After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

Chapter 336

When we are young, we don't understand the music of sorrow.

We just think it's lively.

Later, when we hear the first drum beat, our eyes turn red.

Because the last time you experienced the saddest thing, this was the background music.

Music itself has no emotion; it's the listener who has feelings.

There are very few times when an emperor pursuing immortality, the greatest in the world, can truly feel sad and shed tears.

Even when hearing about his son's death, his tears seem staged.

But listening to this song makes him cry uncontrollably, feeling it deeply.

Human emotions and desires.

Sadness is one of them.

Indispensable.

Because after sadness, there will be a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

If the sadness part is missing, then the sense of happiness and satisfaction will also be very little.

Emotions complement each other, none can be lacking.

After listening to a solemn and dignified concert, The Emperor cried.

The palace maids and eunuchs trembled a little.

They thought, "We made The Emperor cry, will someone die for this?"

But they didn't expect The Emperor to cry until his nose turned red.

Yet he still affectionately patted Jiang Er.

The depressing and painful emotions were expressed, discharged, and he felt clear-headed and much better.

In this world, no one dares to make The Emperor unhappy anymore.

But he still gets upset easily; he's a person with severe internal emotional consumption.

Paranoid, overthinking.

Listening to this song makes him want to cry, tears flowing unstoppably, because the song allows him to find resonance, feeling as if someone is listening to his inner thoughts, and won't criticize him, letting him cry comfortably, expressing his emotions.

The palace maids and eunuchs trembled.

The Emperor sniffled and said in a nasal voice, "Well sung, reward them!"

Eunuch Yan had already been crying uncontrollably.

Jiang Er also cried with tears in his eyes.

Crying together.

The great actors shed tears like rain.

If you can't cry, think about your past, and you'll be able to cry.

When others are crying and you're not, it makes you seem cold-hearted.

After listening, The Emperor went to rest.

He didn't say much more.

But intimacy +10, favorability +10.

Crying together is like visiting prostitutes or being in prison together, it's something that can really bring people closer.

After giving The Emperor an emotional outlet, Jiang Changtian knew when to stop and left with his people.

The band members didn't know what was going on, they didn't dare to ask, but they received generous rewards.

Feeling like they could pass it down for generations, they excitedly followed their master back.

At home, Cong Brother, who wouldn't change his expression even if a mountain collapsed on him, sat seriously in front of Princess Huiyun. Princess Huiyun had finally finished telling the story carefully.

But when she saw his eyes were red, as if he had been crying, she suddenly felt worried.

She carefully asked, "Is there something troubling you? Did someone bully you?"

Jiang Changtian shook his head: "No, no one bullied me. I just thought about mother waiting for me at home when I got off work, and felt happy."

Princess Huiyun was suddenly struck by her son's words, feeling very guilty and ashamed.

She stayed because she wanted to hear the story, not for any other reason.

Fortunately, fortunately, she stayed.

If she had left, how heartbroken would her son be when he came back and didn't see her?

Princess Huiyun internally criticized herself eight hundred times.

Winter days get dark early.

The family had dinner early too.

After dinner, it wasn't actually very late, barely six o'clock.

Mianmian's family gathered around a stove, brewing tea, roasting some dates and fruits, very warm and fragrant.

This was a habit from Kan'er Village.

Back then, without a stove, they would just casually light a bonfire in the yard.

Under the starry night sky, the family gathered around the fire to warm their hands, which had its own kind of warmth.

Now, without her older brother and sister, but with Princess grandma and Cong Brother added.

The number of people remained constant.

Mianmian originally couldn't sleep and was chatting with Princess grandma. Thinking about the Princess Xuzhu in the story, she suddenly had a brain fart and thought of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" story.

Now, seeing Princess grandma's eager gaze... Cong Brother's focused stare on her...

Mianmian had no choice but to continue reluctantly.

She remembered the content from the TV series, and fortunately, she could speak more coherently now.

She recapped the story from the first episode.

Then the second episode.

When Princess Huiyun heard that Duan Yu fell off a cliff and actually fell into a cave, even finding two martial arts manuals for the Northern Darkness Divine Skill and Lingbo Microstep, her eyes widened.

And mother Qin Luoxia, hearing that there was actually a cave with martial arts manuals under the cliff, thought it was too far-fetched. She had been to many cliffs, and there was nothing like that.

Then they heard the story of Duan Yu getting entangled with several girls.

When they heard that Duan Yu wanted to see Miss Mu's face, and Miss Mu took off her veil to show him and then considered him her husband...

The story was full of twists and turns.

The listeners each had their own thoughts.

Jiang Changtian, hearing his daughter talk about this man, instinctively disliked him. He was too fickle. How could girls like this kind of man? It absolutely wouldn't do. He would need to strengthen some concept education in the future.

And about getting married just because someone saw your face, Jiang Changtian's palm hardened. What a ridiculous rule. If someone saw his daughter's face and wanted to marry her, he would gouge out that person's eyes! Hmph.

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Princess Huiyun, wearing a mask, felt a bit moved. When she and Jingjue first met, she was wearing a veil, which fell into Jingjue's hands...

Qin Luoxia wondered, are there really such martial arts? With so many people fighting back and forth, who is the strongest?

Cong Brother didn't think much, just carefully remembered the story, and also remembered the scene of the family gathered around the stove, Mianmian telling the story, and them listening.

For some reason, it just felt very good.

Just warm enough, just enough tea, just enough story, the dates just roasted to perfection.

This is probably what the New Year feels like.

A new year is about to come.

It will get better and better.

"Father, Happy New Year," Cong Brother said in his heart.

"Happy New Year," Cong Brother replied in his heart.