The death of the late emperor was more than just a grief to the emperor.

To say that it cost him half his life is no exaggeration.

The late emperor had been injured when he was young, and the injury flared up when he was old, and coupled with a cold, he did not survive.

The emperor was confused at that time.

No intense emotions.

His emperor had arranged everything for him before his death, so no matter who was satisfied or not, he inherited the throne smoothly.

After the late emperor's funeral, the emperor returned to Guanghua Hall. Looking at the weapons in this room, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out.

The shadow of the late emperor is everywhere.

Every weapon, every wall, and even every floor tile reminded him of his father.

He could hardly breathe because of the pain.

This pain was like being tortured to death, cutting his flesh bit by bit.

The emperor never came here again.

An Jiu looked at the emperor. He reached out and picked up a knife, staring at it for a while...

[The Emperor gave me a birthday gift]

He took the arrow and looked at it.

【꿵The Emperor said that this place is not suitable for archery and asked me to practice outside. 】

Every time he picked up something, he would think of the late emperor.

The dense pain still swept over him.

He stared at the things in the room in silence for a long time.

An Jiu felt like he was about to break into pieces.

"Your Majesty, why don't you go back?" An Jiu asked.

The emperor suddenly drew out a sword. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a very good physique. The sword seemed to come alive in his body. It was the first time for An Jiu to see someone wielding a sword. He opened his eyes wide and watched intently, his heart pounding.

Until a sword was placed on her neck. At that moment, An Jiu's breathing stopped, as if everything in the world did not exist, and only the tall man with an indifferent expression was left in front of her.

"Your Majesty..." An Jiu took a breath and saw his Adam's apple...

The emperor stared at her for a while, then quickly retracted his sword.

"Digestion is over."

The emperor strode away.

…

The wind was still strong that night, but the tyrant was not afraid of the cold wind and insisted on going out.

An Jiu was really impressed and persuaded every one of them to come.

An Jiu tried to persuade him kindly but he refused to listen.

"Then you go out by yourself." An Jiu didn't care. He could go to bed if he wanted. She was a mortal. In this kind of situation, she just wanted to stay in the house and snuggle in the quilt.

The tyrant frowned.

He wanted to go out, but he didn't want to go out alone.

“Not happy.”

An Jiu was too lazy to pay attention.

"Unhappy, unhappy, unhappy." He walked around to the front of An Jiu.

An Jiu said: "Do you still want to cover yourself with the pink quilt from last night?"

The tyrant hesitated and struggled for a long time, and finally followed An Jiu to the cabin.

At a glance, he saw a complete set of pink bedding on the bed.

Visibly happy.

An Jiu dug out two sweet potatoes from under the ashes.

When you break it open, the fragrance wafts out.

The next second, the tyrant appeared in front of him, stared at the sweet potato and swallowed his saliva.

The tyrant has never eaten this stuff.

The emperor did not.

No one would feed them this.

The boss always eats exquisite cold food made by top chefs using high-end ingredients.

Wow, so pitiful.

The poor worker almost sympathized with the boss.

"Eat it." An Jiu gave him half and reminded him: "Be careful of the heat."

The tyrant was very smart. He blew on it and ate one piece. He blew on it and ate one piece. Then he blew on it again and ate one piece. Then he blew on it again and half of the sweet potato was gone.

An Jiu: "..."

His burning eyes were fixed on the remaining half of the sweet potato on An Jiu's bed.

[Give me food... give me food... give me food...]

An Jiu gave them all to him.

He ate with great satisfaction, but his skin was stained with dust, so An Jiu wiped it with a handkerchief.

He stared at Pa, staring at her face.

There is a layer of fluff.

White and tender

She's so cute when she's focused.

The tyrant bent down and kissed her on the face.

An Jiu: "..."

Throw the handkerchief to him and wipe it yourself.

The tyrant wiped it randomly and went to see An Jiu.

An Jiu was speechless.

Although it's not good for a single man and a single woman to be in the same room, isn't the guy in front of me only seven years old?

Seven years old...

Seven years old...

All right……

He is seven years old...

Maybe it was because he ate too much, but the tyrant was suddenly thirsty. He wanted to drink water, but there was no water in the house.

An Jiu was helpless: "Go to the kitchen to get it."

The tyrant nodded.

As soon as she went out, a gust of cold wind chilled her to the bone.

She would rather the tyrant die of thirst...

The tyrant looked at her with wide eyes, innocently, as if he didn't understand what was going on.

An Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, repeating in his heart a thousand times that he is the emperor, he is the emperor, he is the emperor...

Only then did he muster up the courage to walk out despite the throat-choking cold wind.

They soon arrived at the kitchen. An Jiu went to fetch water. The tyrant suddenly looked in a certain direction and flashed to that place.

“Crack…”

The sound of broken bones was drowned in the wind, and the tyrant ran out of the kitchen.

On the roof, Lin San and the others felt a chill on the back of their necks.

"Who is it?" Lin Shiji asked seriously.

Lin San said: "Assassin? Or what? Let's go and take a look."

It's not an assassin who comes.

He was the secret guard of Prince Ruyang. He was not here to assassinate the emperor, but simply to gather information, because Prince Ruyang wanted to know if the emperor was really crazy.

This person had been hiding here, but because of the strong wind, his breathing sounds were drowned out, so Lin San and the others didn't notice him.

Perhaps this person would never have thought that the emperor was so good at martial arts that he could break his neck in an instant.

"Go back quickly." An Jiu ran with the water, and the Tyrant followed.

Back in the room, she shivered for a while, then quickly added some charcoal fire.

"Thirst..." The tyrant pointed to his throat.

An Jiu rolled his eyes: "The water isn't hot yet."

"I'm thirsty."

An Jiu: "..."

Just ignore him.

The tyrant squatted beside her, staring at the water in the kettle and watching it boil. He thought he could drink it, but An Jiu said that it was too hot and had to cool down before drinking.

tyrant"……"

For the first time, An Jiu saw silence on his face.

It seems that it is completely incomprehensible why the water needs to be heated, and after heating it, it has to be cooled down before drinking.

"Because it's not clean, there are bacteria in the water..."

At this point she paused and thought, forget it, how could this silly kid know what bacteria are?

"In short, boil it and then let it cool before drinking."

The tyrant frowned slightly.

He is unhappy.

Unhappy, there was nothing Anjiu could do, so he put the water outside.

"You'll be able to drink it in a moment."

“Not happy.”

An Jiu said patiently, "It's so hot now."

“Not happy.”

An Jiu rolled his eyes speechlessly and pointed at the door: "If you are unhappy, get out."

The tyrant shut up.

He sat on the bed unhappily, looked at An Jiu unhappily, and snorted unhappily...

However, An Jiu ignored him. She wanted to do some needlework during this free time, but the room was too dark and affected her eyesight, so she had to give up.

She stared at the back of the tyrant's head with the three big words "unhappy" written on it for a while, then stood up and took the water back.

Then……

The water is cold...

An Jiu: "..."

tyrant"……"

This... this is hard to say.

Pour a glass for the tyrant.

He picked it up unhappily, drank it unhappily, and then said unhappily, "It's still cold."

An Jiu: "..."

"Yeah, isn't it just drinking it after it cools down?"

The tyrant frowned, and An Jiu saw silence on his face for the first time.