widowed with sickness

Although he didn't say anything, the emperor tried his best to relax his strength.But he doesn't actually know how to wash people's hair—it's obvious—and besides, the general is away on an expedition, so how can he have the time to take care of his hair?Last night it was again... This long hair is tangled, which is far beyond the emperor's ability.

The general was not unhappy about it.In fact, the emperor washed his hair with his own hands. This knowledge has already made the general want to go to heaven.What's more, the two of them had such a fight before... Does this mean that His Majesty is not angry with me anymore?

The general knew that he couldn't always think of the best, but he still couldn't help but be tempted by this possibility.

However, although the general endured it without saying a word, the emperor still understood his craft from his slightly twitching facial muscles—not to mention, the conspicuous bruise on the general's shoulder, complaining bitterly about the emperor's violent behavior.

Frustrated, he let go of the tangled hair, and the emperor's fingertips circled around the bruise but did not dare to touch it, and complained in a low voice, not without regret: "Don't you know how to hide?" , what if it hits the head?

The general felt sore, he pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "I...I feel ashamed."

The emperor also felt bad.

In fact, he was overwhelmed by anger for a moment, and after calming down a little, he understood that the general really had nothing to do to him.

Throughout the ages, how many people can refuse the throne right in front of them?Even the emperor himself, he just didn't want to be a puppet at the beginning - no matter how many excuses there are for the country and the people, the emperor also knows that he can't give up the dragon chair now.

But the general refused, every time without hesitation.

"Then what," the emperor said hesitantly, embracing the general from behind, "I'm not mad at you...well, sorry..."

"Your Majesty!" The general exclaimed, and wanted to turn around, but felt a heavy weight on his neck, and the warm breath of the emperor lingered in his ear.

"What you said before... I will discuss it with the prime minister, and I won't embarrass you."

"His Majesty--"

The general was about to defend himself, but was interrupted by the emperor: "I already have an idea, just ask the prime minister to improve it...don't worry."

Countless emotions are stuck in the stomach and cannot be vented, and the language is particularly weak at this time.The general racked his brains, and in the end he could only utter one sentence: "Your Majesty..."

The emperor gently placed a kiss on the general's sharp-edged face, and said firmly but tenderly: "If you don't fail me, I will never fail you."

After watching the emperor leave in a daze, the general suddenly pinched his thigh hard.

Well, it hurts.

It's not a dream.

He felt his eyes sour, couldn't help but blinked, blinked again, and finally buried his face in the water.

The boy bleeds without tears.