"Shut up Murongjia suddenly said angrily, "I don't hate my father at all. It's an eternal truth to be a king and defeat the enemy. He's right. It's because Prince Yu is indecisive and can't sit on his own. What's the right to blame others? You know what? The person I hate most is you who bring me into this world but don't love me at all. "

Seeing the light of hatred under Jia'er's eyes, empress Yin's heart became more and more dull, and the old wound was torn open. After 24 years of tempering, the wound never healed and was still bleeding. Her voice was deep, "yes, you should hate me."

Murongjia looks up at the sky and laughs. It turns out that murongjia is the biggest joke in the world. It is the result of his father's humiliation on his mother and the tool of his mother's revenge on his father. His pride and dignity of more than 20 years vanish at this moment and he gnashes his teeth and says, "go away!"

Empress Yin's heart and throat trembled, "Jia'er!"

"Go away!" Murongjia yelled, "since you have never loved me, since I'm just a tool in your eyes, it's very good. From now on, we will end our friendship. Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you. I murongjia can afford to lose, and no one needs to pity me."

At this moment, he suddenly envied Han Chen. Although Han Chen had been in exile for more than 20 years, Empress Dowager Zhuang really loved him. Even her mother loved Han Chen more than herself. No, her mother never loved him. On the contrary, she hated him. I'm afraid that as long as she saw him, her heart would ignite deep hatred for her father.

Hatred, the deeper it is hidden and the longer it lasts, the more terrifying it is when it breaks out, and the more powerful it is to destroy the sky and the earth.

He suddenly turned away, no longer looking at her, the sudden sound of the iron chain in the prison was like a steel knife in empress Yin's heart.

She closed her eyes and burst into tears. Jia Er's temperament was as clear as she could be. No matter what she said, she was pale and powerless.

Empress Yin, who had always been strong, suddenly felt unprecedented sadness. Although Jia'er was Murong yuan's son, he was innocent after all. He was his son born in October.

No one is the winner when the mother and son break up. Murongjia looks at the mottled wall and is so heavy that he can't bear the hatred. His eyes are wet.

It's ridiculous. What is he crying for? What's there to cry about? Do you mourn for the fate of your parents?

In the suffocating depression, I don't know how long later, empress Yin left the prison, from the beginning to the end, murongjia didn't turn to look at her.

Murongjia only had himself left in the empty cell. He laughed at himself on his beautiful and pale face. He always thought he was cold-blooded and unkind enough, but he didn't expect that in front of his mother, he was just a little witch who saw a big one and taught a lesson.

In vain, murongjia's talent and strategy were fooled by fate.

Behind him came the light footstep, Murong Jia didn't return, sneered: "what? Xuanyuanjue is used to hiding in the back to be a turtle. She needs her own woman to show up? "

Bai Lixue said with a smile, "that's because he never imprisons me and limits me. He likes planning behind his back and I like acting in front of the stage. Only in this way can we cooperate perfectly."

Murongjia turned around and looked at the only bright color in the dark light. She was wearing a water-green Tianxiang Yunjin skirt, which made her complexion as white as jade, and her long white neck as beautiful as a swan.

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