Mo Zhao found that he couldn't leave this dream, and he couldn't leave the child five steps away.

When the distance between himself and the child is widened, it is like an attraction that will pull him to the child's side.

Even if the kid can't see him.

Mo Zhao was forced to follow the child back to the deserted cold palace.

In his experience, because Sister Mian took the initiative to apply to serve him in the cold palace, the eunuch who originally served him quickly packed up his baggage and left.

But in this dream, there was no appearance of Lu Mian, so the eunuch who had already left was still in the cold palace.

Mo Zhao watched the eunuch who had been lazy and verbally abusing the child in the wheelchair.

even didn't care about the dirt and wounds on the child's body, and left the cold palace to sleep by himself.

The child sat in a wheelchair until it was dark.

As if he knew that no one would bring food today, he fell out of his wheelchair, picked up the bowl used to hold rainwater under the eaves, and took small sips of water.

Then slowly crawl back to the dark and shady little room, like an ugly bug, and slowly crawl back to its own cave.

The ragged child huddled under the cold wall, closed his eyes and waited for the next day.

Time passed in the dream so quickly that Mo Zhao couldn't even feel the passage of time.

He was trapped in the child, watching the child's situation become more and more difficult, watching the child being bullied by those palace maids and eunuchs, and even many times the child escaped death from these people.

He also saw children faint from hunger because they had nothing to eat, and then woke up after a day in a coma and crawled under the eaves to drink the rain that fell from the bowls.

The bowl was dirty, and the water was dirty, but the kid didn't mind, it was the only food he could get his hands on besides bugs and grass roots.

Tough days go by day.

Until Chen Yong, who was dressed in disguise, appeared in front of the child.

Just like what Mo Zhao had experienced before, Chen Yong came back from winning the battle and took Xiao Mo Zhao out with military skills.

At this time, what appeared in front of Mo Zhao was already some rapidly rotating pictures.

He watched Xiao Mozhao be taken out by Chen Yong, and Chen Yong asked a doctor to help him treat his leg.

However, his legs have been disabled for a long time, and the doctor he invited shook his head again and again, and none of them could be cured.

Xiao Mozhao became completely disabled, not only with a wheelchair for the rest of his life, but also had to experience the torment of frequent recurrence of wounds.

Chen Yong invited various famous teachers for Xiao Mozhao, Xiao Mozhao was expressionless, and only knew how to study, learn literature, and practice martial arts all day long.

Even if he can't stand, he relies on his own muscles and bones to absorb internal force.

Xiao Mozhao is talented and intelligent, and famous teachers have changed one after another.

Chen Yong followed Xiao Mozhao, gave him advice, and was willing to become the sharpest knife in Xiao Mozhao's hand.

There is no lack of trust between the two, but there is a lack of warm family affection.

Even if it is Chen Yong's joking and cheerful personality, he can't relax in front of Xiao Mozhao's cold face.

Mo Zhao watched little Mo Zhao grow up, and his face was exactly the same as his.

However, the aura on Xiao Mozhao's body was completely different from him.

Mo Zhao was happy, because he met Lu Mian, which turned his miserable life into a sweet taste.

And Xiao Mozhao in the dream did not touch Lu Mian, nor did he feel the feeling of being cared for and connived up, and no one could be spoiled, so he could only carry everything by himself.

His eyes were always cold and indifferent, with a hint of world-weary death.

Even after spending a huge price and effort, stepping on the bones of the second prince and concubine to ascend to the throne, Xiao Mozhao did not have the slightest fun, and some were just lifelong loneliness under the shackles of imperial power, and a miserable life.

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Mo Zhao, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything in the dream was vivid, and the cold, empty and world-weary feeling of being bored with everything filled his heart.

A trace of cold sweat overflowed from Mo Zhao's forehead, but he didn't care about it, turned his head to look for Lu Mian, and hugged Lu Mian who was sleeping next to him tightly in his arms.

Lu Mian was still asleep, but he was directly woken up by Mo Zhao's action.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Mian's tone was confused.

"Don't move, Sister Mian, let me hug me." Mo Zhao buried his head in Lu Mian's arms, and it seemed that only by hugging the person next to him tightly and feeling the warmth of the other party's body could he expel the coldness and emptiness in his heart.

Lu Mian woke up a little, "Have a nightmare?" ”

She reached out and hugged Mo Zhao back, with a reassuring tone in her tone: "Don't be afraid, dreams are all the opposite." ”

Mo Zhao hugged Lu Mian and didn't speak.

That's so close to the real thing......

He believed that it was his other life.

Didn't meet the world of Sister Sleepy.

Mo Zhao hugged Lu Mian's arms tightened, as if he wanted to melt Lu Mian into his own blood and bones, he begged in a low voice: "Sister Mian, don't leave me, if you leave one day, I will definitely go crazy, not only will I go crazy, I will not survive." ”

Although he always likes to pretend to be pitiful, he has never made Lu Mian feel so distressed.

Just hearing his voice made Lu Mian feel uncontrollable.

Lu Mian hugged him, "Don't leave." ”

……

The enthronement ceremony and the post-enthronement ceremony were held at the same time.

Lu Mian put on a phoenix robe and finally got a clear identity.

The two stood on a high platform and accepted the worship of 10,000 people.

Mo Zhao took Lu Mian's hand and looked at her clear cheeks, feeling extremely satisfied.

Lumian will always be by his side.

He wouldn't let himself end up in that life in his dreams.

Mo Zhao's style of acting, just like his character, is uncertain, domineering and tyrannical.

However, several constitutions he promulgated were beneficial to the people and businessmen.

No matter what the old ministers thought, Mo Zhao's impression in the hearts of the common people and merchants rose every day, and sometimes even children's songs praising Mo Zhao could be heard on the streets.

Mo Zhao also did a lot of things that were beneficial to the people in the name of Lu Mian, the people were different from the officials, there would be interests between the officials, and the people's words, as long as they let them live a better life, they would love whom.

Under Mo Zhao's intention, in the hearts of the people, Lu Mian's reputation gradually rose, and even matched Mo Zhao.

Even those storytellers in the restaurant often talk about Mo Zhao and Lu Mian's love over and over again.

It's just that every time Mr. Storyteller finishes speaking, someone laughs at the bottom: "Third uncle, your ability to make up stories is getting worse and worse!" Once a dignified son of heaven, how could he do something to be coquettish to a woman and make amends to a woman! ”

The third uncle of Mr. Storyteller, who is also the personal eunuch of the emperor today, Rong Gonggong rolled his eyes with his orchid fingers.

Love believe it or not, don't believe it pull down!

This was written down by the emperor himself on paper for him to memorize! Can there be anything wrong! Yes?!!

You are a fool, no wonder you can only be a fool!