"Father, the old man knows! He knows everything!" King Cong was anxious and panicked, as if he was about to cry.

"What does he know? What does he know?" asked Lazily, bewildered by his unfinished words, yawning and lazily asking.

"Bai Sheng and Li's case, my father already knows that I did it!"

King Li's heart "chuckled", and he instantly fell asleep: "Is this true, the fourth brother, my father and the emperor know everything? All the details? All the participants?"

Where did the fourth brother get this information? Are you sure it's reliable?"

King Cong was already six gods and no master, and he hugged his head and was annoyed: "Why did you lose your mind in the first place, and you have to sit down for such a thing?" Now that the East Window incident has happened, I don't know what my father will do with me?"

What should I do, what should I do?" he squatted on the ground as he spoke.

Liwang pulled him up and said sharply, "Fourth brother, calm down!

Tell me, who sent this news to you?"

King Cong was a lot more sobered up by his voice, and said, "It's Deqing, one of the godsons of Chief Fu."

Today, he was serving tea in the imperial study, and overheard his father and the chief fuku chattering.

Later, he found an opportunity to leave the palace and told me in person. ”

"Can this person be trusted?"

"It's my people, the whole family is pinched in my hands, and they will never turn back. "The four princes are categorical.

King Li thought for a moment and said, "What did the father say about it?

King Cong nodded: "I know, Deqing has a good memory, and what he learned is the original words of his father." ”

"Fourth brother, tell the younger brother quickly. King Li urged.

King Cong began to try to remember what he had heard in the evening.

The Emperor sat in the imperial study, not glancing at the piles of recitals, and his gloomy face did not know what he was thinking.

Chief Fu glanced at the hour and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to eat." In which house is it today? The old slave told them to prepare. ”

"Dinner?" the emperor snorted coldly, "where can I still eat?

Chief Fu hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty is angry, take care of the dragon's body."

The prince is probably just confused for a while, and he will change it in the future. ”

"Change?" the emperor sneered, "His virtue, from childhood to adulthood, has been many years, and it has never changed." I didn't expect him to change for a long time.

I have so many sons, he is not angry, there is always a fight.

The more I looked, the more I felt that Sheng Er was good. I have suffered such a big grievance in the past few days, but I don't have the slightest resentment towards me in my heart, I am a sensible person, and I can distinguish the severity. The people around him are also loyal, and with a future concubine with great ability, it is definitely not far behind. Speaking of Bai Sheng, the emperor's mood seemed to be better, and he was quite relieved.

"His Royal Highness King Minzhang is reasonable, knowing that His Majesty is sometimes involuntarily unwilling, so naturally he will not have resentment. Seeing this, Chief Fu echoed the emperor's words.

"At the moment, he is the only one who is most in line with my heart. The rest, hum, can't even be mentioned.

Especially the fourth! I wasn't even disappointed when he did something like that.

It turns out that I have had no hope for him for a long time. Because he is still my son-in-law, I have to wonder if he is the son of me and the queen.

Although the queen lacks energy, she is shrewd and cautious. The fourth child was obviously brought up by her, and she spent a lot of thought, but she didn't even learn the slightest advantage of his mother.

How could I have grown such unclimatic waste?"

Mr. Fu couldn't accept such words, so he could only persuade without pain: "Your Majesty is angry, beware of being angry." ”

"Sheng Er was detained with such a stigma for no reason, and I have to give him an explanation for whatever I say.

It's just that the fourth child doesn't care about the feelings of brotherhood, and he doesn't care about the face of the royal family so much. I can't let him do that anymore, and I don't know what kind of mess I'm going to make in the future.

If this matter is not severely punished, I am really ashamed of my ancestors and ancestors. The Emperor said fiercely.

"Your Majesty thinks twice, this matter should still be considered in the long run. Mr. Fu was afraid that he would regret it in the future on his impulse, so he immediately persuaded him.

"Think about it in the long run?" the Emperor sighed, revealing a little weakness, "I have never treated him badly, and because of his status as a concubine, I am more or less partial to him.

He is the prince, the son of me, and now he has been crowned a king, and he is above 10,000 people under one person in Dayue.

What else is he not satisfied with?

Just because I've been kind to Sheng Er recently, I started to be resentful and jealous? Just because Sheng Er got the love of Yanran girl, I started a bad idea?

Did he ever think that even if Sheng'er was suppressed on the day when he had no future, I would not have the slightest change in his opinion.

Unless I only have one son left, otherwise, with what he does, as long as I have a breath left, I will never hand over the rivers and mountains of Dayue into his hands!"

Mr. Fu was shocked when he heard this.

The emperor punished him so much, it seems that King Cong is really hopeless.

"Fujiu, you can be regarded as watching the fourth child grow up. Tell me, are you surprised that he did such a thing? Is it unexpected? Or do you have a feeling of 'it is indeed him'?" the Emperor asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, the old slave remembers that when His Royal Highness King Cong was young, he was as cute as a dumpling, and he always liked to run after His Majesty, and he shouted 'Father' repeatedly, which made people's hearts melt. Mr. Fu recalled.

"Yes," the Emperor seemed to remember King Cong when he was a child, "At that time, I would never have imagined that this child would grow up to do such a thing.

People change. The fourth has changed, and it has long changed. ”

The emperor's words revealed a bit of bleakness.

His Majesty asked the old slave what he said, but the old slave couldn't answer. "Mr. Fu," the old slave felt that the county lord of Wenxi had a saying that was very right: Da Yue is His Majesty's Da Yue. ”

"Yes," the Emperor seemed to think of something, "I am still sitting in this seat, and he is already so impatient."

If one day he feels that I am in his way, will he also find a way to get rid of me?

Oh, what a good son of mine.

This matter must not be left as it is.

But the royal family can no longer be disgraced.

I have to think carefully about how I can deal with this little brute and save the face of the royal family.

I need to think about it......"

......

Helian Yanran stood under the pear blossom tree in a trance. Although it is the middle of winter, on the Nanshan Mountain, where the four seasons are like spring, the pear blossoms have never stopped blooming.

I still remember that back then, whenever that person went out, she would stand under the pear tree and wait. Doing nothing, just waiting wholeheartedly and not getting bored. Especially when she saw the man coming from afar, although she couldn't see his real face, she knew that he must be smiling. Then she laughed too, smiling as she watched him draw closer and closer until she stood in front of her. They were not in a hurry to enter the house, but stood quietly outside, and occasionally the wind blew, and the pear blossoms fell on her and him. She was always on tiptoe to reach the petals on his shoulders. Obviously, they both have it, but she just thinks that it looks better on him. It's just that he's too tall to reach no matter how hard you try. And he always watched her in vain again and again, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and then, before she got angry, he picked her up. With her feet off the ground in an instant, she first exclaimed, and then giggled happily in his arms. She will never forget the clean and good smell of the young man in green shirt at that time, even at night when she was haunted by repeated nightmares, as long as she smelled his familiar question, she could see calm down. During the days when he stayed quietly in the mountains, he often practiced his sword under the pear tree, and she stood not far away and watched. His figure is like a frightening wave, graceful like a swimming dragon, between a hurry and a slow, it is really impossible to take your eyes off. The petals are flying in the sky, and he shuttles back and forth in it, and there is no end to it. She once taught him to learn swords, and he looked at her dotingly and smiled: "My swordsmanship can't be taught casually, you are still too young." When you grow up, I'll teach you when you grow up. "As she grew up, he started taking her with him when he was out and about. She spent less and less time waiting for him under the pear tree. However, he and she still like to stand under the pear tree once in a while and let the breeze sprinkle a body of petals for themselves. One day, he promised her a lifetime of sword training under the pear tree, and it was only then that she knew that the only person who could learn sword from him was his future wife. At that moment, she couldn't be happier. However, she never became his wife. In fact, after watching it for so many years, and reciting the sword trick for so many years, his moves and styles have long been deeply imprinted in her mind. However, she never learned swordsmanship from anyone, that was the promise he gave her, the hope he gave her, although it had come to naught, she would rather stubbornly guard it alone until she was old. And although he married someone else, he never taught anyone swordsmanship. She knew that he, like herself, would never let anyone get it since he couldn't give it to the person he wanted to give it to the most. A courtyard in Helian's house as far as the eye could see was full of pear trees, which he had planted for her with his own hands. He knew that she was not happy, so he gave her a garden full of pear trees. So, every spring, she would run into the garden for a few days, knowing that he was coming for her, and then the two of them would talk and laugh under the pear tree, and let the petals fall all over their bodies. Every time during that time, he and she had the illusion that they had returned to Nanshan, back to the more than ten years when there were only the two of them. However, the pear blossoms on the South Mountain are always blooming and undefeated, and although the pear trees of the Helian family also bloom the same flowers, they will wither, bear fruit, and become bare in winter. Since the man's death, she has only occasionally passed by the gate of the pear orchard, but has never entered. But every year I come back to Nanshan to live. When the mood is good, he will make a few jars of wine like he used to be, and then bury it under the pear tree, and the next time he comes, he may remember it, or he may forget it. The wine he brewed with her was supposed to be saved for the two to drink when they got married, but unfortunately it couldn't come in handy.