At the beginning of September, Chang Di and Mr. Chuan received the news separately, and this time it was the same. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ying Zheng has borrowed the road from Handan, bypassed Nanyang, and is about to arrive in Xianyang.

Lu Gong sat on the throne, his eyes were calm like water, and he asked, "Your Majesty has returned, and that prince is in Shangjun......

When Ying Zheng toured the south, he specially went to Shangjun to visit Fusu, and now he has returned to Xianyang, and he has become a mighty king on the throne of Kowloon, God knows what Ying Zheng plans to do with Fusu.

Mr. Chuan sat in the chair unruly, and his left hand picked at the nail cover of his right hand in boredom. His fan was broken, and he couldn't find a good craftsman to repair it in a small place like Yangzhen.

As soon as he thought of the fan he had followed for many years, Mr. Chuan felt a nameless fire in his heart.

After Ziying broke the fan, he no longer had the courage to shake it in front of Mr. Chuan, and his homework was also lost.

Chang Di was a little distracted with the empty bamboo tube in his hand.

This is the first letter since Mr. Kagawa had a different message last time.

There was an interval of more than a month.

"Winning the government back to Xianyang, there is no harm to us, so let's stop it." She said slowly.

"Why doesn't it matter?" Ziying made a small temperament: "I am almost suffocated to death in this place, and I want to go back to Xianyang." ”

-- Back to Xianyang. In fact, everyone wants to go back to Xianyang, they are ostracized in Yangzhen, the neighbors are cold-eyed, and now they are burdened with the grudges of the Xu family, and everyone wants to leave this hellish place as soon as possible.

Ziying grabbed Lu Shu's sleeve and shouted uneasily: "I miss my father, I want to go home." ”

Lu Shu stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth and said, "This is not your home?" Don't have enough fun and want to go? ”

Ziying chewed the candied fruit in her mouth and swallowed it, before she pouted: "This is your home, you run out to play every day without me, I'm almost bored to death." ”

Before, he only felt relaxed when he didn't have homework, but now that Mr. Chuan completely ignored him, he felt lost.

At first, he was still thinking that when he returned to Gongzi's Mansion and his father asked him about his homework, he relied on Mr. Chuan for everything, but now Mr. Chuan treats him like a stranger and ignores him completely.

The master is depressed!

Mr. Chuan glanced at Ziying's aggrieved expression, the corners of his mouth curled, he smiled sullenly, and he didn't make a sound, so slowly admiring his inexhaustible aggrieved look.

"Mr. Chuan." Chang Di called his name.

"Mr. Chuan!"

Chang Di raised his voice slightly, and Mr. Chuan's hand holding his chin fell in shock, and he was frightened.

"Changdi, what are you doing so loudly, my ears are fine."

Chang Di said in disgust: "Yes, yes, your ears are fine, but you are just deaf." ”

Mr. Chuan choked up and couldn't continue.

"Mr. Chuan, what do you think about this?"

Mr. Chuan looked at the sky, and only after a long time did he turn his face to look at Chang Di, coughed, and said, "It should be that our intelligence line has been isolated, so we haven't received any news this month." ”

Chang Di nodded, listening to him continue.

"The secret line of the childe's ambush is unknown to others, and even I don't know exactly, and the person who can intercept the intelligence must be very powerful."

Lu Gong said: "It won't be Gongzi Jianglu." ”

"It won't be Childe Gao." Mr. Chuan said.

Chang Di asked: "How do you know that it won't be Gongzi Gao, his means are no worse than you and Hu Hai, how can he be so good at disguising people who are low, how can he be willing to live under others." ”

Perhaps, Gongzi Gao will take this opportunity to bring down Gongzi Jiang Lu and compete with Hu Hai Fusu.

Mr. Chuan vetoed Chang Di's conclusion, "He has the heart of a thief, and he must have the courage of that thief." ”

Dare to fight with the ruthless Hu Hai, Gongzi Gao is afraid that he doesn't have the guts.

Yang Yu whispered and said, "Could it be my brother?" No, what's in it for him? ”

The flute was struck like lightning, and the natural curvature of the corners of the lips was a little weak.

Ziying held her pale and slightly cool hand, and said with concern: "Changdi, why is your hand cold, I'll give you warmth." His innocent smile was full of innocence: "If there is anything, my father, Uncle Eighteenth, and Lord Zhao will solve it, don't worry about it." ”

Mr. Chuan finally began to look at him squarely, but his tone was so cold that it could freeze: "Eighteenth uncle? How good do you think Gongzi Hu Hai can be to your father? ”

is also a royal descendant, especially now on the cusp of the crown prince, Hu Hai should wish that Fusu would be isolated by the winning government and lose the list of candidates for the prince.

How can you be kind enough to help, or conspire together to protect yourself.

Of course, except for the protection of Changdi and the Lu family, the two brothers have always been in the same boat.

Thinking of this, the question that day floated in Mr. Chuan's heart again, and he couldn't help but ask again: "Changdi, if one day, Gongzi and Gongzi Huhai compete for the position, who will you help?" ”

In a different way, instead of asking who she hopes to be the emperor in the future, she asks who she supports and who she helps?

Pan Yong and Pan Jiang also looked over, a full seven pairs of eyes staring at Chang Di, she was a little uncomfortable stared at by these eyes with different meanings, and even had the urge to raise her feet and run away.

Help whom?

This stumped Changdi.

Lu Shu wants to help Hu Hai, Yang Yu wants to help Su, what about himself, who do you want to help?

"Resign to fate." Chang Di exhaled heavily.

Fusu is her relative, Hu Hai is her lover, she can't choose, it's better to leave it to God to decide.

The muscles at the corners of Mr. Chuan's eyes twitched a few times, and his expression seemed to be smiling: "If Prince Hu Hai becomes the emperor, it is estimated that you and the Lu family will be the biggest beneficiaries." ”

In other words, Fusu, the biggest beneficiary is also them, but Ziying and Princess Huayang will be added.

Chang Di pretended to smile relaxedly, avoiding everyone's questioning and inquiring eyes, and said: "No matter what, I hope that the two brothers and Zhao Gao will be well, and they will become kings or losers, and they will have their own certainty." ”

Fusu loves the people, and Hu Hai does not necessarily disregard family affection.

Chang Di always believed that even if Fusu was defeated, Hu Hai would take the lead in the competition for the crown, and he would treat his brothers and sisters well.

Lu Gong played awkwardly: "Mr. Chuan, these are all court theories, Chang Di is still a child, and it is in vain for you to ask her." However, Chang Di is also right, resigned to fate, we can't meddle in political affairs, so let's wait and see. ”

The sons are fighting for the position, how can they control the situation, and they don't have to rely on themselves to fight for it.

"Besides, Your Majesty's intentions are also the key, I think he is more biased towards the son." Lu Gong continued: "Your Majesty is just doting on Prince Hu Hai, and Prince Fusu is the candidate for the prince who can serve as the country's great responsibility, and Your Majesty will not be so dumb and unscrupulous. ”

Yang Yu was unconvinced and objected: "Winning the government is brutal and bad, who succeeds to the throne is not a matter of his words, so he will not care about the future of the people." ”

Chang Di glanced at Yang Yu, and she was so frightened that she immediately shut up and was silent.

"Who do you think will win, it's not certain, God has its own fixed number, I believe in God." Mr. Chuan smiled and tasted the tea.

He also believes in heaven, and even more in such a thing as man conquering heaven.

He doesn't care who becomes emperor, his task is already done, isn't it?