But right now, this purple night is like a plague god, and even the emperor doesn't want to mess with it, so why bother to ask for this thankless errand.

"That's not what I said," the eldest prince looked like a good man's loyalty: "My father also knows that I am a quiet person, so indifferent, for these things, I am born to understand, if it is left to me to do, it is nothing, but if things are messed up...... Father and the crown prince can't blame me for doing things badly......"

This statement sounds understandable, but when you look into it, you can attack and retreat.

If it can't be done, no one can say anything, after all, the eldest prince said that he can't do this thing.

If it is done well, people will have a sense that such difficult things have been done, and it is not easy.

Yan Tieyi glanced at the eldest prince meaningfully, among all the princes, he was the most calm, not shocked, and light.

But in the final analysis, this is the prince's way of survival.

For decades, he insisted on his non-fighting, non-fighting, non-grabbing, and non-participation.

Any struggle between princes, he always remains neutral.

When getting along with any prince, he is not far away, not close, not close.

If it weren't for his bad background and destined to miss the throne, he would really have to lobby Yama to make him defect to the great prince.

The eldest prince is actually the best candidate for the emperor.

"What the eldest brother said makes sense," the third prince naturally cooperated: "The eldest brother rarely goes out, and it is inevitable that he will be a little rusty about these things, so he is definitely not the best person to deal with this matter......"

"Then the prince......" The emperor suddenly said coldly, and his eagle-like eyes looked directly at the dumbfounded prince: "It's just a purple night, it's just one of your courtiers...... If you can't even be a courtier like this, then how can you govern the country? After all, there are countless courtiers above this court alone......"

The prince's face was so bitter that he could squeeze out bitter gourd juice: "Father...... I'm afraid that Erchen won't be able to do it...... I'm with that purple night, you don't know ......"

The emperor's palm slapped heavily on the prince's shoulder, leaned over and lowered his voice: "Then don't let me be disappointed in you again......"

……

Under the sun-drenched grape trellis, Ziyan and Ion Xuan were on both sides of the stone table, playing a happy game.

At the gate of the courtyard in the distance, Qi Chuang and Shan Lianzhan were on duty, chatting lazily and with each sentence, and they were about to fall asleep.

When he was distracted, he happened to see Zi Shaofeng striding towards a meteor, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Master, Uncle Zeng......"

"Where's the second master?"

"The second master is playing chess with the young master......"

At first glance, under the grape trellis, the two looked different.

Zi Yan's expression was extremely solemn, his eyes were locked on the chess game, and a chess piece flipped at his fingertips, but it did not fall for a long time.

Zeng Shuo gasped and lowered his voice: "Master, I remember that when the second master played chess with you, he would also have such a look, right?" ”

"yes...... With such a look, he was thinking about the chess game...... And at this time, the defeat is often already decided...... Zi Shaofeng's face is not a little dignified.

For marching soldiers, chess is more than just entertainment.

In a sense, it also confirms a person's talent for commanding the army.

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