Gao Lengmeng emperor loves fierce concubine

Chapter 199 I'm so soft on Mengmeng (4)
Qin Haoran's heart was shocked, and after a while, he said complicatedly, "His identity is different."

A certain one laughed mockingly, "So, he should live like a machine without autonomous emotions? He won't growl when he's angry, he won't laugh when he's happy, and he won't cry when he's sad. As planned by others, to be a qualified master there?"

Qin Haoran's expression changed, "Everyone has their own destiny, isn't it..."

A certain one interrupted bluntly, "Nonsense, fate is always under your own control, whether you want to be a living person or a cold machine is your choice, talking about those useless is a coward who escapes! "

After a while, Qin Haoran froze in place, and when he finally had the strength to move his legs, he said, "You are different from Qingcheng." It should be different from everyone he has ever seen.

A certain eye flashed, and then returned to its nonchalant look, "Of course, my brother is a man, and I am a woman."

Qin Haoran didn't delve into it, and said again, "I'll tell him what I said just now." Then, he left without looking back, with an air of detachment and independence from the back.

A certain one stared in the direction of the door, didn't move for a while, and sighed in distress from the bottom of her heart, why did she soften her heart to that little bun just now?Is it really the flood of maternal love?

It seems that since that night in the dark room, she has softened her heart towards him. When she was so old in her previous life, she was still playing wildly carefree, but he practiced martial arts in that dark room. She had no choice but to take that seat. She still remembered that when she asked him if he liked being emperor, the tone of his answer was as desolate as it should be for a ten-year-old child, which made people feel sad.

He matured prematurely, even aged, just to look more like an emperor in the eyes of everyone!

The emperor is also a human being, but in the eyes of the ministers and the people of the world, no matter who is sitting in that seat, he must be as strong and indestructible as a god!Emotions and anger are invisible, every word and action must be worthy of the status of the emperor, without any emotions of his own, everything is only for the throne.

That layer of identity is a huge cage, which traps not only the body, but also the heart!

It's fine for an adult, but for such a big child, she has to suffer this kind of abuse since she was a child. Her heart, which has been soaked in the civilized education of her previous life for 20 years, still can't accept it.

Therefore, all kinds of her performance today are a bit out of control.

When standing on the second floor waiting for someone, I would look forward to him from the bottom of my heart, seeing that when he fell into the pain of self-blame because of those two songs but was still holding back, she chose that funny song to relieve him. Depressed emotions, when he left, he was obviously angry again but tried to restrain himself, she deliberately stimulated him, forcing him to vent like a normal person.

She also knows that he is the emperor, the responsibility is too great, there are too many forced and involuntary, but...

"Miss, this subordinate knows what you mean, but he is..."

A certain one sighed, "I know, I'll keep my sense of proportion, I just want to make him live a different life as much as possible within the allowed range..."

Hearing this, Mo Mo looked at her, was shocked by the clear pity in her eyes, and suddenly bowed and said, "Thank you, miss, for the deceased emperor and empress!"

There was no one around, except for a certain one with a calm face, ink with a moving expression, and Jiu Lan who was a little dazed.

"You really belong to the late emperor." There was no trace of shock or surprise in a certain voice.

Mo Mo said, "Yes, this subordinate was originally the dark guard of the Canglong Guard. He was secretly trained since he was a child. When he was 12 years old, he was sent to the general's mansion by the late emperor."

"Well, does father know?"

"...should know."

"Okay, you will still be my seven-color rainbow guard in the future, do you understand?"

"Yes, this subordinate will never forget!"

"Well, go get ready, don't you have to meet him tonight?"

After Mo Mo retreated, Jiu Lan asked in disbelief, "Miss, Mo Mo..."

A certain one turned around and walked to his private room, "It's okay, I knew it before, and my father knew it too, and he acquiesced in the morning."

"After that..."

"It's still the same as before, I trust him!"

"Yes!"

A certain one rested after returning to the private room, and put the jade pendant in his hand in the dark cabinet where valuables were stored, sighed, and locked it.

And after Jimo Meng got into the carriage, Chu Yu also followed up, licking his face.

Hua Ruofeng flicked his horsewhip, and the car headed steadily towards the palace, the scent of agarwood scattered all the way.

The atmosphere in the car was dull.The reason why Chu Yu came up was to see that he was uncomfortable in his heart and wanted to persuade him, but she opened her mouth several times, but she didn't know where to start.

Alas, it would be great if Lan Li or Qingcheng were here. Among them, Haoran is too cold, not very enthusiastic about anyone, seldom speaks, let alone nice words. His mouth is sweet, but he can't comfort People, especially those who comfort young and mature people in front of them.

Qingcheng is empathetic, eloquent, and knows all kinds of reasons. It's a pity that she's not here now. Lan Li has a gentle and gentle temper, and she speaks softly. She can warm people's hearts the most, but now she is the one who needs warmth the most. Alas , he was a little annoyed, what did Haoran do with those two songs? Isn't this annoying?
Although the song is a good song, they were deeply moved after listening to it. If it could reach the ears of Qingcheng and Lan Li, it would be even more touching, but for the emperor, these songs are a kind of shame, guilt, and guilt. The torment of self-blame.

After a while, Chu Yu's brain twitched, and she made a deadly movement, imitating the shape of a certain animal, shaking her neck, turning her head around, and sang something funny, "I feel cute... ..."

Outside, Hua Ruofeng, who was driving the car, trembled a bit, thinking that the prince of a certain county is crazy. I know that you want to make the master happy, but you can't use such terrible methods. It's not good to imitate anyone, but to imitate a certain one...

Don't you know that this is the master's death spot?
Before Chu Yu finished singing, he was choked by Jimo's cute dark face, and his laughing face turned into a mournful face. Didn't he think that song was really lively, and he really had no other meaning...

"You don't want to stay with your head on your neck anymore?"

(End of this chapter)