Yin Hua tried his best to suppress the urge to burst into laughter.

With a tangled, distressed, and angry expression, he ran to the emperor in small steps like a conditioned reflex and helped him up.

"Goro, are you okay?!"

The emperor didn't know if he didn't react or what, he was still a little stunned.

His eyes didn't roll, and he looked at Yin Hua's face fixedly.

Yin Hua half-hung his face, watching the emperor's regular clothes fall out of the knees, and other emotions immediately disappeared from his eyes, leaving only a thick sense of distress.

A little disgusted gave the emperor a goodbye look, and the distress in his eyes flashed with tears: "You~ such a big person, why are you still not defenseless about anything~"

Vomit~

Yin Hua suppressed the urge to vomit in his throat, bent down to help the emperor pat the non-existent dust on his knees, and gently rubbed it.

The idle one moved, and the shocked and stunned backdrops finally moved.

Hula a group of people came around, asking for sin, shouting and asking for warmth, sending people to find out what was going on, and even proposing to call the imperial doctor...

Yin Hua rubbed the emperor's hand, and his whole body stiffened.

Suddenly he got up, his face flashed with obvious panic and chagrin, and he stepped back.

The emperor also felt Yin Hua's mood change, and a trace of trance and displeasure flashed in his eyes.

The hanging hand moved slightly, and he looked at the people around him with some disgust.

Looking through the cracks in the people again, the concern on Yin Hua's face and the distress in his eyes were gone.

All that was left was cold detachment and annoyance at what had just been done.

There was even a hint of self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

Her head was high, her neck was slender and white, and her back was thin and straight.

The face, which had been increasingly tarnished by the erosion of time and illness, seemed to be rejuvenated, and the skin was like congealed cream, clear and smooth.

The eyes that had been worn off by the bitter cold, wind and frost were as bright as the stars again, and even more agile than they were many years ago.

The numbness and exhaustion of the whole body are gone, and the whole person is lonely and cold, and there is no parallel.

It looks a little more youthful than Tong Xin who just came over.

The emperor looked a little distracted, and his frowning eyebrows unconsciously stretched.

That's what it looks like.

His arrogant and bright posture and bright and confident expression have given him an unattainable yearning and irresistible attraction.

That year, when he didn't know that she was the daughter of the only daughter of King Zhenyuan, it touched his heart.

After knowing her origin, with the blessing of various considerations and calculations, it became a heart.

used the scheming that had never been used in his life except for the throne, and at the risk of almost revealing a flaw, he finally turned people into the door.

It went as planned.

After marriage, Qi Mei, Qin Se and Ming.

After going through hardships, the power and ability of the Tong family and King Zhenyuan also sent him to the throne, and split most of the thorns that threatened his imperial map.

At that time, when he first ascended the throne, she shielded him from the recurrence of the illness left by the distress, and he secretly repeated the promise of that year.

Not negative.

However, when will things be different?!

Through the crowd, the emperor's eyes finally met Yin Hua's eyes, and when he saw the emotions in his eyes clearly, he hurriedly glanced away as if he had been stung by something.

There, there is no resentment and remorse when he was sent to the cold palace.

But it is more piercing than resentment.

There is relief, arrogance, and a trace of care and pity.

The emperor's chest and abdomen suddenly erupted with a thick sense of self-deprecation and anger.

What's distressing?!

I am the Emperor!

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