V2.Chapter 213
This time, aman was still standing at the place where she had been waiting for her father, which was the only way for him to go up and down the court.
Once upon a time, she eagerly waited for her father to go down to court, and then followed him to Fengyang palace for lunch. She once waited here after doing something wrong, begging her father to let him coax her mother to calm down. But in the same place, she no longer had the original little daughter's mind, let alone the joy and anxiety in her heart. Now, when she thought of her father, her heart was sad.
Aman had been in the corridor for a long time before he saw Su Jing coming from the shadow of the sun.
He was much thinner than a month ago, and his face didn't have the smile before. Even though there were countless eunuchs and bodyguards behind him, they couldn't cover his loneliness.
Aman shook his head, not to let his feelings continue, he killed his mother, should bear the loneliness of the next half of his life.
Aman said it over and over again in his heart, but his sour heart could not be covered up in any case?
Why do we have to do this? Since we are not happy with the result, why do we have to let things go so far?
Su Jing looked at the girl who was standing there from a distance. She was a bit absent-minded and seemed to return to the happy time in the past.
But when he got to know aman's face, his heart sank to the bottom.
He went up to aman and asked, "what are you doing here? This is near the court hall. "
"Father, don't worry. Your court, your Bei'an and your people have nothing to do with me. I'm here only for someone who has nothing to do with you. "
aman's words were cold. Originally, because of the warm memories, Su Jing's suspicious words suddenly became as cold as ice.
"When my mother passed away, you asked me to preside over her funeral. There's one thing I can't do. So I'd like to ask my father, what kind of posthumous title do you want to give my mother?"
When it comes to posthumous title, aman's heart is dull and painful. What she asks for from her father is the glory of her mother after her death.
Su Jing didn't speak, just looked at aman,.
"The most brilliant years of her mother's life have been spent in this deep palace for you, taking care of the palace affairs for you, giving birth to children and raising children. Now that she's dead, it's just to see whether you should also carefully draw up her posthumous title in terms of the love she once shared in bed."
Aman didn't realize that she had such deep resentment towards her father in her heart. Her words were as sharp as a knife.
"Since I've decided to let you deal with all the funeral matters, it's up to you to draw up this posthumous title."
"You just want my mother to be the laughingstock of the world, don't you? You are her husband, a king Aman doubted his ears. How could her father say such words?
"With you, my daughter is not good at it." Aman refused with trembling voice, and his frozen heart overflowed with bursts of pain.
"My father doesn't think about his children. He's not afraid of the death of my mother. He has to think about what you look like in the hearts of the common people. No one wants the emperor above them to be thin, cool and merciless."
"This matter, you go to draw up, when the time comes, I will follow you to draw up the posthumous title under the decree." Su Jing finally made a step back. After that, he almost ran away. Aman looked at his back and felt more and more pain in his heart.
The result was good, but her father's indifference broke her heart and made her wonder if the so-called love between men and women was really so fragile.
Aman left with a bitter smile, and all he had in mind was what kind of posthumous title he wanted to give his mother.
Her mother is the most beautiful word in the world.
But, again amazing words, mother will not know, but fortunately mother did not know, otherwise, in the face of thin cool husband, she should be how sad?
Dead, or at least not to face his father's cold heart and lung, is also a relief.
Just think of the father, aman's heart, or can't help but pain, that is his father, she once vowed, this life will be a good filial father, these years his indulgence and love is not false, but he now to his mother's cold love is not false.
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Once upon a time, she eagerly waited for her father to go down to court, and then followed him to Fengyang palace for lunch. She once waited here after doing something wrong, begging her father to let him coax her mother to calm down. But in the same place, she no longer had the original little daughter's mind, let alone the joy and anxiety in her heart. Now, when she thought of her father, her heart was sad.
Aman had been in the corridor for a long time before he saw Su Jing coming from the shadow of the sun.
He was much thinner than a month ago, and his face didn't have the smile before. Even though there were countless eunuchs and bodyguards behind him, they couldn't cover his loneliness.
Aman shook his head, not to let his feelings continue, he killed his mother, should bear the loneliness of the next half of his life.
Aman said it over and over again in his heart, but his sour heart could not be covered up in any case?
Why do we have to do this? Since we are not happy with the result, why do we have to let things go so far?
Su Jing looked at the girl who was standing there from a distance. She was a bit absent-minded and seemed to return to the happy time in the past.
But when he got to know aman's face, his heart sank to the bottom.
He went up to aman and asked, "what are you doing here? This is near the court hall. "
"Father, don't worry. Your court, your Bei'an and your people have nothing to do with me. I'm here only for someone who has nothing to do with you. "
aman's words were cold. Originally, because of the warm memories, Su Jing's suspicious words suddenly became as cold as ice.
"When my mother passed away, you asked me to preside over her funeral. There's one thing I can't do. So I'd like to ask my father, what kind of posthumous title do you want to give my mother?"
When it comes to posthumous title, aman's heart is dull and painful. What she asks for from her father is the glory of her mother after her death.
Su Jing didn't speak, just looked at aman,.
"The most brilliant years of her mother's life have been spent in this deep palace for you, taking care of the palace affairs for you, giving birth to children and raising children. Now that she's dead, it's just to see whether you should also carefully draw up her posthumous title in terms of the love she once shared in bed."
Aman didn't realize that she had such deep resentment towards her father in her heart. Her words were as sharp as a knife.
"Since I've decided to let you deal with all the funeral matters, it's up to you to draw up this posthumous title."
"You just want my mother to be the laughingstock of the world, don't you? You are her husband, a king Aman doubted his ears. How could her father say such words?
"With you, my daughter is not good at it." Aman refused with trembling voice, and his frozen heart overflowed with bursts of pain.
"My father doesn't think about his children. He's not afraid of the death of my mother. He has to think about what you look like in the hearts of the common people. No one wants the emperor above them to be thin, cool and merciless."
"This matter, you go to draw up, when the time comes, I will follow you to draw up the posthumous title under the decree." Su Jing finally made a step back. After that, he almost ran away. Aman looked at his back and felt more and more pain in his heart.
The result was good, but her father's indifference broke her heart and made her wonder if the so-called love between men and women was really so fragile.
Aman left with a bitter smile, and all he had in mind was what kind of posthumous title he wanted to give his mother.
Her mother is the most beautiful word in the world.
But, again amazing words, mother will not know, but fortunately mother did not know, otherwise, in the face of thin cool husband, she should be how sad?
Dead, or at least not to face his father's cold heart and lung, is also a relief.
Just think of the father, aman's heart, or can't help but pain, that is his father, she once vowed, this life will be a good filial father, these years his indulgence and love is not false, but he now to his mother's cold love is not false.
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