Mowang's Mansion, Qingyuan.

The dazzling sunlight shone down, and a red-clothed figure stood in the wind, with long black hair untied or tied, pouring wantonly on the side of the shoulder, showing a bit of uninhibited and casual, and casually playing with a wine glass in his hand.

This person is the "Mr. Yan" in Shangguan Mo's mouth - Yan Wuzheng.

Looking up at the front, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and his face was like a crown of jade, handsome as if he was born, but if someone put him and Mu Yunxi together and compared them carefully, they would find that there was a six-point similarity between the eyebrows and eyes of the two people.

His eyes gradually deepened, and he whispered: "Gongyi has no shadow, is it really you?" …… Liu Lan Battle King, how could he come to Tianchen Kyoto alone? ”

His brows condensed slightly, his slender fingers rubbed the wine glass in his hand, and he muttered to himself: "But in this world, how can there be such similar people?" ”

Close your eyes, and memories drift into your mind.

In the imperial garden of the Liulan Palace, all kinds of flowers are fresh and beautiful, and the fragrance is more refreshing.

At that time, Yan Wuzheng was dressed in a guard suit and followed behind Emperor Jingcheng, the Liulan Emperor in a luxurious crimson dragon robe.

Walking among the flowers and plants, Emperor Jing Cheng glanced back at him and sighed: "Wu Wu, do you know why I like you to follow me?" ”

Without waiting for him to answer, Emperor Jing Cheng said to himself: "Between your eyebrows and eyes are really like my shadow." ”

Yan Wuzheng's body stiffened, but he lowered his eyelashes to hide the emotions surging in his eyes.

"It's a pity that my shadow never respects me as much as you do." Emperor Jingcheng's voice has a bit of vicissitudes.

Yan Wuzheng endured the unwillingness in his heart, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, if you miss His Royal Highness the War King, why don't you invite the prince into the palace for a gathering?" ”

"Ju?" Emperor Jingcheng smiled bitterly, "Is it a gathering of monarchs and ministers or a gathering of fathers and sons?"

Yan Wuzheng was silent for a moment.

Emperor Jing Cheng sighed and said slowly: "Ying'er has not been by my side since he was a child, and I have never fulfilled my father's responsibility to him, if it weren't for that war, maybe he wouldn't even have any intersection with me at all...... Even though he is now in the Lingdu, he will always remember that he is a descendant of the war king, and Liu Lan is the war king. In his eyes, I am only his king, not his father. ”

Yan Wuwu didn't say a word, and only asked in his heart: Can you only see your shadow in your eyes, have you ever thought that you have another son?

"Why don't you speak?"

"I don't dare to judge His Royal Highness the King of War without arguing." After staying in this palace for a few years, Yan Wuzheng understood what he could and couldn't say.

Emperor Jing Cheng paused slightly, and said, "Yes, you really can't comment on movies." ”

At this point, a nameless anger surged into my heart.

Yan Wuzheng made a slight move, and suddenly there was a crisp sound, the wine glass shattered instantly, and a trace of bright red overflowed his fingers.

It's also your son, what point am I not as good as Gongyi? Gongyi Wuying has never even followed your surname Yiyan, and has never called your father once, why can you tolerate him in every way? And I have been with you for four years, but I can't recognize you. You trust me, but only because I look like you.

Gongyi Wuying is the pride of the sky who gathers thousands of honors and favors, and the world-renowned generation of war gods, Yan Wuzheng, what are you?

Mother, you have no dispute about naming your child, but you don't fight once, how can the child overcome this hurdle in his heart?

The child will one day prove himself to his father, even if he can't recognize his father, at least let the father really see the child's ability.