Chapter 138

Although when I quarreled when I was a child, I would shout to my second brother the country rude I learned from outside: "_ your mother!" "But to testify to God, he definitely didn't have such thoughts about Concubine Li.

What are you kidding with a woman of the same age as her mother?

Now, he can also see that someone is calculating himself and performing a **** drama in front of everyone, but how can he explain it?

Father, I raised this woman not because she was like Concubine Li, but because she was like Ge Heng?

If you admit that you like men, I'm afraid you won't be in the position of prince anymore.

The emperor of a country can be a person who messes with his own aunt, but he must not be a person who likes men, otherwise what will happen to the heirs of Jiangshan Sheji and the Dragon Descendants.

"Father...... It was a misunderstanding. ā€

The second prince had been forcibly pulled aside, and he stood up and rubbed his neck and coughed twice.

"Oh? What a misunderstanding. ā€

"Erchen, I really didn't realize that this woman was like Concubine Li, Erchen respected Concubine Li, how could she do such a ridiculous act."

"And what do you like about her?" Emperor Wen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Also...... It's nothing," the prince blinked a little flusteredly, "Actually, I don't like it that much, it's just that I'm stressful these days, so it's just fun." ā€

"In that case, let's put it to death." Emperor Wen leaned back, his tone was very light, and the execution of a woman was like ordering the killing of a chicken, and he did not care.

"Father," the crown prince looked at him suddenly, realizing that the will had already worked, and a guard was walking towards the woman, and hurriedly got up and ran to her side in three or two steps and hugged the person into his arms, "Father, if you want to punish the son, punish the minister!" ā€

"Don't worry, if you do something wrong, you will be punished." Emperor Wen lowered his eyes slightly and looked at this affectionate drama, and was not moved.

"It's Erchen who did something wrong!" The crown prince raised his head and shouted, "If you want to punish your sons, punish your sons!" What does it have to do with her! What did she do wrong! ā€

The guards saw that the crown prince was protecting there, and it was not easy to fight for a while, so they looked at Emperor Wen and waited for his signal.

Although it was daytime, it was raining heavily outside, and candles were burning inside the house, so that his face was a little ugly. Although he was methodical in his orders to the guards, he looked like a huge table clock that could stop swinging at any moment, full of stiff, gloomy aura. "She could be wrong...... It's not good to grow. Prince, you are already so old, don't you know that you have to pay for doing something wrong. ā€

After saying that, he raised his index finger to the person tiredly. When the guard received the order, he immediately rushed up and hugged the prince away, and dragged the woman down.

"His Royal Highness the Prince! His Royal Highness the Prince! The woman screamed and dragged him, her thin white arms waving like those of a man in water, and then she grabbed the prince's hand and grasped it like driftwood.

However, the two were finally separated, and then pulled in two completely opposite directions.

"Father!" The prince didn't know if there was a chance to turn around, so he turned around and knelt down to Emperor Wen: "Please!" Spare her! ā€

Only then did Emperor Wen find out that the prince was crying.

He looked at him tiredly and asked softly, "What do you exchange for, what do you ask for me?" ā€

"Erchen, Erchen......" The prince raised his eyes and looked around, as if wondering what he could hand over.

"With the position of the prince?" Emperor Wen built yƬ road.

The prince was stunned for a moment, he suddenly understood what Emperor Wen meant, and then he bent down and pressed his forehead to the ground: "The son is guilty, please forgive my father." ā€

His face was painful, but it was buried deep in the shadows and no one could see it.

The woman had been dragged to the door, but her hands were on the door frame, still shouting something to this side, her long hair was blocked in front of her, and only her chin and face were clearly exposed.

Emperor Wen looked at her in disgust and said to the prince, "You really make me sick. ā€

After speaking, he got up and walked down the steps, but when he walked to Zhou Zhao's side, he paused: "Are you satisfied now?" ā€

Zhou Zhao looked deeply at the person and did not speak.

When Zhou Jin heard the news, he was still reading some records of the Imperial History Observatory in the Guanghua Palace, the wind and rain were blowing outside, the windows were blowing, and there were a few honey candles burning in the house, because the wind was blowing, the candle flame was occasionally flickering, and the house was dim.

Geng Ming whispered the news from below to Zhou Jin, Zhou Jin pondered for a moment, and sorted out the stacks of papers on the table: "Go and see." ā€

He met Zhou Zhao in the corridor outside the Guanghua Palace.

Zhou Zhao was wearing a white dress, and the tail of his coat was splashed with obvious silt. He rarely wears clothes of this color in the palace, because it is unlucky, he has always known how to behave in the world, and his behavior today seems to be deliberately indicating something.

Zhou Jin saw the slightly trembling little finger and a faint layer of red under his eyes, and knew that he must have been immersed in spirits these days.

Seeing Zhou Jin standing in front clearly, Zhou Zhao stopped, grinned, and waved his hand to let the palace people behind him retreat: "Fourth...... Emperor. ā€

"You know that my father doesn't like to watch the drama of his brother Ni Wall the most."

"Well, I know, do you know why?" Zhou Zhao seemed to be seducing people with candy in his hand, "Because he is a thief, how do you think he got to the throne?" He sat on the blood of his father and brother! Doesn't he feel dirty? ā€

Zhou Jin saw that the person's face was vaguely crazy, and only nodded: "Since ancient times, if there is no death, there will be no king." ā€

"You can see it clearly," Zhou Zhao sneered, "He is worthy of being his good son." ā€

Zhou Jin ignored his ridicule and only asked him, "Why do you want to do this?" ā€

The rain dripped down along the eaves and hit the bluestone slab, Zhou Zhao seemed to think of something, his face sank, and he was very quiet, he whispered: "Why does the queen dare to be so blatant, doesn't she just think that there is no one to protect her?" ā€

The weather was gloomy, with heavy gray clouds in the sky, and the sun could not penetrate it, only a hazy halo showed its presence. The buildings around look like fairy islands rising from the sea, lined with an ethereal background, which seems very false, like an ancient legend that cannot be trusted.

Zhou Zhao's expression was gloomy: "I'll protect her." ā€

He originally thought that he and Concubine Rong had already been completely finished, and they were cut in two, but the **** sat in the study, and the acacia flowers outside the window were gently swaying by the wind, he looked sideways, and suddenly realized that the past time has not actually passed, it is hidden somewhere in your heart, waiting quietly, waiting for a time like this, suddenly jumped out, making your tears overflow.

And love and hate are too strong, in addition to making people crazy, it really loses its original meaning.

Zhou Jin looked at him calmly, almost indifferently: "You are crazy." ā€

"Zhou Jin," Zhou Zhao raised his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder, as if to help him brush the dust off his shoulder, "You'd better not let yourself have such a day." (To be continued.) )