"Yes," as Ling Juncheng's words fell, the Queen Mother smiled coldly: "The mourning family has no heart, your words are exactly the same as what the first emperor said when he died." ”

Therefore, he is the child who is most similar to the first emperor, even the charm of his speech and the words he uses are so similar!

I still remember that the first emperor hung his last breath and stared at her kneeling in front of his couch with solemn eyes.

He stared at her for a long time, and before he let out that breath, he used all the strength he had gathered to say to her, "You don't have a heart. ”

Those simple four words are heart-wrenching.

It had sliced her to the ground like countless blunt knives.

She had been pleasing that man all her life, but he left him such a warm word when he was dying.

It took her a long time to digest this sentence, but now it was said by the child he once loved the most.

Even the eyes that looked at her were no different from the way the first emperor looked at her back then.

"Emperor," she smiled with her lips hooked, smiling indifferently, "the heart of the mourning family has been shattered by the first emperor, so you are right." ”

"The mourning family had no heart many years ago."

Ling Juncheng raised his tired eyelids slightly and looked at her: "A person who has no heart, but knows how to love his little son, whether he has no heart in the end, or only has no heart for his son." ”

As Ling Juncheng's words fell, the Queen Mother couldn't help but look directly at him.

His deep eyes were so dim that they had lost all their luster, and as far as the eye could see, there were two abysses that could not be explored.

Some images of his childhood suddenly came to mind.

He was just over a year old and had just staggered to walk.

His nurse took him to bask in the sun in the courtyard, and if he was not careful, he disappeared.

When everyone looked for him, they found that he had gone to her bedchamber, and his little feet and hands were guarding her couch while she was napping in the afternoon.

He didn't make any noise, and he didn't know how long he had been standing in front of her couch, and as soon as she opened her eyes, he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his arm like a broken lotus root to scream at her: "Mother, hug." ”

But after his milky words fell, Ling Yuan, who was asleep, began to cry.

She was so angry that she lifted the futon and got up from the couch, grabbed him by the collar of his back and carried him directly out of the dormitory.

The moment he threw him out of the hall, he didn't even cry, but looked at her quietly with those clear and innocent eyes, until she closed the door of the dormitory tightly, and she vaguely heard his milky voice to his nurse: "Mother, don't hug." ”

After that, there was a dead silence outside the temple.

He has never cried since he was a child, and even when he fell from the plane tree and almost lost half his life, he didn't say a word.

It was because he was very different from all the other children, and she deeply felt that he was the biggest threat to her and Ling Yuan.

She has fought all the women in the palace, and after becoming the queen in charge of the six palaces, no one dares to challenge her authority.

But she couldn't win against him.

Because he's so special, so special that just one stop there can be ignored.

As he grew older, his edge could not be concealed, and the first emperor became more and more partial to him, even ignoring all the princes and sons he once loved.

And Ling Yuan is an exception among the exceptions, the first emperor has never looked at him squarely, and the kindness that his father should have never fallen on him.

The past is vivid, and as soon as it is revealed, it is unspeakable pain and shame.