"Master, the effect of Jueqing Powder has been exerted. I have seen with my own eyes that the emperor's feelings for the queen have faded."
Zhulang heard this and snorted coldly——
"Then I can leave with peace of mind."
"But... the function of Jueqingsan is to make the emperor forget his love for the queen, make him no longer love her, and make him slowly start to fall in love with me. However, the relationship between them is so deep after all, it transcends the love of life and death.
Hate...Now that we have met again, there is no guarantee...that the emperor will not fall in love with the queen again, so...what should we do?"
Zhulang smiled and said——
"Xue Ning, even if Emperor Zhuyao remembers his love for Liusu again in the future, with the extent of his love for her, I am afraid that whenever he thinks of having hurt her emotionally in the future, he will be in unbearable pain and his heart will be as sharp as a knife.
It's the same pain, this... is more uncomfortable than death. Haha, Xuening, you are really better than Master, so ruthless, hahaha... Emperor Zhuyao, Qin Liusu, you made Lieer hurt, I will inflict this pain a thousand times a hundred times
Give the land back to you!"
Zhulang laughed and disappeared in front of Lu Xuening.
His gray hair and rickety figure made him look hateful and pitiful.
As he walked, he waved the paper money in his hand to the sky. The paper money fell with the wind, and the desolate and sad voice of Zhulang came from the air——
"Lie'er, are you still waiting beside the Sansheng Stone with your white hair? My poor child... Emperor Zhuyao will not love Qin Liusu anymore. If you meet her again, she will go with you, no
I will never reject you again, not anymore...child..."
As Zhulang spoke, tears flowed down his handsome and weather-beaten face.
In his mind, he still saw his son's white-haired, lonely figure.
His heart is just the broken heart of a father.
Looking at Zhulang's stooped back, which had aged more than ten years in three years, Lu Xuening also felt heartbroken.
She has been with Zhulang and his wife for many years and fully understands his love for his son.
It's a pity that fate has its way with people, and their relationship between father and son has never been close.
"Falling in love again?"
After Zhulang left, Lu Xuening covered her stomach with her hand and stroked it gently.
No, she wanted Emperor Zhuyao to fall in love with her before falling in love with Liusu again.
Children, she wants children!
…
…
"Why……"
Wuya rubbed his chest where Qiluo had beaten him, and then rubbed his legs where Buhui had beaten him, and chased after the two siblings.
"Brother Wuya, Brother Wuya... my kite is hung on the tree again. You can fly to the tree and help me take the kite down like you did that time, okay?"
At this time, Zhu Wuyan, the little princess of the Fifth Master's family, happened to run over, blocked Wu Yazi's way, and said.
Upon hearing this, Qiluo turned around suddenly and glared at Wuyazi fiercely——
"snort!"
"Humph!" Zhubugui also snorted, with the same expression as Qiluo's face.
"Walk!"
Qiluo ran away without looking back.
"Lilili..."
Zhubuhui turned around, made a big face at Wuyazi, and then followed his beloved sister to find his mother.
"Bad boy!!"
Wuya, who has always been cold and calm, was also very angry at being kicked out!
This bastard brat, Baby Baby, obviously did it on purpose. He was seeking revenge and stealing his woman!
"Mother, mother..."
"Mother, mother..."
Liu Su had just changed her clothes, cleaned up the dirt on her face, put on some light makeup to cover up the paleness on her face, and specially chose feather jewelry to cover up the redness on her wrists.
Then she heard the equally beautiful voices of two children, a man and a woman. She turned her head and saw her two lovely children, Qi Luo and Bui, running towards her.
The bigger Qiluo is, the more graceful and beautiful she is; Buhui, and Emperor Zhuyao are almost carved out of the same mold, they look so much like each other! He is just like a smaller version of Emperor Zhuyao, but his personality is more sinister.
.
Suddenly, she gained a lot of strength in her heart.
Yes, for the sake of her two babies, she couldn't be depressed.
"Mom, where is your father?"
Qiluo walked in and looked around, but she didn't find Emperor Zhuyao. She couldn't help but feel strange. It was said that when the emperor returned in three years, his father would pester her mother.
"Where is my father? Where is my father who has no regrets?"
Zhubugui also ran to Liusu, raised his head and asked.
Seeing the clear expectant eyes of the two children, Liusu's heart suddenly became sour and her nose felt trembling.
I originally thought that three years later would be the day when the family of four would reunite, but... everything was different.
"Your father is busy with state affairs, and he has been busy with state affairs since meeting me."
Liusu bent down, touched Buhui's head, and said lovingly.
She wouldn't have grown so big, and she had never hugged him very often. Because her fingers were pinched that time, her fingers became less strong.
However, when she was tied up by Zhu Lang before, in order to go to Emperor Zhu Yao's appointment on time, she actually broke free from the hemp rope. I really don't know how she got such strength.
…
"Chuan Qiluo is here, I miss her very much."
Emperor Zhuyao returned to the royal study, sat in front of the desk, and said to Leng Mei.
He missed his daughter very much. Three years had passed, and he didn't know what the little girl would look like when she grew up.
Leng Mei opened her mouth, but did not leave. Do you want to say something that you do not regret? The emperor's sister-in-law explained that no one can mention anything that they do not regret, and they must let the father and son "recognize each other on their own." She also said that when the emperor sees it,
When you see a little person who looks exactly like you, your jaw will drop in surprise. The scene must be very interesting.
But now...
Brother Huang has changed...
"what are you waiting for?"
The majestic voice of Emperor Zhuyao sounded.
"yes."
He turned around with a cold eyebrow and walked out.
Emperor Zhuyao was sitting at the table. He was still as magnificent as ever, as wise as ever.
Everything here was exactly the same as three years ago, except that the air was filled with a fresh and elegant fragrance that he had never smelled before. This was the smell of women.
Looking up, a painting appeared where he could see it: