Su porcelain pursed lips: "that Yuan son does not eat anything, will die."

Zhao Yuan said: "I eat, you will hate me."

Su porcelain: "who said that?"

"I don't hate you at all."

Zhao Yuan's dark eyes staring at people, red lips and white teeth, is very good-looking: "I eat those things, you don't like."

Su porcelain looked at the child and pursed her lips slightly: "if you eat those things, it will do harm to you. Your body will be broken."

All of a sudden, she understood why children are thin. Because Zhao Yuan promised her not to eat those things secretly, her meals would also vomit up.

Su porcelain suddenly felt a little hateful.

She held the baby in her arms and said softly, "it's the mother's fault that forces you to eat those things."

"If you don't want to eat in the future, you can stop eating."

Zhao Yuan's eyes looked over and shook his head.

Su porcelain seriously said: "then you drink the blood after the mother, OK?"

She held out her little finger and said softly, "when yuan'er can eat those things, just change them."

Zhao Yuan stares at the girl and doesn't know what he is thinking.

Su porcelain lowered her head and looked at the child. Seeing that he did not come to grasp her hand, she took the initiative to lean over.

"This is the agreement."

But Zhao Yuan said, "will you separate from me?"

Su porcelain looked at the child in a daze.

Zhao Yuan raised his face and asked, "will it be?"

"No," she said

"I'll always be with you."

Zhao Yuan gazed at her for a long time. He hugged her and said, "they all think I'm a monster, don't they?"

Su porcelain shook his head: "No

"You are the son of heaven. No one dares to say that about you."

She said, "if they say you, they will pull out and behead."

Maybe I feel too bloody.

Su porcelain closed her mouth, held the child's face, looked at people, and said, "yuan'er, you are the master of the world, no one will say that about you."

"Do you know?"

Zhao Yuan nodded.

He reached out and took the girl's soft hand.

He had a wonderful feeling in his heart.

But I don't know how to express it.

Zhao Yuan didn't understand this feeling. It was like the feeling that the heart was filled with something. He could only stretch out his little hand, hold the girl and say, "mother, will you be afraid of me?"

Su porcelain a little puzzled: "why should the empress mother be afraid of you?"

"Because they are afraid of me, they think I am a monster," Zhao Yuan said

He raised his eyes, looked over and asked again, "mother, will you be afraid of me?"

Suzhou porcelain shakes her head.

Zhao Yuan said, "I won't let you be afraid of me."

He leaned his little face over and said, "mother, you are so kind to me."

"Better to me than my own mother."

Although Zhao Yuan has never met his own mother, he knows what kind of person he is.

The talented man in the palace died soon after he was born.

But Zhao Yuan has such a feeling.

A girl would be better to him than his own mother.

Zhao Yuan slightly slants the head, bows the head, looks at the young girl has been treated the wound.

There is a wound on the white neck,

that was bitten by him.

Zhao Yuan licked his lips, he only bit, but he still can remember the smell of blood.

It's sweet.

Different from that slave, the slave's blood was stinky and smelly, and disgusting.

But the girl's blood is sweet.

Zhao Yuan stared at the wound and felt it.

But the empress mother is not that slave.

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