Six years ago, the crown prince couldn't bear it anymore, and after a serious illness, he felt that he might not be able to live longer than his father, and he wanted to create opportunities for his ascension to the throne.

It was a fierce war between Integrity and the southern Tusi Kingdom for a subordinate power. The crown prince supervised the country, and the emperor led the princes to drive the expedition in person.

The war was very tragic, and what was even more terrible was that the prince deliberately delayed the reinforcements of grain and grass, resulting in a great defeat. finally escaped his life in the ice and snow, and on the way home, a coup d'état to assassinate the emperor occurred.

Hua Jianrui's guards died one after another, and he was trapped in a small cave for more than ten days, without water and food, starvation and cold, and almost died.

The last thing is that Hua Wushan rushed into the cave covered in blood and rescued him. Before Hana Wu passed out, he told his father that the mastermind was imprinted on the chest of the mastermind, and the palm mark should no longer disappear.

The coup d'état killed four princes, in addition to the second, fourth, and fifth princes who died in battle, the eighth prince, who had just come of age, was also accidentally killed in the subsequent party purge.

After the emperor went back, he naturally wanted to investigate vigorously, but after checking and checking, the most suspicious one was the sixth prince Hua Wulone, who sacrificed his life to save his father. When he woke up from his illness, he received the will: after reciting his worst, he suddenly woke up, saved his car, spared his life, dismissed all his duties, and stayed in the house to think.

That year, Hua Wushan was only 22 years old, and since then, this prince no longer asks about government politics and has lived a life of singing songs every night.

However, he also showed his father what it means to "cultivate one's self, unite one's family, govern the country, and level the world". No matter how many women are sent to him, he will not refuse, but you will never get any news about him, no matter who sent him, including the king and his father.

Foolproof.

Hua Jianrui asked himself, he couldn't do it.

The blow is far from over. Since the coup d'état that year, the prince's body has been getting worse day by day, no matter how he takes medicine to recuperate, he still does not improve, and finally dies after two years of delay.

Thirty years of hard work came to naught, and the emperor was naturally grief-stricken. Regardless of the dissuasion of others, he personally scrubbed the body of the deceased son, but what he saw was the palm mark on his chest. The palm marks on the mastermind that the sixth prince said back then.

Hua Jianrui had lost his mind due to grief and anger at that time, and he didn't investigate anything at all, only believing that the crown prince's death was caused by Hua Wushan. He ordered the six princes to be put in prison, tortured day and night, and interrogated severely.

Naturally, there will be no results in the trial, Hua Wushan laughed and scolded in the prison, but he didn't say a word about the court.

When Hua Jianrui came to his senses and released the sixth prince, he was already dying, his legs were all broken, his body was bruised, and his internal injuries were heavy.

From then on, when he saw this son, Hua Wulin looked like this. Whether he, as a father, scolds, punishes, or apologizes and pleads, Hua Wushan is indifferent.

In the past few years, the Sixth Prince's Mansion has expanded again and again, and he doesn't know how many people Lu Dao has sent to the Sixth Prince's Mansion, but he, as a father, still knows almost nothing about this son, and he doesn't even know his current physical condition.

Pulse? Hua Wushan has been able to control his pulse since he was 14 years old, and it is absolutely impossible to diagnose his condition.

What can be known is that the Six Princes' Mansion is still singing every night. Hua Wushan never asked about the government.

The two sat silently, without saying a word.

Breaking the silence was the attendant who came in to bring water. "Your Majesty, the tea is cold, change it for you." The waiter put down the tea bowl and immediately retreated.

"Come, drink some water." Hua Jianrui took the silver spoon from the tea bowl and brought it to Hua Wu's mouth. Slowly fed half a cup of tea, "If you can, move into the palace and let your father take care of you for a few days?" ”

"Forget it, I know that you won't want to." Hua Jianrui said self-deprecatingly.

"Son, there is one thing, I beg of thee for the Father."

"If the father has something, just give orders, and the child should do his best."

"Your third brother yesterday." Hua Jianrui wanted to speak and stopped, "I don't care if I can do it." ”

"The third brother may have a last resort, Wu Lin has never thought about anything, and my father doesn't have to worry about it."

Looking at Hua Wulone's indifference, Hua Jianrui's heart was like a knife. In the past two years, the court has fought openly and secretly for the throne, and officials from all parties have racked their brains, tried their best, and even unscrupulous means to support the merits, and he knows it well. There have been more than one assassination of him, but he has not been thoroughly investigated and purged as he had been six years ago.

The reason is because of the loneliness of the flowers.

He was afraid that after going to investigate, the result would be the same as six years ago, all the accusations pointed to Hua Wushan, and he couldn't be sure if Hua Wushan would still be like six years ago, not arguing about anything, just silently suffering the results. He didn't know what he would do if he was still like that.

He didn't know how much energy Hua Wulin had in the court now, and if the government and the opposition were really shaken, whether he could stabilize the court. He didn't dare to bet, he couldn't afford to bet.

Sometimes Hua Jianrui thinks that the assassin is not sent by Hua Wushan, if so, he may no longer dodge, and there is nothing wrong with dying at the hands of this son, at least he can know that this son already has the ability to control the situation.

However, the reality is often the opposite of what is desired.

Every time danger approached, he was able to avoid it safely, because someone always warned him before the danger of assassination. From Hua Jianrui's feeling, the warning should come from Hua Wulone, but there is no evidence, no matter how he asks Wu Lone, he doesn't admit it, and of course he doesn't deny it.

And Hua Wushan happened to be seriously ill before the accident every time, and after the accident, he was as weak as this time and let people come into the palace and greet him. I don't care who the perpetrator is, and I don't want to know what the result of the treatment is.

This son is a mystery to him, as a father.

"Alas...... It's good that you don't care. "Slowly get up, trying to put down the tea bowl.

"Father, I don't know if you would like to live in your son's mansion for a few days." Hua Wushan said lightly.

There was the sound of a tea bowl shattering. "Son, you, what did you say?" The surprise moved the listener.

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment, but after all, the licking of calves is deep, and when he just grabbed his father's hand, the pulse that came to his fingers told him that if he continued like this, the old man's time was short. Only then did he realize that his father's hair had turned gray, his body had become rickety, and his hands were trembling slightly.

"Come on, son, sit up for a while, how can you stand lying on your waist like this." As he spoke, he leaned down, lifted Hua Wushan hard, put the pillow behind him as fast as he could, and then gently lowered his body. After doing all this, the old man was already gasping slightly.

It turns out that in the past four years, as long as the father and son meet, it will always be the father who serves him, and he never pretends to be someone else's hand. The old man has done these things very skillfully.

The mist covered Hua Wulone's eyes, and his father had been trying his best to make up for him all these years, but he had never even given such a chance.