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Xiao Ziyun put a column of incense on all the tablets one by one. Finally, he went to his tablet and took it down: "although I am reincarnated, I am Xiao Ziyun. This tablet can be thrown away."

"Throw, throw." No matter what Xiao Ziyun said, the emperor promised.

Zhao Huaide took the tablet away.

Xiao Ziyun sat where he used to like to sit and looked at Gu Qiancheng: "Qiancheng, my mother remembered that once you were so hungry that you cried. My mother struggled and cooked you a bowl of pimple soup. At that time, you said it was the best pimple soup."

"Yes, I'll never forget it." Gu Qiancheng said, his eyes couldn't help getting hot. It was a bowl of soup made by his mother before she died.

Xiao Ziyun smiled tenderly and asked with tears in his eyes, "future, will my mother make you another bowl?"

"OK..."

Xiao Ziyun went to the small kitchen of Ziyun Pavilion, and Zhao Huaide made a fire for her.

Xiao Ziyun skillfully mixed noodles, put soup and added an egg.

"Mother, do you want to put some meat?" Zhao Huaide asked.

"There was no meat then! I just want to make a bowl of pimple soup to make Qiancheng completely believe that I'm back. " Xiao Ziyun grabbed his face bit by bit: "after I finished this bowl of soup, I died the next day. I must have a hard future."

"After the empress left, the king's aunt took him home, didn't give him food or drink, and abused him. Later, he ran away, met old Xuanji, learned martial arts, and came back to the capital. He was cheated by his aunt to sell him as a waiter. Fortunately, he met the emperor."

"At that time, the emperor recognized the future at a glance?"

"Yes, the fate between father and son is doomed." Zhao Huaide said with emotion.

Xiao Ziyun smiled bitterly, "do you know why I was there?"

"Why?" Zhao Huaide asked puzzled.

"Because it was the prince who found me. He wanted to use me to alienate the feelings between the emperor and future. He also secretly took me into the palace and asked the queen to train me. That's why I had the chance to see you."

"The queen and the prince have done a good deed."

"Just imagine, if I were not Xiao Ziyun, with the emperor's character of valuing friendship, the consequences..."

Zhao Huaide thought for a moment and couldn't help shivering: "lying in the trough, there will be a division between the emperor and the Lord at that time, and with the Lord's character, he will never recognize a person who can't say anything as a mother!"

"So, these are all opportunities. Grandma Meng didn't let me drink Meng Po soup because she saw that I was too bitter. Moreover, people have to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, otherwise they won't get any good when they die."

"Your mother is right." Zhao Huaide agrees with this sentence.

The emperor and Gu Qiancheng stood outside and heard their dialogue. The father and son looked at each other and didn't say anything.

The pimple soup was soon ready, and Xiao Ziyun came to Gu Qiancheng.

Gu Qiancheng sat down and drank a mouthful of soup. Then his tears fell down: "Mom..."

"Hey!" Xiao Ziyun hugged Gu Qiancheng, and the mother and son cried bitterly.

Zhao Huaide stood aside and cried. The two women were too bitter. If the mother didn't die at the beginning, even if she was lying in bed, the Lord also had a person who cared. It wouldn't be so miserable when he was a child!

And all this is the Queen's fault!

The emperor walked out with tears in his eyes. He sat on the outside steps and thought of his previous incompetence.

Zhao Huaide came over and comforted, "emperor, things are over. Let's look forward."

"But I really......" the emperor blamed himself for so many years. It's really hard to get out.

"It's over, it's over." In addition to such comfort, Zhao Huaide really didn't know what to say.