Emperor Hongwen stared at her anxiously, shook his head violently, no, he didn't mean that, absolutely not. However, he could not express his meaning accurately. Just like the quarrel at the Prince's Mansion back then,
No choice of words—the final purpose is always only one.
Even the tiger talisman became so hot, almost like a barb, and he had to thrust his palm hard and bleeding. However, he still didn't know how to explain that the emperor's way never only cultivates power and scheming.
Political discussion, great things in the world - never cultivate love! This is a completely lacking lesson in his life, and he doesn't know how to confess or how to express his love correctly. The more stubborn and tougher he is, the worse he is.
Like a ravine, it was originally very small, but when a flood came, it washed away into a vast ocean. He was so scared that there was a sea between him and her! The ocean that could not be crossed.
"Fangfei...please...not that, not that, not that I..."
In a hurry, he even forgot "I". This is a specific title for his identity. In recent days, Fangfei has found that he is like this every day. To some extent, he is showing off in front of himself, showing off his identity with this identity.
He oppressed himself. But at this moment, look, Emperor Hongwen, his eyes became weak. Could it be that he could not threaten him?
However, his eyes—his eyes—were filled with despair and grief, panic!
He looks so much like Roga!
He looks so much like him!
Luo Jia, the prince... Fangfei's nerves were all confused. The sadness, grief and anger hidden deep in his heart. These father and son, they were all like this. What else could they do except to threaten themselves?
They always do this!
Her hand stretched out fiercely and pointed at Luo Jia's tomb.
The hands were wet, numb, and the heat had disappeared. The fishy smell filled the autumn air. It was the sequelae left by her just hitting the tomb. Those small debris might have penetrated into the palm of the hand, and the numb pain