Feng Qian also stared at him, her eyes facing each other, and she looked deeply into his bottomless phoenix eyes.

In it, there was no flickering as she expected, only full of sincerity and love.

With a bang in his heart, Feng Qian's ghost nodded in a daze: "I saw that tomb." So, what do you want to tell me now? ”

Jun Moying's eyebrows condensed slightly, and he suddenly sighed, hugged her tightly in his arms, and no longer looked at her eyes.

He buried his head in her neck and inhaled hard, as if trying to find some warmth and comfort.

"That tomb was erected by my father." He said, "The person lying inside is my mother. ”

In a short sentence, he was forced to say an almost weird tone.

A little self-deprecation, a little bitterness, and some feelings mixed with pain and sorrow that even she couldn't distinguish.

Feng Qian's heart was shocked.

The four words of beloved Fang Fei were written by the emperor, and the person lying inside was his biological mother?

And what is the current Queen Mother?!

She had always known that the owner of the tomb must have something to do with him, but she didn't know that it could be such a relationship.

He has guessed the first love and his sweetheart, and even the person whom the emperor loves deeply, but she has never thought that it will be the emperor's beloved and the man's mother.

"Ridiculous, right?" Jun Moying asked, and then laughed himself, "Everyone thinks that I have the one they want, but no one knows that my true identity will be so unseemly. ”

"Jun Mo Shadow ......"

Feng Qian struggled for a moment, trying to lift his head from his arms.

She wanted to see his expression, she wanted to hug him, even if it didn't help her, but she was desperate to do something.

But the man wouldn't let her succeed.

As long as she moved, he would hold her tighter and not give her any chance to escape at all.

A low, hoarse voice continued to ring in his ears.

"While everyone else wants to sit on the throne, I only want to see my mother—to see her as she really is, not as my father painted her. But now, I can't even see her in the painting......"

"The father is so selfish, selfishly took away all the qiē about the mother...... I don't want to leave even a painting behind...... He just thinks I don't know anything, he just thinks I'm still the kid who left him in the dark......"

The words were intermittent and incoherent.

But the depression and pain contained in it are so obvious.

Feng Qian's heart hurt when he heard this.

It turns out that the truth is really cruel - but not for her, but for him.

The world says that he is the dragon and phoenix among people and the pride of the sky, even she is like this.

Envy of his possession, the supreme position of power, the handsomeness that makes women crazy for their faces, as well as his wisdom, his city, and his means......

All the qiē on his body, taking out one random piece, seems to be enough to make thousands of people jealous.

But after so many years, no one understands the bitterness in his heart.

It is precisely because he is high above the ground and looks down on the world that such a gap makes people feel even more sad and sad.

It's true that he is an emperor, but if he was born in modern times, he is also an illegitimate child.

A poor man who is not recognized, and even his own mother can only be seen in paintings.

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For the time being, there will be three watches, and there will be seven watches during the day~~~ Girls [It seems that there are still men] Good night, touch big