"You obviously doted on her so much that she almost fell in love with you, but you were so obsessed with another woman who looked like him that you abandoned your mother and concubine, so that she never saw you again until she died." Mr. Yun.
He slowly said to the emperor word by word: "Father, tell me, should I hate you or not..."
The emperor looked at Mr. Yun with some surprise. He moved his mouth for a while, but did not say a word.
"You know everything??" The emperor's voice was a little depressed, his eyes drooped, and he didn't dare to look at him anymore.
"If you want to know some things, you will naturally know them." Mr. Yun snorted coldly and continued: "So in the entire palace, only the eleventh brother and I are the closest, have the best fun, and have the closest relationship.
Looking at you, your eyes can't help but focus on me. Originally, I look very similar to the eleventh emperor's brother. In addition, I always wear a silver-white robe on weekdays. When my father looks at me,
Did you see another person through my figure??"
"You..." The emperor looked at him in surprise. He had never known that his son was so thoughtful.
Hua Weiluo lay on the roof, listening to the conversation in the room below. She was shocked and surprised. She involuntarily turned her head to look at the slightly frowning junior brother beside her, and mouthed silently to him: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Is that you the person they are talking about??
Zhishan raised his head and glanced at Hua Weiluo, but did not answer her.
Hua Weiluo looked at his serious look and recalled the emperor's love for him in daily life. She thought it was just the emperor's fatherly love for an adopted son, but she didn't expect...it turned out to be...
Junior Brother, Junior Brother, you gave birth to such a monster, you can take advantage of both men and women...
Hua Weiluo's moist eyes looked over Zhishan's body, and the gossip in his eyes was very obvious.
Zhishan finally couldn't stand such looks anymore. He raised his head and gave Hua Weiluo a white look, put his arm around her shoulders, and whispered, "Listen carefully."
"Oh." Hua Weiluo nodded and listened carefully down again.
"There's just one thing I don't quite understand..." Seeing that the emperor was speechless by his question, Mr. Yun paused and continued to say to him: "If the emperor likes him so much, why do you still want to do so?"
Send people to kill him again and again??"
"You even know this??" The emperor raised his head and looked at the face that was very similar to Zhishan. He had never understood this son of his.
"My father probably doesn't know that since a few years ago, the people around you have been slowly replaced by my people." Mr. Yun smiled at the emperor and said unhurriedly: "So, I don't know.
There are only things I don’t want to know.”
"Hahahaha, unexpected, unexpected, I was so smart and confused for a moment! In the end, I was plotted by my most trusted son!!" The emperor was stunned for a moment, and finally laughed up to the sky, with two lines of tears shed from his eyes: "I
If you can’t get it, others will never get it.”
"Originally, I didn't have to kill you, but since you, Father, have gone ruthless to kill the Eleventh Emperor, I have no choice but to kill you and bury him with you." The eyes behind Mr. Yun's mask suddenly changed.
