Pei Hangqing pondered over these treasonous words for a long time, but he still couldn't utter them out loud.
How can a pure heart be infected by someone like him?
No one can replace Your Majesty's position in the little prince's heart. Perhaps everyone is unique to the little prince, but Your Majesty is always different.
There are so many stars in the sky, but they are just decorations to embellish the sky.
How dare a firefly compete with the bright moon?
What’s more, today is the seventh day after the death of the emperor.
Pei Hangqing did not believe in ghosts and gods, but he could not ignore His Majesty's coffin.
"Your Highness..." Lord Pei now looked at the young prince, watching him on the verge of tears in front of him, his clothes wet with tears.
A dull ache spread through his heart.
He who used to talk about Fei Yuxie so well now seemed to have lost his tongue and could not utter any words of comfort.
A country cannot be without a king for a day. Perhaps in the future, we should call him Your Majesty.
But Pei Hangqing suspected that the little prince would not accept this title, and he would not even hold a coronation ceremony.
He wants to always be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
It seemed that in this way, he could deceive himself and believe that the emperor would still be by his side for a long time.
Tears slid down the little prince's plump cheeks like the gurgling of a river, with unstoppable force.
He loved the blue sky, the towering mountains, the beautiful rivers, the colorful flowers, and he also loved the people of Dazhao equally.
His innocent heart gives him the purest soul and the most moving eyes.
No one could harden their heart under such a look.
The little fat boy loves everything so sincerely and passionately, but all he gets in return is the departure of his loved ones.
The fire of his soul was like a candle in the wind, about to go out suddenly.
And because of a tiny possibility, the spark of hope was ignited.
Everything happened too suddenly. He didn't even understand why Heiye Dingding became his father, nor did he understand what nothingness meant, and he didn't understand the words his father said.
So profound and so mysterious.
The grief made him stop searching for the answer to the question. Now, he only wanted to manage the precious mountains and rivers left by his father, and continue to miss his father in the long years.
When a person dies, everything is over.
The little fat boy had read a miscellaneous book that said that if a person has obsessions after death, they will not dissipate.
Father is not a human, he is a system, he is a god, he should be more powerful than humans, right?
Although he recalled the scene of the emperor's death again and again in his mind, he knew very clearly that his father would never come back to him.
But sometimes, only white lies can help people get back on track and stop being confused and like a walking corpse.
The fish will always remember Xiaoyuan, forever and ever.
He kept persuading himself, trying to cross this river full of sadness.
When he was about to drown in the pain, someone pulled him hard.
Pei Hangqing knelt in front of the little prince and nervously reached out to wipe away the tears that were flowing down his face.
"Your Highness." The little fat boy lowered his head, tears still hanging on his eyelashes, sticky and uncomfortable. But he was always serious and would not ignore what others said, so he pursed his lips and looked at Pei Hangqing.
Pei Hangqing knelt, turned around, and saluted the emperor's coffin. Then he said frankly, "You cried your eyes out, and there's even a bright red teardrop mole at the corner of your eye. But have you ever considered His Majesty's feelings?"
Facing the little fat boy's puzzled gaze, Pei Hangqing closed his eyes and silently confessed his guilt. "Today is the seventh day after death, and the people often say it's the night when the soul returns. Your Majesty was a man of great talent in life, and after his death, he will surely come to visit you. If he sees you so heartbroken, how will Your Majesty feel the pain?"
"You must know that before the mausoleum collapsed, rumors were rife in the capital that you and His Majesty had been arguing, and that the bond between father and son was about to end!"
He spoke with great conviction and swearing, as if it were really true.
The little fat boy's eyes suddenly brightened, and the dim stars became bright again: "Can you really feel your father?"
you?
Who else said this in front of the prince? A fierce look flashed across Pei Hangqing's eyes.
Anyone who deceives the prince should be executed immediately.
But after thinking about it, there are only a few people who can get close to the prince.
These people would never have second thoughts, probably just to persuade the little prince.
"As soon as I entered the hall, I felt a chill. It was as if I were seeing Your Majesty in person." Pei Hangqing, who could not lie, racked his brains, but his face was sincere. "The moment you pointed out Ying Cheng, the white candle burned very quickly. I believe this is where Your Majesty's soul is."
Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one was willing to fight, the other was willing to be beaten.
The fat boy immediately believed Ding Ding's words. Ding Ding said that his father would come back in the future. His father had said so himself, and Yu'er felt the same way.
So that's what this is about!
"Minister Pei, tell me what happened just now." The fat baby looked at Pei Hangqing with anticipation.
She even touched his sleeve quietly.
Pei Hangqing couldn't let down such a pure heart. Every word he said was true, but he added a touch of literary flavor to it.
Time passed minute by minute, and Pei Hangqing was talking until his mouth was dry, until he heard the sound of even breathing in his ears.
There are also some heavy burdens on my side.
He quietly raised his hand and poked the little prince's cheek, which was white, tender, and elastic with a hint of red.
Pei Hangqing shifted his support point to allow the little prince to sleep more comfortably. Looking at his tear-stained cheek, Pei Hangqing said softly, "I am young, of a peaceful nature, and have no hidden illness. I believe I can live for a long time. I will always be with Your Highness."
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