Jealousy is a weed that spreads in the human heart, a poison that erodes human nature and health.

In the face of his father Zhao Hongyin's step-by-step guidance, Zhao Kuangyin already understood. When his father asked, he almost didn't think about it, so he opened his mouth and replied: "The dragon chair is just a chair, and it has the same function as the usual chair, not the lotus platform of the Buddha! Whoever it is, as long as you can grab it!"

Seeing his father's smile, he further exerted: "People in this world are like beasts in the jungle, whoever is stronger is the king. In the officialdom, if you are a higher official, your words count; in society, if you have a hard fist, others will obey you! What kind of God-given wealth and nobility are just fooling people into accepting it! Princes and princes have a kind of Xiangning?"

Zhao Hongyin laughed when he heard this, stood up, caressed his shoulder lovingly, and praised: "At a young age like yours, you can already understand this level, which is indeed rare since ancient times! I am proud to have such a smart and intelligent son!"

From that moment on, Zhao Kuangyin's consciousness made a qualitative leap. He is no longer satisfied with the victory or defeat of a fight, and has begun to build the identity of a young overlord in Bianjing; he is no longer indulged in the pursuit of specific desires such as getting a good horse or a good woman, but regards being the biggest official and holding the greatest power as his lifelong goal. He began to understand that with power, everything would be like a bag and a hand.

If you can't be a dragon in the sky, let's first be a snake on the ground! He believes that the overlord of the snake on the ground is the most similar to the imperial status of the symbol of the "dragon," except that one territory is smaller and the other territory is larger.

However, at this moment, facing the dragon chair, he froze, he was stunned by extreme inferiority!

Although this one will not be better than the one on the Jinluan Palace, although there are many such chairs in the palace that are only for the emperor to sit on, but only this one, I am afraid that the value is already ten thousand taels of silver!

"Damn, I'm afraid all the gold, silver and jewelry in my family are not enough to buy a chair like this, right?

He suddenly understood, and smiled bitterly: "You can't buy a handful, you can't buy half a handful! Because no one dares to do it privately, no one dares to sell it privately, and no one dares to buy it privately! The 'dragon' represents the Son of Heaven, and its pattern is the emperor's exclusive use, and the common people's chairs can only be carved with oxen, horses, and dogs, and carving a dragon is the crime of killing the head! It cannot be bought with money, and no matter how much silver there is, it cannot be bought, and it cannot be bought, and it can only be seized by force! It is a symbol of status and power. Whoever sits on it will be at the pinnacle of power, nobility, fortune, and wisdom! Whoever sits on it will be able to own the wealth of the world for himself, he will be able to choose the beauties of the world for his own play, and he will be able to choose the treasures of the world as his own special offerings; and he will be admired by everyone, worshiped by all, praised by all the people, and left a name for the ages!"

A wave of jealousy arose.

Jealousy is a poison that destroys human nature and health.

Zhao Kuangyin's jealousy began to swell when her mother had a younger brother Zhao Kuangyi.

"Let my brother eat first!"

"Let my brother drink first!"

"Let my brother play first!"

"Let my brother sit first!"

"You're the big brother, you should let him!"

"You're older than him, what are you fighting with him for?"

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Such a rebuke often whispered in his ears, and he was annoyed to death and hated to death!

He hated his younger brother, so he bullied the weak, and often beat Zhao Kuangyi to grin and cry, but he always got more severe reprimands from his parents, and even scolded angrily.

He felt that his brother was simply a robber, robbing him of a benefit that belonged entirely to him, and ending his good life of being a loner at home.

He is always entangled, begging for "justice", competing and comparing with his younger brothers and sisters, and when he fails to achieve his goal, he will sprinkle and cry. He even deliberately retaliated by setting up stumbling blocks to make his younger siblings fall, lied to his younger siblings so that they could make things wrong and messed up, and even shared them with his younger siblings, but they just quietly destroyed things that his younger siblings also liked, in order to relieve his anger.

As he grew older, he became more and more paranoid, always believing that he was capable and deserving of anything above anyone, and that if someone got in his way, he would get entangled and feel that he had been treated "unfairly" that could not be tolerated.

At this moment, in the face of the real, huge, and insurmountable gap with Emperor Liu Chengyou, the paranoid jealousy in his heart was like a derailed sports car, rushing off the cliff, "boom", turning into a raging fire and burning in his chest.

"I am grass, how can Liu Chengyou be virtuous? On martial arts, he can't move a gun or a knife, and he has to be supported by someone when he walks; he can't write poems or write papers, and he can't write them, and he also signs them on behalf of others. A man who has grown to 18 years old is still a marionette of his mother, Empress Li, and his uncle, Li Ye! When he heard that his father was about to die, he passed him on the dragon chair, and he was so frightened that his tongue stuck out two and a half inches and did not dare to go forward. My mother and uncle are good at persuasion, so they dare to enter the palace. In the face of his father's will, he fell to the ground and cried: 'Daddy, if you die, how can you teach your son to give birth well!'

The comparison with Emperor Liu Chengyou shattered the arrogance of Zhao Kuangyin's head snake. He was so inferior that he was ashamed of himself: I thought that my house was luxurious enough, but compared to the incompetent Liu Chengyou, who came to play with the imperial hook rail, it was simply a slum; I thought that I had enough silver in my family, but compared to Liu Chengyou's wealth in the world, it was like a flower child; I thought that my mahogany chair cost more than 20 taels of silver, which should be the best in Bianjing, but compared to this dragon chair, it was a pile of rotten firewood; I thought that if I raised my arms, dozens of buddies would come, but compared to Emperor Liu Chengyou, it was not as good as a fart！

He looked at the chair and thought of his father. My father hung up on his lips early every morning, and the so-called "Shangchao" who was extremely proud turned out to be in front of such a chair and "kowtowed" to a straw bag like Liu Chengyou!

He didn't dare to imagine that the biggest official in his mind since he was a child, in front of the whole family and his subordinates, his incomparably majestic father lay his head on the ground, kicked his ass into the sky, and shouted "Long live, long live, long live, long live!"

The collapse of the father figure in his heart made him even more jealous. He felt humiliation and trembled with resentment. He felt that the carved dragon on the chair was alive, and it was waving its teeth and claws at him. He kicked the dragon chair viciously, and before he could get rid of his hatred, he jumped up and stepped on it with both feet.

"I'm grass, it's weirdly sturdy!" he cried out mischievously.

Shi Shouxin and Wang Xianqi only looked around and didn't notice the change in Zhao Kuangyin's mood.

When Wang Xianqi heard Zhao Kuangyin shouting, he glanced back, and said in his heart: "That chair is all high-grade boxwood, and it is made by top carpenters, can it not be strong?

Shi Shouxin was looking at the decoration on the wall, and when he heard Zhao Kuangyin shouting, he only squinted his eyes and said in his heart: "That chair is full of treasures, and every place is a fine art, how can it be evaluated by whether the folk wooden pier is strong or not?

Zhao Kuangyin saw that the two of them didn't react, and felt so lost, so he had to shout: "Alas, you two come here!"

"Big brother, what are your orders?" Wang Xianqi ran over and asked.

"What is this? When the bed is too small, the seat is too big!" Zhao Kuangyin jumped off the dragon chair, pointed with his toes, and pretended to be confused and derogatory.

"There's a backrest, a seat, a chair ring, it's a chair! It's just a little bigger!" Shi Shouxin didn't understand why Zhao Kuangyin didn't even know the chair.

"It's more than three feet wide, is it just bigger?, whose ass is so fat?" Zhao Kuangyin said mockingly.

"Of course it's the emperor! With such a valuable seat, who else can afford to sit on it!" Shi Shouxin gently stroked the back of the dragon chair and said enviously.

"What about the embroidered piers on these two sides?" Zhao Kuangyin continued to ask.

"The minister should be sitting. Wang Xianqi pressed an embroidered pier, wanted to sit but didn't dare to sit and said.

Shi Shouxin said: "That's not necessarily, it may also be sitting with the emperor's concubines." ”

Wang Xianqi touched a pearl on the dragon chair and argued: "The emperor is here to listen to songs, watch dances and play with beautiful women, will he bring a concubine?

Shi Shouxin pushed Wang Xianqi's hand away to stop him from picking and touching, and said: "Don't you see that there are a lot of sedan chairs parked at the gate of Goolan Courtyard on the street, and many people are taking their wives and young ladies together!"

"Didn't you just say that the imperial hook fence is for the emperor's use, and it is different from the folk hook fence?" Wang Xianqi just wanted to see if the pearl was embedded in it or not, and it had no intention of destroying it, but he was stopped by Shi Shouxin, and he was unhappy in his heart, and he opened his mouth to contradict it.

Zhao Kuangyin asked knowingly, the purpose was to provoke a complaint of ridicule and derogation of the dragon chair, in order to vent the fire of jealousy in his heart, but he didn't expect that the two fools not only did not cooperate, but showed a look of envy. The jealousy in his heart was difficult to alleviate, and he only held back his face and neck:

"Okay! Don't argue! Just know that this is the emperor's special dragon chair, an embroidered pier that only ministers can sit on!" Zhao Kuangyin stopped the argument between the two, and instead pointed to the bells and drums on the walls on both sides, and said knowingly: "What are the bells and drums hanging in the east and west corridors for?"

"The east corridor hangs the dragon and phoenix drum, and the west corridor hangs the Jingyang bell. I heard a legend that because the emperor came from time to time, he specially set up this bell and drum to spread the news. When the emperor came, the bells and drums were beaten, and the female musicians went upstairs to wait. I've heard that the people who appear are all big names at home and abroad. If you play a small supporting role, you will have to pay about seventy or eighty times for the ticket price! It's a pity that we don't have the qualifications to enjoy it!" Shi Shouxin said enviously.

"I heard that the priceless treasure and palm bead that came from the Southern Tang Dynasty are so fascinating! I sing well, dance well, and make an appearance of thousands of taels of silver, and the emperor is happy, and all the treasures of the treasury are rewarded. I heard that a little eunuch begged for a priceless treasure to sign a fan, and the fan was auctioned for 2,000 taels of silver!

"Sign your name in the face and make sure you sell it for more money!" Shi Shouxin joked.

Wang Xianqi didn't feel embarrassed: "Okay, as long as she signs, I won't wash my face in this life." I use my face to make money, whoever gives two cents at a glance can earn ten taels of silver a day!"

"It's a pity, I'm afraid it's difficult for us to have that qualification in this life!" Shi Shouxin sighed.

"What you think is noble, I will demean it; what you think you can't do, I want to do it!" This is the method of ordinary people to elevate themselves, and it is also Zhao Kuangyin's deliberate hype.

Zhao Kuangyin saw that Wang Xianqi and Shi Shouxin had fallen into a deep inferiority complex, and said with a smile: "Why don't you let the actor sign his name, what's so difficult about this? Shouxin, you go to hit the bell! Xianqi, you go to beat the drums! I will sit on the dragon chair and see if those female musicians come?"

For more information, see the next episode: Perverted self-esteem.