Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Emperor Hirohito looked at the man in the newspaper, his eyes gradually becoming sharper, as if he wanted to see something deeper through the paper.

His eyes were fixed on He Daqing, trying to find some familiar features on He Daqing.

Although He Daqing has gained a lot of weight now, Hirohito can still vaguely recognize that this man is the ugly man with a flat face back then.

Hirohito's eyes seemed to be fixed, staring at He Daqing motionlessly, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

His eyes were full of suspicion and inquiry at first, but as time went on, they gradually became dull and lost their former brilliance.

Hirohito, who was originally full of energy, now seemed like a deflated ball, and his whole body was listless.

An unconcealable trace of vicissitudes appeared on Hirohito's face. If He Daqing had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed his eyes.

The Emperor Hirohito in front of him seemed like a different person, very different from his previous image.

It is hard to imagine why a person's mental outlook could change so drastically in an instant.

For the arrogant Emperor Hirohito, the proudest thing in his life was leading the Great Japanese Empire to invade China.

Under his leadership, the Japanese nation was united as one and together they performed a drama of a small snake swallowing an elephant.

In his inner world, although Japan was defeated, he, Emperor Hirohito, did not fail.

Emperor Hirohito always believed that Japan still had the strength to fight again.

If it weren't for those two atomic bombs, the situation of the war would have changed dramatically.

His name is Hirohito, he is Emperor Showa, and he is also the spiritual pillar of the great Japanese nation.

At this moment, he would rather live with humiliation and was even mentally prepared to be executed by the Americans.

However, he never expected that one day he would be pinned to the ground and trampled by those despicable and dirty Chinese pigs.

This shame is far worse than death.

As a member of the Japanese royal family, he has a deep and clear understanding of the world.

Those Western white people are nothing but barbarians who plagiarized Chinese civilization.

The great Japanese nation will never be corrupted by such primitive and barbaric civilization.

However, China is completely different. If China achieves revival, the Japanese nation will once again become a broken-back dog that worships the Chinese civilization.

In fact, they may be completely assimilated.

Just like the Tubo, Xianbei, Khitan, Shanyue and other ethnic groups that were once glorious in history, they gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

He Daqing looked at Hirohito in front of him and saw that his face was pale and his eyes were lifeless, and he couldn't help feeling a surge of pleasure in his heart.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile - a smile full of mockery and victory.

Because this is exactly what he expected to see:

The more pain Hirohito suffered, the more excited he became.

This old guy Hirohito once committed heinous crimes against the Chinese nation. The blood and suffering could never be made up for even if he died ten thousand times.

He Daqing's heart was filled with anger and hatred. He made a long nasal sound, "Ha~", and his voice revealed disdain and contempt.

Due to his long-term smoking habit, a thick, black, sticky phlegm accumulated in his throat.

Then, without hesitation, he spat out the phlegm that had been accumulating for many years with a "Pooh" sound, aiming directly at Emperor Hirohito's face.

With a crisp "paji" sound, the brown ball of accumulated phlegm hit Emperor Hirohito's forehead accurately and then slowly slid down.

Seeing this, He Daqing suddenly felt very happy and laughed heartily.

The laughter was full of pride and satisfaction.

He stared at Emperor Hirohito and said viciously:

"Ha ha!

Old man, if you want your two sons to live!

Just eat the sticky phlegm I spit on your face!"

There was an undisguised threat in his words, as if he was trying to force the other party into a desperate situation.

On Emperor Hirohito's forehead, a large pool of sticky phlegm slowly slid down like a disgusting worm crawling.

It flowed down Hirohito's face and gradually invaded his eye sockets.

Under the pull of gravity, the ball of phlegm was stretched and deformed, even extending to the corners of Emperor Hirohito's mouth.

Hirohito was almost going crazy. As a child of destiny, he had been of distinguished and honorable status since birth.

Even those Americans who seemed to be respectful to him on the surface did not dare to disrespect him easily.

However, now that he had suffered such a great humiliation, how could he swallow this?

He Daqing was very dissatisfied with Emperor Hirohito's indifference.

He was furious and yelled:

"Old man, you are really ignorant!

Well, let me teach you today how to be a sensible person!"

Before he finished speaking, he reached out without hesitation and gripped Hirohito's chin tightly.

With a little force, Hirohito's mouth was forced open.

Then, He Daqing gently tilted Hirohito's head so that the old phlegm could flow more smoothly into the mouth of Emperor Showa - His Majesty Hirohito.

At this moment, Hirohito's head was firmly grasped by He Daqing and he could not move at all.

He could only stare with wide eyes and watch the disgusting old phlegm slide down his cheeks and flow into his mouth unhindered.

It felt like countless bugs were crawling on his face, making his hair stand on end. But he was powerless and could only endure it silently.

That mouthful of phlegm full of the smell of tobacco oil gave Emperor Showa goose bumps all over his body.

His stomach was churning, but He Daqing was holding his chin.

Hirohito didn't even have the ability to move his mouth and spit out the phlegm.

He Daqing pinched Hirohito's mouth, patted Hirohito's heart kindly, and guided Hirohito to swallow the phlegm that had accumulated over the years.

Hirohito opened his eyes wide and felt the sticky phlegm flowing down his throat.

Only after Hirohito swallowed all the phlegm did He Daqing throw Hirohito to the ground.

Ignoring Hirohito who was scratching his throat to induce vomiting, He Daqing turned his gaze to the woman beside him and said with a smile:

“Queen Xiangjun!

Your Majesty swallowed the immortal drink and ate it alone.

But, I, He Daqing, am not a stingy person.

You, Queen Xiangchun, should also have a share of this immortal item!"

After hearing this, Empress Xiangjun hurriedly stepped back.

He Daqing was quick-witted and grabbed one of Queen Xiangchun's feet.

Empress Xiangjun was dragged over like a dead dog.

He pinched Empress Xiangjun's chin with one hand and applied a little force. Empress Xiangjun felt pain and opened her mouth wide.

He Daqing let out a “Ha~” sound.

A mouthful of sticky phlegm came out of his throat.

A sound of "Puh~".

Spit it into Queen Xiangchun's mouth.

He Daqing uttered "Pooh" several times in a row until his mouth was dry and his tongue was parched. Only then did he stop.