Before stepping into Fengyang Palace, Qin Zheng could faintly hear the laughter coming from inside. When people in Fengyang Palace saw him coming, they presented gifts one after another. The maid-in-waiting was about to report to them, but Qin Zheng stopped them one step ahead. Qin Zhengbing retired the imperial secretary around him, approaching in the direction of laughter step by step, walked for a while, but stopped. Through the open window, he can clearly see the situation inside. Head there, his younger brother Qin Hang was cuddling in his mother's arms, dancing and saying something. Although he didn't really hear it, he knew that his younger brother was very happy to coax his mother. When he saw his mother's smiling face, his heart was inexplicably lost. For him, this sense of loss has appeared countless times,and every time it didn't come to an end. When he was born, he was made a prince, and Qin Zheng's growth was always smooth. Apartwww.jm136.com from his father and mother, he was the most distinguished person in this dynasty, but sometimes he envied his younger brother more-he never felt pampered from his mother like his younger brother. Sometimes he thinks, if he was born one year later and became a younger brother, maybe he is the www.xingbolong.com one who is tired of being spoiled by his mother now? His mind suddenly remembered the beginning of babbling, and his mother warned him for several years: as the future king, he must be strong.
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