"You kid, isn't this a knife in the heart of the emperor's uncle, you sigh, get up"

"Uncle Huang, you should feel sorry for Zong Tong and tolerate Zong Tong's willfulness." The emperor was distressed, but Zhao Zongtong was resolute, if the emperor did not agree, he could not afford it.

"You're good, I'm going to promise you, I'm going to promise you, you're up, you're up." The emperor was distressed, the old tears were in his eyes, he wanted to cry but couldn't cry, he endured the depression in his heart, and his hands holding Zhao Zongtong were trembling, and at the moment he met Zhao Zongtong, the tears that he had endured for a day still broke down the embankment, and he burst into tears in an instant.

"Uncle Huang, you, don't cry, it's all bad Zongtong, it's all bad Zongtong, if you want to blame Zongtong, blame Zongtong, don't cry" Zhao Zongtong looked up and found that the always loving imperial uncle was already in tears, and his heart was suffocated, and he knew that he still hurt the imperial uncle.

This was not his intention, but he also knew that long pain was better than short pain, some things could not be done, he had to refuse, and he had to cut through the mess quickly, so he could only be ruthless.

But in the end, it is the imperial uncle who has loved him for more than 20 years, even if he is ruthless, but he still feels sorry for him like this, Zhao Zongtong got up, stretched out his hand and stroked the tears on the emperor's cheeks in distress, his heart twitched, and his face was full of apologies.

"You kid, must you be willing to ask the imperial uncle to bring the debt to you into the imperial mausoleum?" At this moment, the emperor is really very fragile, and he said that he can't be wronged or shed tears, but in the face of the child he loved when he was a child, his heart really hurts, even if he refuses, it is like a needle prick.

"Uncle Huang, you don't owe Zong Tong, you never owe Zong Tong, Zong Tong has never blamed you for your father's affairs.

Fighting on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, casualties are inevitable, even the father is no exception, how can Zong Tong not understand these things after many years in the army.

What's more, over the years, Uncle Huang, you have regarded Zong Tong as your own, loved and cared for Zong Tong in every way, and worked hard for Zong Tong, even at the expense of being the enemy of the courtiers in the world, just to give Zong Tong the best days, all this is enough.

Uncle Huang, what you gave to Zong Tong is already enough, you don't owe Zong Tong, you don't owe, you really don't owe" The emperor cried, and Zhao Zongtong's heart became even more guilty.

He knew what the imperial uncle was obsessed with, but all these years had passed, not to mention that he had never blamed him for this matter, and the imperial uncle had been grateful to him for his love over the years, so the imperial uncle did not owe him, and there was no reason to owe him, and this position should not fall on him because of guilt.

The more "Zongtong" Zhao Zongtong is like this, the deeper the guilt in the emperor's heart becomes.

What did he do and what was wrong, only the emperor knew in his heart, that residual thought had tormented him for decades, he thought that as long as he gave up the most precious throne, his heart would be peaceful from now on, but now Zong Tong this child refuses to accept it, he is not only flustered

"The prince, the mother, the little prince and the second master are back, back!" At this moment, King Zongguang's mansion suddenly became lively and excited because of the return of Zhao Chaoxuan and Jiang Mo.

"Mother"

"Prince, godmother" Zhao Chaoxuan and Jiang Mo were surrounded by a group of small servants and maids in the palace and entered the main courtyard.

After all, it's not just the prince and the princess who are waiting, but even their minions are also looking forward to the second master's return as soon as possible, and now they are finally looking forward to coming back, even late at night, everyone is just as excited, and Jiang Ink Box Zhao Chaoxuan is about to salute King Zong Guang and his wife.

"Godmother, I'm back." Jiang Mo's ink-colored cloak was still windy, but his little face had already raised the sweetest smile.

"You dead girl, you, you, you still know to come back!" Princess Wei Luan first complained, and the tone was exactly the same as the complaint of his mother Wu when Jiang Mo first returned to Jincheng, frowning with pity and longing.

"Uh" The princess's annoyed appearance made Jiang Mo and Zhao Chaoxuan stunned, and then laughed stupidly like a coquettish.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh! I don't know if my godmother is angry! The princess's words were a little dissatisfied.

"Godmother, I'm worried about you, I, I'm not back, don't be angry with me." Jiang Mo also regarded Princess Wei Luan as a mother-like mother in his heart, and when he saw her complaining with pity, he knew that she was in a hurry and distressed.

After all, she ran so far without saying a word before, and everyone has to worry about one or two, let alone the princess godmother who has always regarded her as her own.

Jiang Mo's heart warmed when he thought of this, he smiled well-behaved, and plunged into the princess's arms to beg for correction, regardless of whether the princess's godmother muttered or not, disliked or not, and looked like she was clearly "cheating".

"Dead girl, dead girl, I don't want to come back when I go back to you, do you know how much my godmother misses you in the past two months, you dead girl" Princess Wei Luan was just bluffing, Jiang Mo was a little coquettish in her arms, her heart was already soft, although she was still muttering, but this heart was finally settled, and the tears came down while hugging her, which was really distressing and reluctant, but made King Zongguang on the side sigh.

"Godmother, how can it be, I haven't been back for more than two years, and I want to accompany my father and mother more.

Besides, Mo'er misses you too, isn't this already coming back soon, don't shed tears, otherwise the prince will feel distressed and will murder me again. Of course, Jiang Mo knew how much Princess Wei Luan cherished her, so he became more and more well-behaved, wiping Princess Wei Luan's tears, while making amends for his sins, and by the way, he also teased Prince Zongguang who was stunned on the side.

"Uh, you girl." Although King Zong Guang is not good at expressing emotions, he really likes Jiang Mo, a girl, and he has no choice but to smile.

"Hehe, this ghost girl has a sweet mouth, you don't know when you are a godmother, if it weren't for the three urges and four invitations in Beijing, your girl would have been happy for a long time, and she would be willing to come back!" Even though Jiang Mo was already nestled in her arms, Princess Wei Luan still had a reluctant face, as if she was apprehensive about the separation for more than two months, and she had to complain a little.

"Godmother, how can you say exactly the same as my mother, I am happy in Beijing, and I am also in Jincheng, there are really many places that can make me happy.

Besides, if I'm really happy, I really won't come back. Jiang Mo raised his small brows and looked coquettish.

"Huh? How dare you, you damn girl! When Princess Wei Luan heard this, she immediately frowned, raised her hand and pretended to fight.

"Oh, my godmother's subordinates are merciful, I'm just saying, where am I willing to give up.

I know that you are distressed and worried about me, I don't want to keep me if the emperor's grandfather doesn't want to keep me, I want to come back to meet my godmother, and I don't know if the emperor's grandfather will write a note. Jiang Mo tilted his little head and looked cunning, this little talk can be regarded as making the princess smile a little.

"Hehe, you damn girl" The princess just likes Jiang Mo's well-behaved and delicate temperament, poking her little head and spoiling helplessly.

"Godmother" Jiang Mo naturally understood that the princess was just a sign of concern, so she was even more obedient and nestled in her arms, and the princess Wei Luan finally smiled when she hugged Jiang Mo.

King Zong Guang on the side saw that his princess finally stretched his brows, and he also smiled.

"Hey, hey, it's almost done, there's one more person here, mother, your son and I are still here, you haven't seen it, have you?" When the princess and Jiang Mozheng's mother and daughter were warm, Zhao Chaoxuan, who was left out in the cold, snorted a little sourly.

"You kid, what are you talking about, you're so big and pestle, the mother concubine can't see it!" Princess Wei Luan glanced at Zhao Chaoxuan.

"Oh, dare to love you, you have seen your son, my son thought that you were the only one in your eyes, Jiang Er, and I didn't see your own son at all." Zhao Chaoxuan pursed his lips and snorted, his resentful little eyes were full of drama.

"You stinky boy, what nonsense, didn't Mo'er just come back, you are always by the side of the mother, when did the mother wronged your boy!" As soon as Princess Wei Luan heard this, she immediately raised her eyebrows and protected Jiang Mo, looking like she was "teaching" him.

"Hey, look, Jiang Er is afraid that it is you who kisses, and my son will be quite aggrieved." Zhao Chaoxuan's half-truth and half-truth taste is inexplicably pleasing.

"Hey, you kid is talking nonsense." Princess Wei Luan looked disgusted.