Tai Chi palace.


    Pieces of rice paper scattered in the hall and spread to the front desk of the hall.


    On such a large table, the king of Tang Dynasty looked at the rice paper portrait with red eyes and was stunned.


    The once dignified emperor is now dressed in plain chimera, and the figure lying on the desk is particularly depressed.


    Gently stroking the face on the portrait, the tears fell down, leaving a wet mark on the rice paper and fainting a little ink.


    A hoarse voice like rubbing sandpaper sounded slowly.


    "Qian''er, it was your father who hurt you... You shouldn''t be expelled from the capital..."


    "You shouldn''t go to the South... You shouldn''t go to the land of Guizhou..."


    At the end of the voice, it was almost sobbing, like a father forgiving before the statue.


    The sound of footsteps came from far to near, close to the door of the hall. The king of Tang wiped his tearful eyes slightly and put his hand on his forehead. He was still very sad.


    In the music, a figure slowly walked into the hall and picked up the scattered papers one by one.


    Until it was close to the desk, the figure stopped slowly, and sounded with a sad voice.


    "Your Majesty, life cannot be reborn. Take care of the dragon body."


    With a long sigh of relief, the king of Tang calmed down his sadness and raised his scarlet eyes.


    "Tang Hao, sit down."


    After that, the king of Tang slowly waved his hand and motioned Tang Hao to take his seat.


    The next moment, he lowered his head and rubbed the portrait in his eyes.


    Tang Hao frowned gently, put the portrait in his hand slowly on the seat next to him, looked at the sad figure on the hall, and his heart was very heavy.


    Mother and son are connected, and father and son are natural.


    Now that my shadow is gone, the loneliness brought by this deep pain can not be resolved in a word or two.


    Tang Hao knew that the man who supported the Tang Dynasty did not fall down. It was already an idea in his heart.


    Just imagine, watching relatives leave one by one and staying alone in such a big palace, I always want glory, but I don''t even have a family who can speak.


    How can ordinary people tolerate this feeling?


    Perhaps in ordinary families, you can have the comfort of relatives and friends, walk through the streets and drift between the earth. Maybe it''s like a wanderer at the end of the world, a sword and a pot of wine, free and easy, and a home all over the world.


    However, the king of the Tang Dynasty was different. He carried the safety of the people of the Tang Dynasty, the peep of four strong enemies, and the dream of revitalizing the Tang Dynasty.


    He can only hold his teeth and stick to it.


    Perhaps in countless dreams, he will be awakened by his wife separated by Yin and Yang. You may recall the sound and appearance of the emperor''s severe lesson, or you may be awakened by the helpless eyes of your late child.


    For some reason, Tang Hao looked at the high figure and felt a touch of compassion in his heart.


    Between the confused thoughts, the king of Tang gently picked up the picture in front of him and murmured.


    "Qian''er is a sensible child. Since I can remember, I''ll let the teacher follow me around..."


    "At that time, I saw few opportunities for him... When he left, he always held my leg and asked me when I would come again... To play with him."


    "Maybe I''m too hard on him... Other princes can play, but he can only practice with all kinds of books, just because he is my eldest son and the future king of the Tang Dynasty..."


    Talking about this, the king of Tang raised the corner of his sleeve, wiped the red eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.


    Slowly put down the portrait in his hand, and the king of Tang continued.


    "Harsh childhood, unfortunate leg disease, exile to barren Qianzhou... Qian''er didn''t seem to have a good day in his life."


    Hearing the deep remorse from a father, Tang Hao couldn''t bear it. He frowned and said slowly.


    "Your Majesty doesn''t have to blame yourself for coming like wind and rain and going like dust in autumn."


    "I once heard an eminent monk teach me that the suffering of this life is for the smooth path of the next life. Maybe in that Western bliss, he will be happy if he inherits it."


    Hearing Tang Hao''s words, the king of Tang twisted a bitter smile on his face, which was very embarrassing.


    "Anyone can understand the truth in the world, but the person who really understands it has geometry?"


    "When can Buddha transform himself when he crosses others?"


    At this point, the king of the Tang Dynasty trembled, flushed and coughed violently.


    Looking at the king of Tang who seemed unable to stop coughing, Tang Hao got up slowly and a touch of worry flashed on his face.


    "Your Majesty."


    He took a step forward between his words and wanted to help the figure sitting in front of the point.


    The king of Tang covered his mouth and nose, waved his hands again and again, coughed for a while, and then stopped.


    Gasping for a moment, he said quietly.


    "It won''t get in the way."


    "My body, I have my own discretion."


    "It''s just that these changes are pressing on my heart, like a thousand gold boulders in my heart, which is stuffy and blocked!"


    A good doctor of physical diseases is hard to get rid of heart diseases.


    It is not easy to untie a person''s heart knot.


    Just like the king of the Tang Dynasty, there are royal changes inside and the great dream of the unification of the Tang Dynasty outside. Both are two mountains pressing on the heart of the king of the Tang Dynasty.


    People have passed away, this sadness will naturally fade with the precipitation of time.


    But the powerful enemy of Datang is only one.


    The unification of the great dream and the victory over the king of Qin and the emperor of Han are the heart knot of the king of Tang.