Chapter 828

Feng Sujinrao was prepared, or was shocked by the photos in front of him.

She looked at the people in front of King Guoying and the Queen. One was a standing little boy who looked five or six years old, so beautiful.

There is also a baby child, held by the queen.

The family of four looked so warm.

Even just looking at the photos, I can't bear to disturb such a warm and touching scene.

At a glance, you can see how loving and loving this family of four is, and you can see how loving the King and Queen Guoying are.

The photo next to them is a photo of the two of them. When they looked at each other, the emotion was revealed in their eyes.

When Feng Sujin thought that such people were gone, her heart was very sad, she was unwilling to think about it, and she was unwilling to accept such a fact.

She remembered that the king and queen of Guoying died in a coup.

If... if she guessed right, this little boy is Jun Mohan when he was a child.

Feng Sujin's throat choked, "This is you, right?"

Jun Mohan hasn't looked up the photos for a long time, because it will make him fall into the good memories of childhood, and he can't help but think of the fire and the blood that night.

No matter what kind of memory it is, it is painful to recall.

If he had to tell A Jin, Jun Mohan might not even read it again.

Seeing it again, Jun Mohan's eyes also turned red.

Those are his biological parents, and the memories of being around his parents in childhood are the warmest and happiest.

Jun Mohan said hoarsely: "Well, it's me, these are my biological parents, those are my biological younger brothers, but they all died in the coup."

Feng Sujin's heart pierced, "Such a small child..."

Jun Mohan closed his eyes in pain. His younger brother was only one year old at that time. He liked sticking to him the most at that time. He clearly just walked, but he liked to walk towards him staggeringly.

He would smile most brilliantly at him, and when he could speak, he would babble, "Brother...Brother..."

Just now, after more than 20 years, he still seemed to hear the clear shout, "Brother..."

However, at that time, he only cared about playing by himself, and did not spend much time with this younger brother.

Thinking of this, Jun Mohan couldn't bear it, and felt a little suffocated.

Feng Sujin felt that the aura on Jun Mohan's body was not right, she reached out and held his hand, "Mohan, that's all over, I'm still here, I'm by your side."

She was really worried that Jun Mohan would be immersed in the memory of the past and would go crazy.

Although she doesn't know exactly what happened in the past, coups are often accompanied by bloodshed and killing.

For such a young child, Feng Sujin felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"Few people know that such a small child was sacrificed in the coup d'état, right?"

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Jun Mohan's eyes, "That's because Guo Yong Jun Hou Lihen completely blocked the news. No one knew about it, or maybe everyone deliberately forgot it."

But his brother, he will not forget.

I had deliberately forgotten it before, but once I remembered it, it was really heartbreaking.

Looking at Jun Mohan like this, Feng Sujin was very uncomfortable, and had the urge to cry along with him. He was the son of Jun Guoying, so he was only five or six years old when the coup d'état happened, and he didn't know how he got here.

Feng Sujin couldn't imagine how a five- or six-year-old child could bear the impact of those darkness and killings.