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Zhao YuanNan's heart was actually heavy. However, he had always been under the protection of his father, so when his family was exterminated and he was the only one left, he felt despair and helplessness. However, when he regained his hope, it was as if he had been reborn. This hope was full of extreme, full of sharpness. It would be a double-edged sword!

Zhao Jing had made a trip to the Prime Minister's estate and had caught a cold from the wind. On the night he returned, he had a bit of a fever. Fortunately, he was able to sleep peacefully after eating some medicine. The emperor's body had always been this way and that. In the past, whenever there were any movements in the wind or grass, Gan Tang would always send out a letter. Now, however, he just let the matter be.

However, this time, Zhao Jing was ill and his body seemed too weak. He hadn't been able to get out of bed in two days. On the night of the second day, Zhao Jing only felt a warmth on his wrist. When he opened his eyes, he saw a very handsome face.

The flickering candle light shone on his face, reflecting the softness of his body. This man seemed extremely gentle, but in reality, the heart in his chest was more vicious than anyone else's! He had a heart of stone more than anyone else!

"Did I wake you?" Dongfang Wenming's voice was slightly hoarse as he looked at her with a profound gaze. Seeing that she was about to get up, he immediately took out a cushion and leaned behind her so that she could rest more comfortably. "Your majesty's body is too weak. Let the imperial kitchens reorganize the medicinal food, we need to properly make up for it!"

"I'm already used to it." "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen Father Zhong. Now that Father Zhong has come to the palace to see me, it can be seen that in Father Zhong's heart, I'm not as important as those papers!"

After feeling Zhao Jing's depression, Dongfang Wenming frowned slightly. "Your Majesty, what's going on?" "After making a trip to the Prime Minister's Estate, I've come back sick and disappointed. I've taught people to watch …"

"Will it hurt?" She looked up at him.

Dongfang is silent.

"Since it isn't heartache, is there any difference between looking and not looking?" She leaned weakly against the bedpost, "Father Zhong, can This Emperor ask you something? Don't think too badly of This Emperor. If this matter concerns the world, I hope that Father Zhong can tell me. Even if I don't care about the world, I still care about the citizens of Dawn. "A doctor should help the world, a doctor should …" Zhao Jing stared blankly for a moment before letting out a self-deprecating laugh. "That's right. How could I have forgotten that I already can't become a doctor!"

Dongfang Wenming reached out a hand to her forehead and let out a sigh of relief. She sighed with a helpless look on her face. She seemed to recall what she had said earlier, "Being a doctor can only save one person. Being a sovereign can save the whole world. This doesn't go against the emperor's original intentions!"

Zhao Jing frowned slightly and looked at him thoughtfully. "Really?"

"How could this humble subject dare to deceive the emperor? This humble subject's words are true!" "But that is only if the Emperor knows how to protect himself!"

Zhao Jing tilted his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Her gaze was a little hot, causing her face to tighten as she slowly stood up, turning her back. "This subject has some incoherent words, please do not mind, Your Majesty." This subject only wanted to say that even if the Emperor loved talent, he should still care for his own body. This disease lasts for two days, it's really worrying! "

"Father Zhong is telling me that you're worried about me?" Zhao Jing smiled brightly and said, "Father Zhong, you can't bear to part with me?"

"Your majesty's words are wrong. His majesty the Emperor is the ruler of Grand Xia. As the regent of Grand Xia, your majesty's father is naturally concerned about the Emperor!" Dongfang Wenming still didn't turn around.

Zhao Jing scoffed, "Do you dare to look back at me? If I wasn't the emperor, if you weren't my father, would you still dare to care about me? When the East is not clear, turn around. Or... You don't want to hear what I told Prime Minister Ke and what I did? "

Dongfang Wenming rubbed his forehead. "What else can the emperor say?" It is just to advise them to return to the dynasty! "

She knew that this fellow knew everything.

"What else?" Zhao Jing smiled meaningfully. "It's not like Father Zhong doesn't know what sort of person Uncle Ke is. It's likely that there are some matters that outsiders won't dare to say. Father Zhong is just pretending to be deaf and mute!" In these few days, I've discovered something. Prime Minister Ke doesn't like women. "I wonder if the Prime Minister can see our faces like this!"

Dongfang Wenming quietly turned around, and the light in his eyes was deep and cold.

"I heard that during my royal father's reign, he would often summon Cobb to the palace, and would sometimes stay in the palace for the night. "It must be known that this foreign official must leave the palace before the palace door can open, but Cobb has already entered the palace and has stayed here all night!" Zhao Jing laughed coldly as he bit his lower lip. "If this is true, then if I can act like the late emperor, wouldn't that be …"

With a "peng" sound, Dongfang Wenming smacked his palm on the bed pillar, and the bed pillar made a "beng" sound. If he hadn't reacted and quickly snatched Zhao Jing and the rest out of the bed, he probably would have been buried under the bed.

After the loud noise, the dragon bed broke into pieces and scattered. It was a complete mess …

The sound of movement came from outside. Zhao Jing came back to his senses and shouted, "I'm fine! You're not allowed to come in!"

Zhao Jing, along with her blanket, had become a silkworm. At this moment, she was imprisoned in Dongfang Wenming's arms. The two of them stared at each other in silence. He quietly listened as the commotion gradually died down. With Zhao Yuannan and Wei Shuge around, it was unlikely for anyone to barge in.

Their gazes met, and their breaths merged together. It was hard to tell what kind of feelings were swirling in their hearts. As the candles crackled and popped, Zhao Jing finally muttered, "How long does Father Zhong plan to hold me for like this?"

She saw the frown on his forehead and saw that there was no emotion on his face.

However, Dongfang Wenming didn't let her go. He held onto Zhao Jing like a silkworm and sat down. "This is good! It won't be frozen!" However, the Emperor had thought about the crime of slandering the late Emperor. The late emperor was the emperor's father, so some words that the emperor had to be cautious of and didn't want to speak rashly! "Firstly, it's disrespectful, and secondly, it's a joke!"

"If Father Zhong is this nervous, then it means that he is living. Could these rumors be true?" Zhao Jing laughed lightly and snorted. "Father?" Has Father Zhong ever seen his own father? "

"Yes!" The East did not answer clearly.

Zhao Jing asked again, "Did Old General Dongfang teach Father Zhong anything?"

"Yes!" The space between Dongfang Wenming's eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

"Do you have an adult?" Zhao Jing's voice was slightly hoarse.

Dongfang Wenming hesitated, but eventually nodded, "Yes!"

"So this is what you call a father!" Zhao Jing rolled his eyes at him. "My Imperial Father has countless women, and my harem has three thousand. When he dies, he might not even remember my mother." He did not know what kind of suffering his children would suffer in the outside world, or whether they would be treated like wild children. "Since I was young, I have never known that I had a father. I only knew my mother!"

"They say that I don't teach my father, but to me, my father has done nothing." It was mother who gave birth to me, and it was also mother who raised me. It has nothing to do with father. What he can give me is what I don't want! But are mountains really that good? Everyone wants it. The dragon throne is made of pure gold and the bones are made of white bones! " Zhao Jing bitterly smiled, his eyes brimming with a peculiar light. "If there is an afterlife, I am not willing to be the son or daughter of the imperial family!" What f * cking bullsh * t, whoever loves to carry the burden will have to bear it, I … He may be a good wife, he may be a good mother, but he will definitely not be a good emperor! "

The last few words seemed to be said for his ears. Zhao Jing spoke very, very softly.

Dongfang Wenming's face was still expressionless. He hugged her for a while, but no one knew what he was thinking. After a moment, he slowly untied the blanket on her body and slowly opened it. Finally, he let go of Zhao Jing.

Having gained his freedom, Zhao Jing immediately jumped off the ground and quickly retreated to the side, his face pale as he kept a safe distance between them. Her breathing quickened, and in the candlelight she became thinner. Her small body was covered by the thin bedclothes as if they were wrapped in a blanket. Only her innocent and immature face was revealed as she stared straight at him.

Dongfang Min suddenly thought of a question. When she and Cobalt closed the door, what kind of eyes would she use to meet Cobb's gaze? If she wore her daughter's clothes and had such a harmless, tender face … Why does it make people so angry when they see it? Angry? He seemed angry! It was probably because he was not used to her having such an innocent appearance despite having a nine fold belly.

That was fine. However, the main point was that he couldn't do it!

Suddenly, Zhao Jing noticed that something was wrong with his gaze. He immediately shifted his gaze in that direction and realized that he was standing barefoot on the ground. She immediately turned her head to look for her boots, but the bed had collapsed and she couldn't take out her boots.

"Come here!" Dongfang Wenming's voice was heavy. "Are you going to freeze to death on the ground?"

Zhao Jing pursed his lips and walked barefooted to Dongfang Wenming's side before he sat down.

She didn't even have time to cry out in alarm the next moment. Both of her legs were lifted up by him. Zhao Jing was lying upright on the soft couch. The cold soles of her feet were suddenly wrapped tightly in warmth. He was the one who had used the warmth of his own palm to dispel the cold.

Zhao Jing half propped himself up, his arms behind his back. As he watched Chen Changsheng's hands tighten around his little feet, he felt as if his face was boiling. Even his breathing had become rapid. This was the first time a man held her feet. His palm was rough and rough, as if it belonged to a martial artist. It tickled her badly, but she didn't dare to laugh.

The small jade-like foot was as white and tender as the root of a scallion. In his palm, there was only a gentle squeeze. In the dim light, his jade feet felt like they were carved from unpolished jade. When he placed them in his hands, they felt warm. The coolness that came from a girl suddenly entered his palm, causing his heart to palpitate uncontrollably.

Dongfang's hands were trembling slightly, but his face was still expressionless from the collapse of Mt. Tai. His voice was hoarse as he opened his mouth. "Do you feel warmer?"

Zhao Jing bit his lower lip and tilted his head to look at him. He didn't say a word.

Dongfang Wenming looked at her and didn't say anything else. The atmosphere of the hall suddenly became extremely strange. It was hard to tell if it was a bit ambiguous, or it was extremely warm. However, no one continued to look at it. The two of them sat there quietly, as if they were acting in perfect harmony. There wasn't much meaning in what they were doing in the first place. She would sleep peacefully on his lap, and he would sit with her until dawn.

No one could convince anyone else, this was the end of the line. Some things slowly changed due to this unintentional change.

It was just that, he was a fan of the outside world!