Luo Jia dared not turn back.

The body is stiff.

How many years have it been??

He has seen him in the dark - when he was sick, he has seen him, and for him, he has been begging Fangfei! He has seen him when he was the loneliest, and he has also seen him when he was the most arrogant... when he was the happiest time

!

Especially when he got his son for the first time and when he first conferred Honger as the crown prince.

This young man once made him feel alienated—

It seems that it is not his son—

Almost forgot that I had such a son.

Unexpectedly, he got old overnight.

Even though he couldn't see it, he could feel it.

My son is older, even older than himself.

Because of his breath.

Because of his kneeling on the ground.

Even the cool breeze in the mountains.

Even his silent peace of praying for forgiveness.

His heart was shocked!

Someone is begging for themselves!!!

What is for??

He knew the outcome of this war.

Not good or bad.

To a certain extent, Emperor Hongwen also achieved his goal.

Not worthy of inferiority or weakness.

So, what makes him so soft?

Luo Jia dared not turn back.

Never looked back.

His heart beat faster than his son's - even more at a loss.

Because he never imagined that the father and son would meet again like this - in the past, he didn't even dare to think about it.

I have never dared to take it to my heart.

Even Emperor Hongwen dared not.

He didn't dare to speak either.

The mouth is bitter and astringent, just like my own mood.

All are full of nervous fear and horror.

It seems like an invisible oppression.

The king, the minister, the minister, the father, the son, the son - this is a more serious and deeper emotion than this. It is so strong that he doesn't know how to clarify his own ideas.

He just knelt on the ground.

In the forest, the mountain wind blows, and it is surprisingly quiet.

He kneeled in a light military uniform.

He stood in a Taoist robe.

Both of them were very stiff.

But they never saw each other's faces.

I don't know how long it took, but Luo Jia felt that his legs were so stiff.

He has never experienced such an embarrassing time in his life - he would rather not stand here!

I would rather never stand here like this!

I would rather not have such a reunion.

However, he was numb.

I don’t know if it’s numb from excitement or despair.

Gradually, I could only hear my son's breathing.

Gasping like a bellows.

It's like a dying patient.

His heart trembled.

Want to go over and see his face.

However, the hat stopped his sight.

Reason prevented his emotions.

Because his son breathed so much - he was even more afraid to look at him - as long as he didn't see himself, he still had a glimmer of hope.

That was not the joy of father and son reunion, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He dared not take such a risk.

Even in despair, I dare not.

A dead person shouldn't be scary when he is alive.

Even, I dare not listen to my son's weak breathing sound - no, absolutely not!

It seems to be an explanation!

At this moment, he suddenly became angry - angry and heartbroken because of fear.

Coward, this coward!

The child is so young.

Fangfei is a woman.

He just wanted to leave it alone??

Luo Jia gritted his teeth, turned his head and left.

Always turned his back to his son.

The hat trembled slightly.

It seemed like I never knew that there was such a man kneeling behind me.

Even from the corner of my eyes, I couldn't see my son's haggardness.

He left, like a Taoist priest in the mountains and forests; like a carefree and careless wild crane.

I didn't even hear my son's sobs on his knees.

Emperor Hongwen knelt on the ground for a long time, and did not look up at him.

His face touched the grass on the ground, and even some mud and sand were shaved on his face, rustling with a faint smell of blood.

But he was relieved, as if he was relieved.

"Father...please take care of them in the future!"

"They are the only ones!"

...

I don’t know if he said this or was hidden in his heart.

He was pious and suddenly felt very, very relaxed in an instant.

His eyes were a little dazed.

Just like when I was young, I was childish and my father was heroic.

In his mind, the father is the greatest hero and hero in the world and the most capable man. Nothing in the world can stump him.

He always thought so.

And, so proud.

Just like Honger’s feelings for herself.

At this time, Fang realized that he loved his father so much!

Such a love!

There has never been such a relationship between father and son in his life.

As long as the father is here, everything is worry-free.
To be continued...