The latter sentence is obviously resentful, so that Yuwen Rongtian doesn't want to investigate how a four-month-old little doll had the memory at that time, he just wonders, if Yi Lei talks about his father to others, will he also call him "that person", is it also full of complaints.

The warm sun shone like silky light, enveloping everything around him as crystal clear, but his heart seemed to be filled with something very thick and heavy, and he was a little depressed.

"But fortunately, I still have my mother, although she is always confused, but she is really good to me......" Speaking of Mo Yuan'er, Su Jinling's voice was a little hoarse: "So there is nothing to regret, maybe I should thank that person for giving me a chance to come to this world......"

Naturally, she was referring to the blow she had when she first came to this plane. Indeed, if it weren't for that, she probably wouldn't have been able to complete this crossing, and of course half of this body was given by him.

But the word "Xie" fell in Yuwen Rongtian's ears, but there was a strong hatred, and his heart was even heavier.

He couldn't help but re-examine the girl in front of him.

Since the first acquaintance, she has been a timid girl in his heart, and even occasional bravery can't change her usual cowardice. However, even fear could not stop her from expressing the true meaning of her heart. When others thought she was selfless, she admitted that she was just afraid that her conscience would be disturbed. He sometimes felt that he couldn't define her, just like now, she had always been gentle and submissive, and she had a grudge in her heart, even if that person was a powerful martyr king, her father, even in front of him, the emperor.

Everyone in the world knows that when the emperor was still the crown prince, he once fought with King Lie to conquer the Tartars, and King Lie saved his life in the chaos, which is extraordinary. But she accused his former savior in front of him, and she did not hide it.

Moreover, in Tianhao Kingdom, if you have a grudge against your parents, it is a crime of unfilial piety.

But what was it that made her dare to show such resentment in front of him at the risk of the world's condemnation? And are those who have never expressed their grievances, and who have been snubbed and forgotten by him, so indignant that they are so indignant where he cannot see?

In the past, he regarded what he liked as a treasure, and discarded what he didn't like. If he abandons it, he should accept it as a matter of course, because he is the emperor and has the right to decide everything, including the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of others, and should also be under his control. But now, he suddenly had doubts, everything was ...... Is it really under your control? Are those who he has forgotten in the corner really willing to accept the fate he has given them?

"Do you hate him?"

"It's impossible not to hate, but it's more helpless. When something you have been longing for for years and can't get it, what will happen in the end? If I talk about hate, it should be my mother who is really qualified to hate him. ”

He thought of Concubine Liang, and the woman who was said to have kept wailing before she died, "Your Majesty, come and see Li'er for the last time". He had forgotten the call for years, but now it rang so clearly in his ears. But that woman, he never went to see her, and the last news about her was that she was buried in the imperial tomb. He had forgotten even the days, and now that he thought about it, it seemed that the twin sisters should have been seventeen years old......

My heart hurts a little.

Do you regret it? Did he really do something wrong?

"Your Majesty, the slave dares to ask, what does the emperor think is the most precious thing in this world?"

Yuwen Rongtian pondered for a moment.

The most precious? Life? Status? Power? No, it's Zilan...... However, I'm afraid it's not the answer she wants.

"What does Jinling think is the most precious thing in this world?" He asked rhetorically.

"The slave and maid tell the emperor a story......"

Tale...... Yuwen Rong's eyes are far away.

In the sky, there are two goshawks hovering in a staggered manner.

"There was a spider who built a web in the temple hall and was nourished by incense and pious worship, and he had Buddha nature and lived for 3,000 years. One day, the wind brought a beautiful drop of dew and put it on its net, but before it could be picked, it was picked up by the wind again. At this time, the Buddha appeared and asked him, what is the most precious thing in this world? It says that nothing is more precious than what has been lost and what has not been gained......"

Yuwen Rong's heart moved and looked at her.

It sighed at the lost drop of dew. In order to help it fulfill his wish, the Buddha reincarnated it as a young lady from an official eunuch's family, named Zhu'er, who was beautiful and beautiful. One day, the emperor wanted to celebrate the prince's birthday, and let all the women of school age go to the back garden to feast and perform, and the prince Zhicao and the princess Changfeng also went. At the banquet, she met the incarnation of the dew drop in this life, the new champion Ganlu, and was very excited, and told him the previous situation, but the person did not remember the previous life at all. A few days later, the emperor summoned and ordered Ganlu and Princess Changfeng to get married, and Zhu'er and Prince Zhicao to get married. The spider couldn't believe it and disobeyed to the death. Just as he was about to die, the prince found out, and rushed to the bedside, and said to her, 'That day, among all the girls in the back garden, I fell in love with you at first sight, and I begged my father and the emperor to agree. I only like you, and if you die, I won't live either! So saying, he took up his sword and prepared to kill himself. The Buddha appeared and explained the cause, saying, 'The nectar is brought by the wind and the wind takes it away, and all the deer belong to Princess Changfeng, and he is just an episode in your life. And the prince Zhicao was a small grass in front of the temple back then, he looked at you for 3,000 years and admired you for 3,000 years, but you never lowered your head to look at it. Now, then, I ask you, what is the most precious thing in the world'? ”

Yuwen Rongtian looked at her for a good moment, and the corners of her eyes shone faintly.

"There are things in the world that are precious, especially those that have been lost and those that have not been gained, because of the distance. People are willing to stare into the distance, so what is close is often overlooked, and these are the most precious things in the world. If they don't grasp it well, sooner or later they will become lost, and never gained, so will life add some regrets? There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, and there are no flowers and empty branches. Instead of looking at the sky and sighing, why not cherish what you have? ”

A butterfly came and circled the horse's head, and then flew away.

She looked at the light colored shadow, and said quietly: "Most people don't know how to cherish, and they can't regret it afterwards, and for those who are eager to care for and need to cherish, it is to fill in the flowers and embroider gold on the beautiful splendor, or a handful of charcoal sent in the snow, and a glass of water handed over in thirst...... What would make them feel more gratifying? ”

Yuwen Rong's eagle eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, "I seem to smell a smell......

Su Jinling's expression froze...... Could it be that the emperor smelled the smell of sweat?

She unconsciously wrinkled her nose and sniffed it close to her shoulder, but heard the emperor laughing: "It's a human touch, I smell a very strong human touch......

The human touch, in the court of striving for fame and profit, is indeed very rare, but in this vast grassland, in the warm afternoon sun, this human touch exuding a golden breath is coming up with the long grass that is falling like waves.

Su Jinling's face turned red, and she was about to speak, but she saw a guard riding a horse.

"Your Majesty......" The guard seemed to be in a hurry, and he shouted from afar.

Su Jinling wanted to avoid it, but in an instant, the ice ballast that had formed in his heart suddenly made a cold sound, and a layer of chill instantly swept through his body.

At this moment, the janissary had already rushed to him: "Your Majesty, the ...... in Beijing"

His face was anxious, and his tone was frightened.

The trace on Yuwen Rong's eyebrows suddenly sank, and his eyes were as dark as an abyss.

When Su Jinling heard the word "Jingzhong", his heart jumped, and he immediately looked at him.

But at this moment, the guard suddenly had a strange change. The chest swells abruptly and then extends to the abdomen.

The whole change is only a matter of a moment, a moment of stunning, a moment when it is too late to react.

At the moment when Su Jinling and Yuwen Rongtian seemed to be frozen, the bulge suddenly cracked.

Su Jinling only heard a soft sound, and then a black thing rushed out with lightning speed.

They were so close that it seemed like a ten-thousandth of an instant.

Su Jinling saw it flash, like a fleeting hallucination, and then heard the emperor's heart-rending roar: "Zilan ......"

Zilan ...... Who is it?

She saw the palean with a cracked belly planted straight under the horse, and something else "pounced" at him. As if at the same moment, the two were full of sharp arrows, like hedgehogs.

And she finally saw the monster clearly...... It's a dwarf, but with a falcon-like face.

At the same time, two exclamations came from behind him at the same time......

"Jinling ......"

"Jin'er ......"

There was so much going on in that moment that she couldn't tell which came first and which came last.

She looked confusedly at the two men in the distance who were struggling to ride their horses, and at the guards gathered around......

In the end, she found herself in the arms of the emperor......

What's going on?

She was about to ask a question, when something fishy and sweet poured out of her mouth, and at once it flowed to the placket of her clothes, and then she was surprised to see a strangely shaped knife stuck in her chest, like a huge broken nail......

The blade was half-gone, and the exposed half was shining in the scorching sun, and red blood was gurgling out of it, like blooming poppies.

Is this true? Why doesn't she feel pain?

She reached out her hand, intending to touch the strange dream that had come of a sudden.

But he was immediately grabbed by a big palm.

The palm of the hand is a little rough, and the fingertips have calluses left by years of writing. It was still powerful, but it was no longer warm and still shaking......

When she raised her eyes, she saw the emperor's dark eyes, where her indistinguishable emotions rolled.

She didn't have time to make out it, for the surroundings were getting darker, and her ears were filled with rumbling sounds that were getting closer.

It was deafening, but it couldn't stop her from falling asleep......