The return of the late emperor

Mingyu sensed his resentment and unwillingness, her body trembled, but when she lowered her head, she saw the red color on his hand again, she immediately took his hand in distress, pulled it to her lips, and blew lightly, for a long while Only then said pitifully: "Father..." He stopped speaking halfway through.

It was the man who suddenly covered his mouth, "Yu'er, I'll say it again, don't call me that before you take that seat." After saying that, he immediately let go of his hand.

Mingyu was silent for a long time, then said hoarsely: "Yes, I understand, I am waiting for that day."

The man coughed a few times, Mingyu hurriedly supported him, he waved his hand to indicate that he was okay, and then laughed coldly: "He has tried his best, and he refuses to let me go, but he didn't expect my life to happen I have persisted for so many years, but his bastard has gone ahead of me. If he knows that what killed his son is the poison he gave me... Hahahahaha ...cough cough cough..."

He laughed miserably, smiled, and actually coughed up a lot of dirty blood. The blood color was close to black, completely different from the bright red that flowed from his hand just now. If Minke saw it, he would be very angry The black blood feels familiar...

Mingyu's complexion darkened, and when she saw the almost black blood, the cold light in her eyes was Dasheng: "I will, I know what to do."

The man waved his hand, pushed Mingyu away, stood up straight, took out a brocade handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, "That man knows, I don't know if he will regret his moment Hypocrisy will ruin this country." He thought of Sikong Huashao, and felt that he was wrong everywhere, and there was nothing worth remembering. His heart was filled with disgust, and he clutched the brocade handkerchief in his hand fiercely. Out of shape.

Mingyu lowered her hand, not knowing how to comfort him, after thinking for a while, she felt that she should refute, so she said softly: "He still loves you the most, so much so that Ai Wu Ji Wu also took care of me..."

Mingyu always likes to pretend to be kind. He knows the person in front of him too well. Although the relationship is already very close, only when he speaks and acts according to the person's imagination at all times can he be trusted. Speaking of himself, he never felt that this person was pitiful, but felt that his life was miserable because of this person...

So Mingyu felt that this remark was very appropriate, and when he said it, the person did react as he expected, and saw that the person's mood about to calm down caused waves because of this, His eyes were cold and piercing, he stared at Mingyu without any emotion, the veins on his temples burst out, he gritted his teeth and said: "You should remember him, he has nothing to do with you at all, if it wasn't for me, you think you Can you survive till now? Remember, there is nothing but blood and deep hatred between you and him, and nothing else is allowed."

He lifted up the veil on one side of the bamboo hat, revealing half of a pale and bloodless face, hidden in the shadows covered by the veil, and his red lips moved a little above his snow-white chin, "Only I am the one who sincerely cares for you." Yes, Yu'er." After speaking, he laughed lightly, the laughter was as clear as silver bells colliding, and pearls fell to the ground, but it didn't match his age, it only made people feel panicked.

"Yes, Yu'er understands." Mingyu lowered her head and looked down.

The man coughed a few more times, then covered his face with a brocade handkerchief again, with an elegant and dignified posture, he sneered and said, "Sikong Huashao..." From his lips and teeth, there was an intimate murmur like a lover's lingering, but it was real and mixed With unspeakable resentment and unwillingness.

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Changsun Qiyi hid behind the rockery, and after listening to all this, he suddenly remembered a passage his father once said.

"Everyone in the world thinks that our aristocratic families are unattainable. They just feel that watching us live is like admiring flowers in the thick fog, so that they can't see clearly. They don't know that when the fog is cleared, the flowers that others say will continue to grow. On the throbbing ambition and on the bones of its sacrifice..."

Changsun Qiyi's fingers trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to raise his hand. The sharp and tender fingertips grabbed a corner of the rockery, his veins bulged, his nails broke, and he tried to resist the endless sorrow in his heart with pain...

"Hey, little baby, I didn't bring you here to see you hurt yourself."

Changsun Qiyi raised her head abruptly, but saw a man in gray squatting on the rockery above her head at some point. His whole body was wrapped tightly, only his round eyes were exposed. Yi looked up and met his gaze, only to hear him continue to say with a smile: "Look, what beautiful hands, but they are being tossed, tsk tsk tsk."

"You led me here?" Changsun Qiyi abruptly withdrew his hand, as long as there were people present, he would always be able to restore his signature cool and cold posture as quickly as possible.

"Here, this medicine is for you, little baby. This old man hates beautiful people with scars of one kind or another." The man in gray rummaged left and right, and took a long while to find a water-red kit from his waist. He took out a jade bottle, hesitated for a while, and then stuffed the water-red kit back into his bosom, then handed the jade bottle to Changsun Qiyi with a heartache on his face, and kept saying: "This is the old man's secret recipe. The little one should save some of it. It's so precious that it's hard to deserve it."

Changsun Qiyi looked at the jade bottle in a trance. According to his personality, he would never accept such an unknown object, but the appearance of the jade bottle made his eyes sore and tight. Spontaneously reached out to take it, whispered: "Is this yours?"

"Didn't I just say that the old man's secret recipe is only available in this family, and there is absolutely no other place." The man in gray was anxious, patted his chest and assured, his hands were also soft, white and delicate, compared to Changsun Qiyi's Not to mention much, where is the hand of an elderly person.

Changsun Qiyi is not stupid, and naturally noticed the abnormality, he said quietly: "Then thank you, senior."

The author has something to say:

Changsun Jue is an upgrade of the hateful version of Ren Ming, but they have completely different personalities, so they will have different fates orz

Let's guess the man in gray again, he also appeared

I didn’t interrupt the update on purpose. A very sad thing happened in the third dimension, and I couldn’t hold on last night...

Yaoyao zero nine 5 no bar no 6, this is my button, if there is a little angel who is willing to accompany me, please add it, the stepping stone is the name of the protagonist, delete this message tomorrow