One sentence: Jing Qi has never forgotten the kindness of his imperial brother Jing Pu. So he put Prince Liujing, who was only twelve years old, on the throne. But he didn't expect that what Liu Jing wanted was not to dominate the world, but to be favored by the emperor's uncle.
Copywriting: "Liu Jing, I am your imperial uncle." The man put his hands behind his back, turned around and said softly.
"But so what, you obviously love me, right? Jing Qi." Liu Jing said, looking at Jing Qi's back.
"You are the king and I am the minister. I am willing to obey all the emperor's orders."
Jing Qi hugged Liu Jing's small body and pointed at a pot of poppy that was full of blood and said: "This beauty is like a flower, but it is also a poisonous flower. You only need to cultivate the flowers and enjoy them. But be sure not to get them. Once you get them, you will be intoxicated and unable to wake up."
"This beauty is like a flower. The more beautiful it is, the more poisonous it is. Just appreciate it and don't have to touch it. What will happen if you touch it? Just like this." Liu Jing smiled softly and touched the extremely colorful flower with one hand. His face turned pale and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the visitor with a smile.
"How?" He said.
Jing Qi frowned and squinted at the crumbling scene: "Very good. If you want to kill yourself, Your Majesty, you can try this method."