The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 687 Extra Story The Little Prince's Emotions ([-])
He raised his chin and said contemptuously: "There is really no suspense, she likes me."

The proud look made Gesser anxious: "Heh, what can you give her, let me tell you..."

"Stop arguing!" She clenched her fists and shouted in a deep voice.

The young man touched his nose, closed his mouth obediently, and stretched out his palm with the little flower ball.

After a moment of silence, Youyou cast her eyes on his confident expression, and she raised a faint smile:
"Huangfuzhi, there is a saying in the Central Plains called 'overwhelmed water is hard to recover'. Some things can't be undone if you regret it."

His heart skipped a beat, and the brilliance in Tao Hua's eyes gradually dimmed. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

She picked up Gesser's small ball, put it on the tray with engraved words beside her, and said softly to him:

"If you missed it, you missed it. You go back to Daqi, and don't come looking for me."

don't come to me...

These words echoed in my ears over and over again.

He staggered a step, and that delicate face was blurred from near to far away.

Like the moon in the water, or the flower in the mirror, it will disperse when you touch it.

He rejected her countless times, and finally got this hard blow.

It turns out that the eyes when there is no emotion are so cold.

It was so cold that he was confused and his mind was in a mess.

What national policy, what political theory, what martial arts, everything turned into dust.

There is only such a picture, shaking in front of my eyes:
The young man bowed his head and spoke affectionately, while she greeted each other with a smile, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

She really let go, no longer love.

She is going to marry someone else.

Stumbling on his feet, he retreated unconsciously to the edge of the tower.

Slap!The little flower ball in the palm of the hand fell to the ground, rolling and rolling, and I don't know where it rolled.

He looked down, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

Kneeling all night, running around for days, coupled with internal injuries, the iron-clad body couldn't bear it.

He lost control and rushed open the acupoint forcefully.

The tendons are disordered, and the limbs are empty.

The tall body leaned back softly and fell heavily.

The wind whirred.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling a drop of moisture slipping from the end of his eyes to his temples.

Father, is this what it feels like to fall from the clouds?
He understands.

The prince is ill.

He was lying on the carriage and went back to Daqi.

This lying down lasted for more than half a month.

Fortunately, Empress Su took good care of her every day, her body and complexion were not affected too much.

At the end of the month, the normal morning was resumed.

Concentrating on political affairs and practicing martial arts diligently, there is nothing unusual.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see, Prince, something is different.

When he retired from the court that day, Emperor Jing Yuan asked him to stay alone.

"Recently, take some free time to learn about the big wedding. On the tenth day of next month, I will marry the princess."

Not a question, but a statement of fact.

One thing, something that was decided beforehand.

His temples were bulging and painful, and he said firmly with red eyes:
"My son, I won't marry."

The emperor stared at his proud son for a long time, his eyes darkened:

"Prince, you forged the ultimatum and went to Xiaoyang privately. I was thinking of family affection and didn't pursue it. I thought you had repented and figured it out. In the end, you repay me like this?"

"My son, I really figured it out." He laughed at himself, looking at the empty palm where he once held a bunch of small flower balls.

A woman with the truest heart.

But he lost it.

"Love is unreasonable and unreasonable. Once determined, never give up!"

After the words fell, the black figure rushed out of the hall.

At the same time, another ray of vermilion immediately blocked it like a dragon.

"Father, get out of the way!" He growled, "I'm going to find her!"

"Evil son!"

Emperor Jing Yuan took the lead, mercilessly attacking the vital points.

With nowhere to vent his emotions, he turned around to avoid the capture, and kicked hard with a side kick.

Both father and son were holding back their anger.

Just in front of Weiyang Palace, the fight was inextricable with bare hands.

(End of this chapter)