Canglan Empress

Chapter 793
"If I go down in history forever, how can I miss your strong ink next to my name?" Yaohua smiled and said calmly, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether I go down in history forever, as long as we can be worthy of the world and the For the people of the world, they are worthy of that dragon chair."

A pair of emperors with broken sleeves... Even without the backdrop of great achievements, they will leave a strong mark in history.

The world likes gossip about anecdotes, and the relationship between emperors and emperors has always been full of mystery, which can most arouse people's curiosity and even excavate their mentality.

But Yaohua doesn't care how future generations will evaluate his feelings, he only knows that he is seeking his own government in his place.

As long as he sits on the dragon chair for a day, what he does is worthy of the common people in the world.

Others, let future generations comment, he will not take it to heart.

As for his thoughts, Rong Jin is obviously clear in his heart, perhaps he has long seen through Yaohua's wanton and free and easy heart that is fearless and worldly hidden under the appearance of elegance and elegance.

Most people in the world value reputation, so do emperors, loyal ministers, and gentlemen.

However, in many cases, because of too much emphasis on reputation, a pedantic, even stubborn, pedantic state is formed.

The world's emphasis on reputation has also directly led to the emergence of some hypocrites.

And Yaohua is obviously different from those people.

He lives real.

He never cared about the world's views, never focused on maintaining his reputation, everything he did was what he thought he should do, and what he wanted to do in his heart.

Otherwise, let alone five years, even 50 years, he would never allow himself to bear the reputation of a broken sleeve.

"Report to the emperor." Xiao Luozi, the chief executive who just took office, stood outside and reported, "The servant has conveyed the order, and all the adults have gone back."

After these words fell, a lazy sneer came from the inner hall: "I thought you had a lot of backbone, so you can't kneel anymore?"

Xiao Luozi was slightly startled, and realized that it was not the voice of the new emperor, but the man who was named regent who accompanied the new emperor's ascension to the throne—the former Ninth Prince of Northern Qi Dynasty.

"I gave them the steps, and they went down naturally." Yaohua said lightly, "You think they are as strong as you were back then."

As soon as these words came out, there was a strange silence in the inner hall.

Then, as if remembering something, a nostalgic smile appeared on Rong Jin's lips: "Yes, I dared to pluck the hair from the tiger's mouth back then."

I still remember that time when he played chess with Yaohua, he boldly proposed that if he won, he would ask Yaohua to sleep with him once.

Knowing that it is impossible to win, but talking cheaply, just to challenge Yaohua's temper, even if he earns himself a tragic lesson, he is not afraid.

Looking back now after a few years, Rong Jin deeply felt that he was really not afraid of death at that time.

During those few months, he always took pleasure in provoking Yao Yao, and was often beaten until he was bedridden, not to mention being punished to kneel down.

He was a majestic prince, even his own father rarely knelt in the Northern Qi Dynasty, but here in Yaohua, his knees were worn down as if he had lost his bones, leaving no pride at all.

Compared with him at that time, this civil and military official today is nothing compared to the big witch.

Yaohua followed his black hair, and said in a careless tone, "I'm a tiger?"

Rong Jin was slightly stunned, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and kissed his lips deeply: "No, you are my god."

(End of this chapter)