Zhao Zhen hid in the corner of the wall, trembling all over and covering his mouth tightly to make no sound. Tears were already streaming down his face. He watched them wrap the body and carry it out of the side door. After Liu Fang also returned to the ban, Zhao Zhen slowly stepped out of the corner, wanting to step forward and take a closer look at the pool of blood on the stone bricks. But after taking only two and a half steps, he still pulled back his right foot, bit his lip, and turned around to leave, still looking like an indifferent and solemn prince.
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He has been like this since he was a child. He has known propriety since he was a child. He took charge of the throne at the age of twenty-three, step by step, and became the most benevolent emperor in history. But he can also love others, he can also suffer, and he can also give up those things that he can never pursue in exchange for a vague peace of mind. Always forced. I fought hard, but I always missed it. Is he to blame for all this?
Pang Tong actually didn't understand him. Who understood him in the end? Who said in the night, Zhao Zhen, I understand you best... Because we are so similar. You see, I have experienced everything you have experienced... But why are you and I separated from each other? !
Three people, one part knows each other, one part loves each other, and two parts bear each other down.
Pang Tong laughed and said: Zhao Zhen, you should kneel down in front of the Buddha three times and nine times every day, praying to me, Pang Tong, for a long life!