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"How could it be my father's fault." Bo Zhi frowned. I couldn't help but be annoyed, and I followed a hint of ridicule." It's just that the third brother can't think about it himself. It's not good to be jealous. and it became poisonous vinegar. The most important thing is ...... Now these three months of guarding the mausoleum. I hope he can come to his senses." Compound the jaw and think and supplement.

At this moment, Bao Rui faced the son in front of him. The mind suddenly moved. A trickle of warmth followed subtly in the bottom of my heart.

He has always been the most pampered. The amount of work spent on Boqing is also the most, and I have always thought that Boqing is the most intimate with himself. But now the words of Bao Zhi are in the heart of Bao Rui. He didn't expect it. It turns out that Bao Zhi actually understands himself like this.

This moment. There is no sympathy that can be obtained in Paqing. But I got it here in Paocheok. I have to say that this is an unexpected surprise and satisfaction.

In the midst of such joy and satisfaction. Bao Rui suddenly felt a slight guilt. Frowning and sighing slightly. Then he said: "It's my father who is not good enough for you. It's not enough for you." A meal of supplements." I. Not a good father." Such feelings. I can't remember how many times. But there is no way. Let's make up for it now. It's too late, and it's ridiculous.

"Not really. My father has always been very kind to my sons." Bo Zhi frowned in a strange tone. The tone sounded very concerned and warm. He breathed a sigh of relief. His jaw sank, and he pondered it." This matter can only be solved now. Erchen knows it well. Fathers and Emperors have the same love for all of us children. There is no preference for whom. It's just that he spoils the fourth brother more." I smiled at this." Something like that happened to the son. The father and the emperor took full authority for his sons. in which to mediate. Doing our best to shelter ...... What is not the Father's natural love for the Son?" I sighed.

I mean it. It is a precious heart-to-heart between father and son; Even though there is an element of flattery and flattery in it. It's not all sincere.

As everyone knows, the more he is satisfied, the more he is sincere. As a father, Bao Rui's heart became more and more sour and uncomfortable. These words. He really felt guilty that he had borne it: "My father is very pleased. You just know." Thoughts are entangled. After some thought. Bo Rui reluctantly pulled a gentle smile. Raise your hand and pat Bao Zhi's shoulder to encourage.

Bao Zhi pursed his lips and smiled back. Divine light will understand.

At this moment, a wordless tacit understanding suddenly rose. The father-son relationship, which has been silent for more than ten years, senses the appeal from blood and vein at this moment. It begins to float in a silent place, quietly and quietly. Both of them enjoyed the moment. I can't bear to make a sound, breaking this rare and rare warm silence at that time.

It was silent for a long time. Bo Rui couldn't help but have a trance. Wandering. Because the door of the heart was opened, the conversation box also opened up together: "Mention your fourth brother. Don't know why. My father always felt a different layer of familiarity with him...... I can't tell what it's all about." He was very interested in gossiping with his son. This is the truth he doesn't tell people very much. This moment came out with the Silk Road.

"Perhaps...... It's a fate in a previous life." Bo Zhi followed his father's words and tossed and turned. A thought slipped through my heart. Wu Dao said such a sentence. At this moment, there was an inexplicable throbbing. I can't find the reason.

Verbal ups and downs. Not much time interval. Bao Rui was also in a trance.

What King Qi said and said today is as appropriate as what he thinks. It's so pertinent that it's a little untrue. It seems to have been done on purpose. But Bo Rui knew it in his heart. It won't be the son who has the heart to do it. Because he couldn't possibly know what his father was going to talk about about him. Even Borui himself doesn't know. So how can I talk about being ready to speak out in the morning to win my father's favor.

There is only one explanation. It was the King of Qi who originally understood his father. Even if there is not much intersection with my father. But Chu Huang Bo Rui. But he never understood his own son. It's also because there's not much intersection. And until now. Only then did he suddenly realize that his son was close to himself.

It is related to the past life with Boqing. It's not the same with the silk.

If there is no difficult front edge for this cadre around me. How can we come together and gather together in this life?

Anterior cause and effect, imminent. The horoscope is constantly circling. It's just that as soon as you enter the cycle of samsara, you have forgotten all the past. The only one who can have knowledge is the present life. Therefore resentment is hatred, debt is injustice. No one knows anymore. Horizontal and vertical is to get together to repay grievances and repay grievances.

"Perhaps." It seems that my mind is a little lofty. Bao Rui pulled back again and quietly. A little moved in my heart. No more talking. The clouds are light and the wind is light.

This rare heart-to-heart exchange with my father in the warm pavilion. Let the king of Qi leave the Qiankun Palace, walk on the royal road and go outside the Chu Palace. The heart seems to be burned by a trace of warmth. It's just the right gentle smile on my lips. But the moment he stepped out of the temple gate, he was all clean. is the prince of Qi who is always arrogant and lonely in front of others, and has a dull smile.

This is the king of Qi. This is his true nature. Hit from the mother's womb brought out of this soft red world contained in a cold nature. But no one knows. That's the second prince. But every time I see my father, I don't know what to do. The cold ice that you carry from the inside to the outside will suddenly warm up into a trickle of hot spring water...... Of course, there is a fear of his father's dragon power. But there is also a kind of instinct that I don't know if it's a kind of nature, a kind of earnest feeling that is more desired because of scarcity.

It's been more than 20 years since I was a child. Seeing that the father and the emperor treat the fourth brother Boqing differently and attach great importance to it. Silk is not completely touchless. It's just that it's far less secretly hated than the rest of the princes. He will also be jealous at times. After all, this is a child's natural reaction to his father's favored brother and reciprocation; But at the same time. Bo Zhi also understands very clearly. This is what Bao Qing deserves. It is the father who owes the fourth brother......

This is a nonsense. But it's up. He himself has no idea why he got up. Driven by such thoughts. He had always been calm. Even the whole person's attitude towards things from the inside to the outside began to change without being surprised.

Unprovoked. But look at this complicated world, soft red. How many gratuitous things there are?

After returning home. Only then did he feel a little sleepy. The maidservant lit incense and lay down in the inner room and in her clothes.

It's not too late. The servant girl who was waiting for her brought a wash of water. Serving Bao Zhi wiped his face.

This handmaid is the most daring of the Qi Palace. In addition, because of his long-term personal service to the prince of Qi. also somewhat figured out the prince's temperament. At the right time, he will have the courage to talk to the prince with a few idle words: "This time. You have been wronged." She wrung out the towel in the basin. I couldn't help but pout my lips for the injustice of the silk. Immediately followed by another remark." However, since the second prince has personally confessed his guilt, he asked the emperor to allow him to go and guard the imperial tomb. That shows that he is sincere and has a sense of remorse. I won't have any trouble with the prince in the future."

As soon as I heard that. Unexpectedly, he aroused a little disdain for Bo Zhi: "What. Listening to what you said, it was said that this king was afraid of him, and the king of Wei was afraid." Sideways gaze. The tone is contemptuous and laughing.

The maid turned around in a panic and made a frightened gesture: "The slave and maid don't dare." Fu lowered his eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and was soft and weak, and opened his mouth in a low voice. The slave and maid felt that this had happened. The king of Wei must be cold and discouraged. Don't take this resentment ...... It's the right thing to carry on you, the prince."

Bao Zhi was in no hurry to answer. He just stood up and walked over to her. Raise your hand and pick the handmaid's chin. The other hand hooked her from the slender back behind her and hung her in his arms: "Little man. When did I learn to be so playful in front of my lord? Hmm." Raise eyebrows and tease. Xinxing seems to be good.

The king of Qi is also a merry prince. This may be inseparable from the touch of temperament he carries. At the beginning, he could have committed suicide in the house because of his love for his concubine. He lost his sense of proportion and arrested the pair of hawkers, regardless of the torture to death. This layer can also be seen from here. Now the reason why this servant dares to talk so much. It's also because Bo Zhi has always been good to her. The two of them have always been ambiguous.

"Lord Wang......" The maid was ashamed and called out a sentence. Reopening slowly." Where do people dare to talk about anything? Don't you care about the prince?"

Nephrite warm fragrance feels good in the arms. Silk Slightly Closed. The mood is empty. The mind couldn't help but toss and turn with the spitting of the servant: "Do you think that the third prince should be really discouraged and break the jar. Oh...... "The character is up again. He snorted heavily and clenched tightly. He's retreating."

The decision is to retreat as advance.

King Wei is not stupid. The person who knew his own in his heart forced his father to retreat in the imperial study, and it was the most favored King Rongjin who was moved. If you don't show good faith at this time, you know the times. Then in my father's heart, there really won't be a place to occupy anymore.

The fox in her arms turned her face. Raised his hand and stroked it slowly on the side of Bo Zhi's cheek: "What about you, Lord Wang." The sound is also drunk and soft. A look of doing everything he can to seduce.

"Me." Bo Zhi raised his eyebrows and smiled. This king is really attached to the mountains and rivers, and he doesn't care." A spit of relief in the likeness. A word before it fell. There was a faint throbbing pain in my heart. He lost his mind for a moment. Suddenly, it was close to a nightmarish whisper." This life. Xin Dong is really desireless, not fighting, not grabbing...... I'm worthy of her." A deep sigh. Layered within.

There seems to be a tide of Sanskrit sounds all around, and the curse and resentment are secretly moving. For a moment, the atmosphere was brought into the overlapping illusion of unreality. It is easy for a trickster to lose his heart.

The servant who was cared for by the king of Qi was suddenly stunned. Immediately came back to his senses. Liumei was curious: "Lord Wang. What's that winter...... Who's that?"

Bao Zhi snapped back to his senses: "What." I was in a trance for a while. I can't remember what I just said.

This handmaid is an empathetic woman. Seeing King Qi like this. Laughing and laughing: "Nothing. The prince must be tired. Talking is a little ...... Inexplicable look."

I didn't realize it. After saying this. Only then did he feel that he was really tired. and suppressed the innocuous thoughts. Turning his eyes and smiling at the little man in his arms. Hook out a bit of evil charm: "Then don't serve this king Kuanyi. Hmm." The tail note is very long and long.

"Yes......" the maid smiled. The slender fingers rested on the broad shoulders of the silk......

**Moment. The pleasure of floating life is the shortest.