The muscles on Zixiao Pavilion master's face throbbed, and the blue veins on his forehead exploded. It was hard to say whether he was angry or resentful.

The expression of a face is ever-changing.

Chu Shaoyang looked at him and shook his head again: "no, I don't want to be the second father emperor. Your face now is too terrible."

Zixiao Pavilion master glared at him and could not say a word.

"Mirror, I want a mirror!" He suddenly hissed and roared.

Chu Shaoyang looked at him quietly and stood still.

Do you want a mirror Zixiao Pavilion master roared again.

Chu Shaoyang sighed.

"No, father."

"No, I want to see, I want to see!" Zixiao Pavilion master's eyes are red.

"Well, please wait for a moment. I'll be back when I go." Chu Shaoyang takes another look at Zixiao Pavilion master and turns to walk out of the stone prison.

Zixiao Pavilion master's eyes stare at the top of the stone slab, breathing.

Scenes of decades passed through his mind.

When he was a child, when he was young, after he ascended the throne, he was full of energy, his ambition, his ambition

I can see it all.

No, how can such a self be ugly!

Absolutely impossible!

"Father, mirror."

Chu Shaoyang soon returned and took back a bronze mirror covered with dust. He first brushed the dust off the mirror with his sleeve, and then sent it to the Zixiao Pavilion master.

But he did not want to see his father's face again.

Zixiao Pavilion master's eyes lit up. He suddenly regained a trace of spirit when he was dying. He did not know where the strength came from. He suddenly sat up, grabbed the mirror from Chu Shaoyang's hand and looked into the mirror.

I saw a face full of blood and dust in the mirror, with deep wrinkles on the corners of the eyes and forehead, and a mess of white hair. It was blood and mud. It was not as dirty as a beggar.

And that face, that face

Zixiao Pavilion master's hand began to shake.

Is that face full of ferocity, malice, resentment, anxiety, anger and pain really my own face?

Chu Shaoyang said it was right. His face was full of all the ugly expressions in the world. He was so ugly that he didn't want to see it again.

This Is this really yourself?

When did you become so ugly?

Zixiao Pavilion master's hand shaking more and more.

Suddenly, he smashed the mirror out.

"Liar! liar! All liars

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! It's not me, it's not me

"No..."

He gave a final roar.

Before the word "I" was finished, the voice stopped suddenly.

He was still sitting upright, his eyes wide open, and he had stopped breathing.

Chu Shaoyang's face is still calm, can not see what expression.

There is no sadness, no pain, no anger.

If there is, it is the pity that his eyes flash away.

"Father, you are tired. Take a good rest. Now, you can finally have a peaceful sleep."

His palm fell on the eyes of the Zixiao Pavilion master. When he lifted it up again, the Zixiao Pavilion master had already closed his eyes.

"Father, I will not become the second you. Because I have fully figured out, you have been high, once had everything, but when it comes to the head, what else do you have? You have nothing. Because you have never really loved a woman. In your eyes, a woman is just a plaything and a tool that can be used. But I am different. I have a woman I love. I just want to be with her, leave the palace, leave the lake, find a place with beautiful scenery, and live a peaceful life with her. For this, I can do nothing and nothing. "

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