was smashed hard!
He felt a little cold,
In the dark,
It seemed as if he saw his third brother, standing in front of him with a book of poems, reciting as he walked.
He wanted to refuse,
instinctive,
He thinks this is a terrible vortex, and it is very likely that he will be dragged into it, and then he will be smashed to pieces.
But he didn't dare to go against his father's will at all,
He is their prince, he is their father,
After he gave birth to them, he can play with them as much as he wants.
son,
For him,
It seems that it is just a snack that can be stuffed into the mouth and chewed to relieve boredom in spare time.
Chewed to slag,
Will spit it out with a bit of disgust,
Curse:
It's useless!
"Fourth brother, I'm so cold in the Huxin Pavilion"
Beside the ear, came the voice of the third brother.
"Fourth brother, it's colder down here than the Huxin Pavilion"
"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!"
The fourth prince let out a low growl,
slipped off the chair,
Kneeling on the ground,
Clenched hands into fists,
hit the ground,
Father Emperor,
Father Emperor,
Father, why couldn't you simply die earlier!
Father Emperor,
Ji Runhao,
old stuff,
old beast,
Why don't you simply die, die! ! ! </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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