Chapter 829

He was granted the title of Prince by himself and never contacted with the outside world. He monopolized the northwest and controlled one third of the military power in the world.

However, it is so incompatible with the royal family

"What a story man..."

Ye Qingli holds his chin in both hands, raises his head and looks at him curiously.

Can strip out the heavy fog on this man.

There must be a special sense of achievement.

"Me..."

Jun Ao is shocked by the cold.

"I don't really have a story..."

"The name is given to me by my mother."

"My father died when I didn't remember. They say he died to save the emperor. Then the Emperor gave the title of Prince. I'm his only son, and of course, I'll take it. "

"It's unreasonable..."

Ye Qingli began to scratch his head.

Although she doesn't know much about history, it's generally like this.

Even if the power of the establishment is even greater, since it is dead, it can be solved by giving a seal.

You know, a hereditary Prince's seat is very precious and will not be given at will!

"What kind of person is your mother?"

She asked carefully.

"My mother and concubine..."

Jun Aohan suddenly finds that his memory of his mother and concubine has become a little fuzzy.

"When I was little, we were orphans and widows, and no one cared about us. It's my mother and concubine taking care of me. Especially when I have cold poison attack. At that time, I didn't know any doctors. These quacks in Fengyi city didn't rule by law. Every time cold poison attacks, my mother holds me in her arms... "

You are proud of the cold face, with a look of memory.

"Only in her arms can I feel the warmth."

"When I was twelve years old, my mother suddenly said that she was going to leave me. At that time, I was very scared and kept crying. My mother smiled and comforted me. Until midnight, as usual, the mother and the concubine, washing, cooking, eating... "

"I thought she was just kidding me. As a result, at midnight, she sat on the bed and left quietly

His voice is very quiet.

But ye Qingli can still feel it.

In the quiet words of this man, how deep sadness is hidden in the end.

That was when he was young.

The most important person in life, left him.

Ye Qingli gently put his cheek on his chest.

Comfort him with his own body temperature.

"So, do you know how frightened I am when I see you injured and unconscious?"

"Because I can no longer afford to have the most important person in my life leave my scene."

"Then what happened to you?"

"She died like that. At that time, I was scared. Because at that time, I was just a sick seedling. I lie in bed sick every day. There are no servants, no housekeepers, nothing in the palace. I'm afraid that I will starve to death in two days, and then become a corpse, which will not be found until it stinks... "

In his flat voice.

There is a feeling of helplessness.

Ye Qingli holds his hand.

She has a feeling of empathy.

The nose is sore.

I want to say something, but I don't know how to say it.