He held the wine glass and, with the congratulations of his ministers, slew proudly and enjoyed the most glorious and joyful day in his life. [26nbsp;]
son!
This feeling of happiness is all brought by my son!
At this moment, he had forgotten everything, forgot the urgent battle, forgot the lofty ideals, forgot the dying water lotus, forgot all the guns and bullets he experienced, and in the hazy drunkenness, there was only his son.
My son Fang is the most important person in the world.
This is what all those who have become fathers understand.
Your own bones and blood are far more important than women.
A man often favors his children for the rest of his life, but basically cannot favor a woman for the rest of his life. It is easy to be passionate and difficult to be infatuated, and it is easy to fall in love for the rest of his life.
His heart was filled with love—really, this kind of love just now!
It came so suddenly, not even a moment ago!!!
I saw the wet nurse holding his son and teasing some women. The son looked tired and closed his little eyes and was already asleep. He loved his son. Although he did not want other women to disappoint him, he immediately asked someone to instruct the wet nurse to go back.
After a moment, I took my son to rest so that I would not get tired of my son.
After he finished his order, he looked at the fire in the middle and saw Cui Yunxi, like a peacock with open-faced hair, was gorgeous and colorful, and was teasing many Jurchen noble men. She had bright eyes and beautiful hair, and had a plump figure, and was shuttled between a group of slightly thin female relatives with a few figures.
In front of me, I really showed a particularly outstanding sexy charm, and I was the well-deserved courtesan and queen tonight.
...For some reason, he thought of Shui Lian!!!
Water lotus!
Water lotus!!
How could I think of her at this time???
She is so sad at this moment????She is very desperate???Is her infectious disease really hopeless????? In such a place, did you lose hope at all and just lie down and wait to die?
???
She once wanted to poison the little protagonist today - she admitted it personally and confessed.
It was clearly such a hateful woman, but I thought of her at this time—
And, no hatred!
On the contrary, it is an extremely sad, pitiful…even betrayal melancholy—
It was her who was obviously wrong, so why did she feel sad?
He was shocked, picked up the wine glass, covering up all his emotions...