This truth is deeply understood by Mo Jue and Emperor Jiu.

"I understand."

"Especially if you are still the empress of the entire imperial capital, you need to control the country for thousands of years, whether it is the imperial capital you control in the future, or the whole world, you must remember that you must be ruthless enough."

Mo Juexian rarely spoke to her so seriously and seriously, and he made Di Jiu feel a little dazed in his heart.

"It's like you're leaving, like you're going to say your last words."

The man's gaze seemed to fall on Kyoto, "There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and you should also look down on parting." ”

Di Jiu smiled slightly: "Okay." ”

"The God Realm and the Demon Realm are already planning in secret, my people, you appease the court, and leave the rest to me."

Mo Jue tentatively touched her head, and the smile seemed to be able to warm the winter snow.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

At night, the sound of firecrackers crackles and the light of lanterns illuminates the streets, children chase and play happily in the snow, and families visit each other to give gifts.

Nine redundant mansions.

"Amagi, come."

Mo Jue sat on a chair and beckoned to the opposite place.

Xiao Tiancheng was fiddling with a crystal stone, and when he heard the call, he hurriedly ran over and pounced on the man's lap, "Uncle." ”

Mo Jue touched his little face and pinched the tip of his nose affectionately, "This is a New Year's gift for you, you have to listen to your mother obediently, grow up early and help your mother." ”

He was holding a folding fan, and Xiao Tiancheng took it and looked at it, "Hey, the woman painted on it is a mother?" ”

"yes, it's beautiful, isn't it?" Mo Jue's gaze was a little straight, as if he had no focus.

Xiao Tiancheng nodded fiercely, "Mmmm! ”

He didn't know that the folding fan his uncle gave him was an ancient artifact wind and snow fan.

Nowadays, there are very few people in this world who can still know and get the artifact, and even the Dongyue Emperor does not have an artifact to protect himself.

"Cheng'er, this fan is very powerful, you must keep it and not give it to anyone, you know?"

"Uh-huh!" Xiao Tiancheng nodded obediently.

Mo Jue raised his head at this time and shouted, "Sen'er." ”

Xiao Yasen was writing, and when he heard the voice, he also walked over, "What's wrong, uncle?" ”

"This is for you."

A handful of dust appeared in Mo Jue's palm, but the dust was blood-red, and Xiao Yasen was still very big in his hand.

"When you all grow up, take it out and use it, this dust is called dusty, keep it, it is a coming-of-age gift reserved for you by your uncle."

Xiao Yasen wondered: "Then why didn't Uncle give it to us when we grew up?" ”

Mo Jue took them into his arms and hugged them dotingly, "Uncle is afraid...... I'm afraid that I won't be able to wait for you to grow up, my uncle hopes that you can always grow up happily and healthily, and when you grow up, you can help your mother govern the world, so that your uncle will be much more relieved. ”

"Uncle, you like mothers, don't you?" Xiao Yasen raised his head and asked seriously.

Mo Jue smiled and asked rhetorically, "What do you like?" ”

"That's it...... I just like it. Little Yassen couldn't explain clearly.

But Mo Jue said bluntly: "Do you like it? Perhaps. ”

"Then you are our father, we have never met our father, shouldn't my father accompany my mother? Uncle, you've been with your mother, aren't you our father? ”

The idea of a four- or five-year-old child is very simple, and it is simple to make people laugh and cry.

Mo Jue rubbed Xiao Yasen's head, his voice was a little desolate, "There are some things that we can't just think about, uncle can't change them, none of us can either." ”