Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 198 Love the World, Love Beauty Even More
Murong Wan walked over slowly.

The boy thought about things seriously, until she approached, he didn't know that there was a person standing behind her.

Following his line of sight, Murong Wan looked over, and there was an endless stretch of sight, high city walls and rows of palaces connected in series.

The boy stared at these deserted palaces, lost his mind for so long?

"looking at what?"

A woman's faint voice came from behind.

Nan Fengchen was startled, and suddenly came back to his senses. When he saw the girl's bright little face, he leaned over and said, "Miss Concubine Jin."

"Let the empress laugh."

"It's not necessarily a joke. Seeing that you are staring at things, I am still curious about what you are looking at."

"When my father was alive, because my mother didn't want to see me, so my father didn't have any father-son relationship with me. He just watched me being humiliated and beaten by my mother."

When talking about these things now, although his complexion is still painful, it is much better. It is probably because he has seen some things and let Nan Fengchen know his identity. He is not allowed to die, and he is not allowed to live for himself. The people need him.

"Since I was a child, I have understood some principles and things in life better than ordinary people. I know that my father is the emperor of a country, with his majesty and his responsibility, but I have never understood why he likes my mother so much, even if she is the emperor. Those things about her have long been shamed and tolerated by the people of the world, but he still uses his only right to protect and indulge his mother, and does not allow anyone to speak of her, abuse her, or even hurt her."

"I don't understand until now. In order to make the mother happy, the father and the emperor executed all the ministers who jointly played the memorial to impeach the mother and the concubine. They were sentenced to death. The southern country is declining day by day. The emperor of the country is indifferent, watching this bleak situation with cold eyes. In his eyes, the life and death of others seem to be less important than a word, a look, or a smile from the queen mother."

"Until later."

He pulled his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Father said that the emperor cannot choose his own destiny. When he didn't meet his mother, he lived for the people of the world. After meeting his mother, he only wanted to live for the world." She lives alone. He loves the world, and loves his mother even more."

Love the world, love beautiful people more.

Those who love lose their country, even lose their lives.

The cold palace, where there is no popularity, is lonely.

Yes, what about sitting in a high position, what about having supreme power.

It's a pity that if there is no one who knows the cold and the hot to accompany you, then everything he has is just a flash in the pan.

"Mr. Nan, it's cold and the journey is far away. You are thin, put on more clothes, and be careful of catching cold."

Murong Wan was listening quietly, falling into deep thought following the man's words.

Over there, Qiaoyu has already untied her clothes and put them on Nan Fengchen.

Murong Wan: "."

No wonder this girl said before she came here that it would be useful to wear more clothes, and her feelings are used for this
Really
The sudden intimacy and the faint fragrance emanating from the woman made Nan Fengchen, who had never been in such close contact with a woman for many years, suddenly become extremely stiff.

A pair of dark eyes froze.

In a short time, I forgot the movement.

"Pretty girl, you."

Qiaoyu lowered her head in embarrassment, covered her face, and finally took out a crookedly embroidered purse from her bosom hesitantly.

Murong Wan knew that it was a mandarin duck, because most of the things women gave men were embroidered purse mandarin ducks with their own hands, which had a meaning.

But Murong Wan felt that those two were bastards.

so similar--

(End of this chapter)