Qin Chaimeng scolded Ning Qianmo's ancestor eighteen generations in his heart, but after scolding, he still didn't feel comfortable in his heart.

There are some things that he knows and he doesn't know that the feeling in his heart is not the same, he doesn't know if this is the legendary inner demon, he only feels that there is a breath in his heart that is blocked there, and it is very uncomfortable.

He sighed in his heart and looked up at Jing Ye, who looked more stable than before at this time.

He didn't know what happened in the past, and he couldn't judge, he never respected and admired Jing Ye, in his heart, Jing Ye was already his closest person, and when he thought of this, his heart was a little more at ease.

His lips pursed slightly, Jing Ye felt his gaze, glanced at him, he smiled at Jing Ye, at this time he saw Jing Ye's somewhat haggard appearance, he suddenly felt that this emperor seemed to be infinitely beautiful, but it was actually a very tiring job, standing tall, and the responsibility on his body was heavy.

And he is already a very popular minister at this time, even if he is really the son of Emperor Daxing, then he is just a prince, and the rights that the prince should have in his hands are all given to him at this time.

When he thought about it, his heart settled down a little more, and those thoughts that shouldn't have disappeared at this moment.

After the courtiers retreated, Qin Chaimeng helped Jing Ye deal with Jing Junying's funeral, he looked at Jing Junying, who was lying on the bed and had a very thin and dark face, he once again felt that there was no benefit to being a royal family.

It seems to be very beautiful, but in fact it is extremely dangerous, for example, Jing Junying, who bears the name of the emperor and becomes the source of all kinds of calculations, suffers at a young age, and loses his life.

After the destruction of the Qin Mansion, although he experienced some hardships, those hardships did not kill him.

If there is infinite murder behind those fine clothes and fine food, then he would rather choose a more ordinary life.

The demons in his heart have also dissipated a lot because of his calm mood, and he finally feels that no matter what kind of identity he is, Jing Ye treats him more often like a brother.

And in his heart, he had already regarded Jing Ye as his relative, so what his identity was was no longer important to him, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

He saw that Jing Ye personally put Jing Junying into the gorgeous little coffin, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was still covering the coffin for Jing Junying according to the etiquette at this time, but Jing Ye stretched out his hand to stop him.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu looked at Jing Ye with some surprise and said, "Lord Wang...... The Emperor ......"

Jing Ye's voice was slightly choked and said, "I want to see the emperor again." ”

Seeing that there was a bit of reluctance and sadness in his eyes, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu knew that he had always treated Jing Junying like his own son, and it was not easy to stop him at this time, so Jing Ye reached out and touched Jing Junying's face.

Jing Ye sighed quietly, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu persuaded softly: "Your Majesty, the first emperor has gone, you have to mourn." ”

Jing Ye had an extremely strange feeling about his new identity, and he knew that if he dealt with political affairs in the future, his identity as an emperor would be more justified.

He lovingly said to Jing Junying, who was lying in the coffin: "The emperor must take good care of himself in the future, and when you grow up, the emperor will return this throne to you, and you will be good in the future." ”