It was the darkest corner of the Qinghui Palace, and the lights were bright, but that corner was shrouded in shadows, and only a bright yellow figure could be seen, and the man covered his face with his hand in front of his forehead.

Sure enough, people who are accustomed to the darkness are not used to the sudden light.

Sycamore took a step.

At the moment when the door of the hall was opened, the false emperor turned sideways, and when someone came in, it brought a gust of cold wind, and the false emperor shivered, straightened up, and squinted his eyes slightly.

The door of the palace was closed, looking at the figure taller than him, walking towards him calmly step by step, the footsteps were low but brisk, the false emperor's eyes flashed, and the hand blocking his forehead moved away a little, and looked over.

The figure was getting closer and closer under his gaze, and the silhouette of the boy was getting clearer and clearer.

Confident and calm, his aura is lofty, and sure enough, as Steward Hu said, his son has become different.

There was no cowering in the past, and the face that had been stiff and white also had a glow, like a luminous body, and the momentum and demeanor suddenly made him think of a person-Emperor Jing, and the pupils of the false emperor shrank sharply.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and this son is simply reborn, which is surprising.

Wutong stopped at a distance of three feet from him, this distance was just right, not far and not close, which could not only allow the other party to see clearly, but also maintain a sense of distance, and easily let go of the other party's defense.

Wutong raised his head and looked over, and the eyes of the false emperor also looked over, and the eyes of the two touched in the air.

The false emperor smiled slightly, Wutong's expression changed, and he actually saw a face exactly the same as Emperor Jing.

Wutong's reaction was expected by Emperor Jing, although he was shocked, but his performance was already very good.

Anyone who doesn't know will be shocked to see him like this.

The false emperor brushed the dust that did not exist on his sleeves, and the bright yellow robe shone through the room.

The False Emperor slowly stood up, stepped off the pedal, and at a distance of a foot from him, stopped, looked at it for a moment, and said softly, "Scared, right?" The False Emperor's tone was soft, as most fathers do when they see their sons.

Wutong shook his head in a daze, and when he got closer, he also saw it clearly, although it was exactly the same face, he thought he had guessed wrong, but it turned out to be true, this person was not Emperor Jing, the same face, but the temperament was completely different. Emperor Jing gives people the feeling of a spring breeze, but the fake emperor is deep and soft.

It's just two different people, the false emperor is the false emperor, even if he wears a dragon robe, he is just a worm, and he will never be able to compare with his father, Wutong flashed a deep disgust in his heart, this person is not his father, he is his enemy, but at this moment he can't step forward and destroy his mask directly.

Wutong's heart set off a stormy wave, but his face was calm and abnormal.

"You're really bold." The false emperor smiled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder in approval.

Wutong looked at him steadily, behaving normally, and asked suspiciously, "Are you really a father?" ”

The False Emperor looked at him and nodded.

Wutong looked around, was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Then why are you still wearing this in this palace?" He stopped talking.

What he wanted to ask was how he sat on the throne all of a sudden, after all, more than four months ago, he and he had been staying in Zhuangzi, living the days of hiding in Tibet, and the memories of Binzhou, that life like a stinky rat, he should never remember, so he could not be beaten back to his original form.

The false emperor's gaze swept on the dragon chair, he wanted to sit in that position forever and be the master of this world.

Can't be beaten down, a light flashed in the false emperor's eyes, firm and dark.

He turned his head to look at the young man and raised his eyebrows, "This matter is a bit complicated, I will have a chance to tell you in the future, it is rare for our father and son to see each other, my father asked the imperial dining room to prepare your favorite dishes, and the two of us have a good meal." ”

As soon as the false emperor finished speaking, the door of the palace was opened again, and several palace maids rushed in, and quickly set up a table on the table in the hall, and after saluting the false emperor and him, he withdrew and closed the palace door.

The false emperor beckoned to him, very kindly, "Let's go, eat first, let's talk while eating, come all the way, my son must be hungry." He said.

The enemy was very red when he saw each other, but he had to suppress the hatred in his heart, and he had to be false and wronged.

Sycamore quietly followed, and the two sat down at the table.

The false emperor sat on the throne and motioned for Wutong to sit opposite him, so that it was convenient for him to observe, and there were still some doubts about this son The false emperor, for example, a young man who was introverted since he was a child and did not dare to take a step out of the door, how could he be refreshing in just four months, this is indeed too incredible, the son is indeed his son, yes, he can't believe him completely.

The false emperor pointed to a few dishes he liked to eat, and smiled with a pleasant face, "Eat, it's all your favorite food." ”

Wutong flicked his chopsticks and ate unhappily, and the fake emperor looked at him with a smile, "Speaking of which, my father has never had a meal with you, so I really wronged you." ”

Wutong hung his head and ate the food intently, without speaking, the voice of the false emperor came again, "You are so good, my father didn't expect you to become so good, you tell your father what is going on?" ”

This is a suspicion of him, hehe, what a good father, shouldn't it be a joy that his son has become better? I have lived together in Zhuangzi for more than ten years, and I didn't have a good meal with my son, but I was like this again just after eating, but I am really a good father.

The chopsticks of Wutong paused, as if attracted by the banquet full of tables, and put another chopstick dish on the empty bowl in front of him.

Only then did he raise his head and point to his own head, "I bumped it here, and after I woke up, it seemed to have opened chaos, and I understood everything I didn't know before, and suddenly I opened my mind, and I learned everything quickly." It's as if there has always been something blocked in my head before, but now that it's all over, I feel relaxed all of a sudden, and my memory has become very good. ”

The false emperor didn't speak, and kept an eye on him.

Wutong pondered for a moment, "It should be like a sudden good fortune, everything is very clear and clear, I didn't expect that it would be like this after a bump." Wutong showed a surprised expression on his face, "Father, did you say that our family has suffered so much, so good luck has come." You and I are the same, this is all hard work, good luck. Otherwise, it won't make sense, and no one will believe it. ”

The false emperor's gaze froze, looked at him deeply, and smiled again, "That's right, our father and son are lucky to come and eat vegetables." "It seems to make up for the long-lost family affection, the false emperor is very eager, and the sycamore is as good as a stream.

A murderous intent flashed in his lowered eyes.