The emperor ordered Gonggong Zhang to present a wooden branch, which was full of small and sharp thorns, but the emperor seemed to be completely unconcerned, he picked up the wooden branch with his hand, stood up and walked down the stairs, and walked to the prince. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hong'er, look at this wooden branch, it is full of thorns, if your father puts it directly on your hand, what do you think?"

As he spoke, the emperor put the wooden branch in front of the prince, whose face was full of fear, and it was obvious that he did not know what his father and the emperor meant, so he had to answer honestly.

"Back to my father, yes, I will stab my hand."

This is indeed a very correct and extremely timid answer.

The Emperor nodded slightly, and he was satisfied with the crown prince's answer, "You are right, the thorns on this branch are so piercing that if you are not careful, you will hurt your hand." ”

Zijin turned her head to look at the emperor's back in a daze, and at that moment, the imperial uncle, who had always treated her very gently, made her feel terrible and strange for the first time. Zijin's expression was slightly confused, and his eyes were empty.

She worked so hard to defend Rong Gongzi, not only for Rong Gongzi, but also partly because she didn't want his imperial uncle to become an emperor who would be criticized by future generations, leaving behind the title of a faint monarch who killed loyal ministers indiscriminately.

After all, his love for himself is true, no matter whose shadow that favor hides, but now Zijin understands, it turns out that no matter whether the letter is successfully handed over to the head of the Xie family, it will not change the original facts.

"Father is now helping you remove these spikes one by one and give them to your hands, so that you can have them well and not hurt yourself, understand?"

The spikes on the wooden branches are also the thorns in the heart of the royal family, and they can't be stable if they don't get rid of the dragon chair for a day, and only by pulling them out one by one can the royal family be truly at ease and sit on the beautiful rivers and mountains.

"The crown prince, you are kind by nature, you are a good candidate for the prince, and you will also be a good emperor who is sympathetic to the people, but this governance of the world is not just good to sit firmly, since you can't be ruthless, then let your father eradicate these thorns for you."

The crown prince looked moved, and hurriedly saluted the emperor, "Father, the son will never live up to your expectations in the future." ”

The crown prince is far away from knowing, he is destined to be a good prince this time, but he is not suitable to be the emperor, maybe the emperor has already set the person who will inherit the throne in his heart from the beginning, but that person is not the prince.

There have been predecessors who said that fate is a river that moves forward slowly, and sometimes it will run rapidly, disturbing the direction in which you originally wanted to move forward firmly, some people go against the current, and in the end they can only end up exhausted and scarred, and some people try to change the flow of fate, but it is inevitable that the strength is meager, and in the end it is difficult to change the status quo, so they have to choose to escape and let the river of fate swallow it in the ruthless turbulence.

Since it can't be changed, why not choose to use the river of fate to go down the river, protect itself, and wait for the opportunity.

In the thirty-second year of Yonghui, the fifth day of the fifth month of May.

Zijin was sent back to King Lin's mansion and sat in the carriage swaying, swaying, and uncomfortable.

Ting Lan looked worriedly at the girl leaning against the wall of the carriage, the light gauze was a light blue as if a layer of light clouds and smoke lingered around her body, her face was as white as paper, as if she only needed to breathe lightly, and the girl would be blown away.

"County Lord, where are you unwell?"

Zijin blinked, deliberately covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and his voice was as clear as if someone had unintentionally plucked the silver bell, "I'm fine." ”

"County Lord......" Tinglan had just said that a white note flew in from outside the curtain, Tinglan was shocked, and the white note floated in the air and landed on Zijin.

Ting Lan subconsciously wanted to open the curtain to check, but her outstretched hand was stopped, and Ting Lan looked back with a little more doubt.

Zijin let go of her arm and continued to lean against the wall of the carriage leisurely, opening the note little by little with her slender fingers, and did not forget to solve Tinglan's doubts, "I just felt that someone was approaching the carriage, and that person's martial arts were extremely high, but there was no killing intent. ”

Zijin looked at the note in her hand silently, and a very shallow smile appeared on her lips, which contained weirdness, ridicule, and all kinds of colorful colors intersected under her eyes, and the collision aroused infinite splendor.

Ting Lan looked at Zijin with some concern, and Zijin slowly raised his head to meet her gaze, stretched out his hand, handed the note to Ting Lan and shook it. Ting Lan immediately understood, took the note handed by Zijin, and when she saw the content clearly, Ting Lan's face darkened suddenly.

"The south wind knows what I want, and dreams to Xizhou."

That's right, when Ting Lan read the word for word, his face changed and changed, and he said angrily: "This, this is really hateful, it is teasing the county lord." ”

Teasing?

Zijin covered her mouth and nose with her hands and coughed lightly, she seemed to have a cold a few days ago, her body was slightly uncomfortable, and she was even more uncomfortable after today's tiring journey.

"I don't think that person knows martial arts." And the light skill is a must, the posture does not have the slightest sound, so that this light and fluttering note can accurately fall into her arms, and this person's internal strength is also extremely profound.

What exactly is that man trying to express?

Just as Zijin was groaning, she clearly felt that the carriage had slowed down and moved forward smoothly and slowly. Tinglan lifted the curtain and glanced at the situation outside the carriage.

"County Lord, we'll be home soon."

When he got home, Tinglan's words made Zijin a little dazed, and he kept repeating in his heart, as if he wanted to hypnotize himself. Lin Zihan went out to study, and she didn't even have the only one she could rely on at home.

Just as Zijin was thinking, a quiet and tactful singing voice came into her ears, vaguely unreal, the quiet singing voice with a washed ethereal, but there is an extreme charm, telling the loneliness after the entanglement.

"Tinglan, did you hear the singing?" This is the voice that comes from Zijin.

"Nope." This is the voice from Tinglan, "What's wrong with the county lord?" ”

Zijin bit her lip, how could she obviously hear the singing, why didn't Tinglan hear it, Zijin could be sure that she had never heard it wrong.

"Stop."

As he spoke, Zijin's hand was already on the curtain of the car, and Tinglan hurriedly grabbed Zijin's arm when he saw this.

"Where are you going, county lord? The prince can bluntly say that the county lord should return to his home immediately and cannot stay on the road. Tinglan's voice was a little out of control, she was for Zijin's good, if she didn't go back in time, Zijin would be punished again.

The moment the finger touched the curtain of the car, the dark pattern touched the upper knuckle as if it were nothing.

Zijin hesitated.

If she rushes out now, it will most likely disrupt her original plan, but whose voice is the secret singing, the time is so accurate.

The carriage gradually stopped, and the song sounded in his ears again, and the ghostly and quiet singing took away the last trace of Zijin's sanity. Zijin ignored Tinglan's dissuasion, lifted the curtain of the car and flew out, letting Tinglan call behind him.