At this moment, Zheng Yu's heart sank to the bottom. The things he had been trying to avoid finally happened irreversibly.

"Why? I've been told through it?" The emperor looked at him fiercely, "What about your usual calm and composed manner? Aren't you the wise and unpredictable attitude? Are you the one who is invincible? What's wrong? Why can't you say anything now? It's me who talked about the real you in your heart. Are you afraid, right?"

"You have been performing to show me." The emperor said coldly, "You are trying to create a face to deceive me. You respect your father and are willing to take risks as the king. You are filial to your mother and try different ways to please Xiaoyun. You are gentle and friendly to your subordinates, and you have been through life and death with them. Your strong and influential ministers in the outside world are generous and loyal, but you are engaging in official duties everywhere, just showing your talents and loyalty. You are affectionate and righteous to women, but you don't use your status to do anything to do with them."

"But these are all fake. You are pretending." As soon as the emperor said this, Zheng Yu seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, leaving only the bone-broken coldness. "You are just an eighteen-year-old child, but you are so mature and sophisticated that you can't catch any mistakes. No, these are all fakes. You are plotting against your father and using your mother. You are selfish and just want to use those people, but you look like a polite and polite person. You are lustful, but when you realize my preferences, you immediately look like a kind and righteous gentleman. You are simply a monster."

Zheng Yu's face finally changed.

The veil of warm and honest treatment between father and son, which he had been working hard to maintain, was lifted up by the emperor's rough and direct hand, exposing all the sword lights, darkness and stench hidden underneath. Since then, there has been almost no buffer between the two, and only the benefits are left. The emperor's current state is obviously already in a dead end. He has already shouted that the empire belongs to him, and he will do whatever he wants.

Zheng Yu began to feel extremely fear and confusion for the first time.

This was the first time since time traveling, he felt that he had lost control of the situation. His heart was shaken. This was not only his confidence in the emperor, but also his confidence in himself. At this moment, Zheng Yu looked at the emperor, looked at this strange, fierce, and hideous face, suppressing the sadness that surged out of his heart, and his mind was extremely fast and fast.

Gradually, he began to grasp something.

The emperor finally became jealous of him, a kind of jealousy that is very common to middle-aged and elderly people. He is naturally jealous of talented young and juniors, especially those who steal their own limelight and may have to replace him.

Originally, if his son had outstanding talents, most of them would be proud of his father. But the emperor was the emperor after all, and his sensitivity to imperial power made him always be alert to the prince. What is more direct is that he has been withstood for decades and after despair, he suddenly has the inheritance of his own blood. Naturally, he has developed a mixed feeling of jealousy, disgust, and even hatred for this adopted son who has been raising for more than ten years, outstanding talents, and even better than himself.

Zheng Yu knew very well that in Chinese history, whenever a similar situation occurred, the prince, whether he was his adopted son, the prince's brother, or the adopted son and nephew, would all die without exception.

Zheng Yu knew that he still had a chance.

The emperor is already losing his rationality, and the only chance is emotion.

The emperor is lonely, even pitiful. He is also a human being and desires family affection, so he cherishes and desires the true love of his relatives more than anyone else, but he is also more fragile, more sensitive and more suspicious than everyone else. Zheng Yu reflected on everything after he entered Beijing, and he understood his mistakes. In order to let the emperor see his political value, it is also for the purpose of self-protection. He acted too maturely, too rationally and perfectly, too much like a politician, missing the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness that young people of this age should have.

As Yang Yongtai said before, it is hard to remind people of Yang Guang. Undoubtedly, this kind of overly rational and overly false image, such an unreal image of political model, has given him a tacit understanding of political partners with the emperor, rather than a real father and son.

He doesn't want to act anymore.

Not only because of reason, not only for survival, but also because he is also annoyed and tired.

"Father, why do you think so?" Zheng Yu's face was the first time that anger appeared on his face. This was the first time he showed his emotions in front of the emperor.

"I don't deny that I do have the idea of ​​trying to please my father." Zheng Yu's eyes turned red, "Because I don't want my father to be disappointed with me, I hope to be successful and share my father's responsibilities. I can't bear to look at you at such a big age and torture for state affairs."

His voice was hoarse, and his whole body trembled slightly due to the excitement.

"Yes, I like beautiful girls, but I also have my bottom line. I can't force them to do things that go against my will. And if I have anything with them, I must be responsible for them." Zheng Yu looked at the emperor with red eyes and did not give in. "I know my situation. I know my father always puts state affairs first. I know that I, the crown prince of the vase, may become a cage one day. I don't want these living lives to be dragged down by myself and ruin my life inexplicably."

"I just want to be filial to my mother, I just want to make my mother happy." Zheng Yu's voice trembled, and tears rolled in his eyes, "Because I am her son, I am your son. I have been calling your father since I was sensible. Call her mother, you are my only relatives. This is my home."

The emperor's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Zheng Yu with his eyes becoming more and more complicated.

"I have indeed been a little angry with you. I am your son. How can you put me in such a crisis like this? Here is under your eyelids and in the situation you set up. But I think this is not your real idea. It must be someone in the middle who wants to take advantage of the situation. So I went to the General Intelligence Bureau and I want to ask in person. "Zheng Yu's eyes were a little red, "They said this is your plan, but I know that you won't make such a plan. This must be their fault, right? Father, I just want to hear you tell me the truth."

The emperor and the prince looked at each other like two cockfightings without giving in.

The emperor looked at the young man's red eyes, his face that often had a gentle smile, was twisted by anger and sadness, and his heart couldn't help but twitch violently, and the dusty memories flashed through his mind like a slide.

In a trance, the child was taken to ride a horse by himself, but he fell to his nose and face and was swollen. He was coaxed to not tell the queen the truth. He was just stupid, and said with tears and snot. He appeared. This child went to fly kites with him on the Great Wall. When he saw the hunting, he snatched him to play. As a result, the kite string broke. The child cried so hard that he was red and grabbed his hand to ask for a kite. This child appeared. He was driven to skate in Houhai at the age of six. He slid for half a day and his lips were cracked. When he was having dinner at night, he did not dare to let his mother see him, pursed his lips, endured the pain and drank porridge, and was burned with tears. The child was sent to the boarding class of Lu University Junior College, with his marching back, and said goodbye to himself and his wife with tears in his eyes, and turned around while walking.

This is a good child who is kind, upright, admires his parents, and never makes him worry. He is not his own blood, but he treats himself and his wife like his biological parents. Before this, he never thought of doing those things to him. Even if he is not suitable to inherit this country, he has never really thought of killing him.

God, why do you make such a joke with me? Since I gave me such a son, why did I have to have my own children at this time? Why did I do those things by mistake as soon as I know these things?

The emperor's expression changed slightly, and more and more complex and difficult-to-understand things began to appear in his eyes.

Zheng Yu still looked at the emperor with anger and sad eyes, and the tears accumulated in his eyes finally slowly flowed down his cheeks.

Zheng Yu was not completely performing. He was indeed very sad and angry. Although he had only been back to Beijing for half a month, he felt the warmth of family. He admired his adoptive mother from the bottom of his heart. Although he admired the emperor's father more than gratitude and worshiped more than love, feelings still gradually grew in his heart. Therefore, he was particularly angry and sad. After encountering the assassination, he drove the convoy directly to the General Intelligence Bureau.

He knew that in fact he was just angry and protesting.

The emperor slowly closed his eyes and leaned on the chair and sat on the back. A trace of fatigue, a trace of boredom, and a little regret and loss began to appear on his face.

He is really old, he is tired and annoyed.

At this moment, he just wanted to be quiet, take a break, and sort out his chaotic thoughts.

When he leaned on the back of the chair, he suddenly realized that he was so relieved and trusted in his adopted son in his heart.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he never thought that this child might harm him.

"Father, you look very tired." Zheng Yu looked at the aging emperor and gradually calmed down, and said softly, "I'll press you."

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Yu in surprise.

"I learned from the people around me, you can try it."

Zheng Yu stood up and came behind the emperor. The emperor closed his eyes and snorted.

Zheng Yu stroked the Yintang in the middle of the emperor's eyebrows, pointed it with his middle finger, and then rubbed it clockwise. His fingers were slowly and powerful. After dozens of times, they turned counterclockwise. Next, he turned to the Divine Court and massaged it in the same way. He pointed it in a well-organized manner.

The aging and fatigue hidden under the emperor's skin passed through his fingers little by little and poured into his heart, making him feel a little sad. The emperor who founded the empire, who stepped on everyone's feet and worshiped by everyone, was still an old man after all, an old man who was oppressed by state affairs, tortured by conspiracy and betrayal, aged, lonely but nowhere to talk to him. He longed for warmth, but instinctively warned of all those who were close to him. He was torturing the people around him, but also torturing himself at the same time.

Zheng Yu's tears fell on the emperor's neck. Zheng Yu hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and wiped it.

"You're very well-organized." The emperor said slowly, "Who can you learn from?"

"Mingyuelan, the girl sent by the General Intelligence Bureau, is now a confidential secretary for me." Zheng Yu said, "My son doesn't know where she learned it, but she has been giving her son massage. She feels very relieved. When she comes back, she also gives her father and mother, so she learns some. However, you have an imperial doctor and a special massage master. My son's skills must be unappreciated."

"It's different." said the emperor, "They're not as good as you. They regard me as a god in their hearts, and are afraid of me. Only you treat me as an old man."

Zheng Yu's hands trembled slightly, but immediately continued to rub them firmly.

"You are my son, I will not treat you like that." The emperor was silent for a while and said slowly, not knowing whether it was for Zheng Yu or for himself, "I have never had a descendant. I think it was because my luck was too strong and my descendants could not bear it. Now that I have it, I am afraid my luck is a little weak."

"Things of luck are a little more illusory." Zheng Yu inexplicably remembered the Master Tang in the mouth of the people when he heard the emperor's words. However, he thought that his memory had a very weak impression of this person. I am afraid that the emperor did not like to discuss such things that were somewhat harmful to his image at home. "My son thought that Qin Emperor and Han Wu, Tang Emperor and Song Zu have passed down through the ages. These heroes must have been so proud of the luck, but they all have descendants. It can be seen that this luck is not so reliable."

The emperor sighed quietly: "Don't forget that the descendant of the First Emperor, his eldest son was sentenced to death by his second son, and his second son died at the hands of an eunuch. The descendants of the royal family were slaughtered by Xiang Yu. In the Hanwu period, the crown prince was sentenced to death by himself, leaving a young son, but his mother was killed, and the youngest son died at the age of 20 after he ascended the throne. Only one of Liu Bang's eight sons, Wen, died well. Emperor Taizong of Tang, Prince Li Chengqian was sentenced to death, King Li Tai of Wei was killed, and his beloved son Li Ke was killed by Changsun Wuji, leaving only King Li Zhi of Jin, but was tortured into a fearful thing.

Quail was trapped by a woman. Emperor Taizu of Song was instigated by his younger brother, and all his sons could not die well. Even the founding king of Taisie, which descendant had a good death? Caesar had no son and his nephew succeeded to the throne. The two greatest emperors, Alexander, had only one son, and died tragically in Syria at a young age. Napoleon, his only son, King Roman, was poisoned to death at the age of eighteen. As for the Russian Emperor Peter the Great, all his sons died young, and the prince was killed by him."
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