Chen Zexuan entered the palace to find the Eight Princes Alliance.

However, he went to Shoukang Palace first, chatted with the Queen Mother for a while, and after amusing her old man, he went to the old emperor's study to ask for peace.

In the study, the old emperor still tried every time, but the result was the same as always, and nothing came of it.

After Chen Zexuan entered Shoukang Palace with his front foot, the matter of "Cuicui" hugging Chen Zexuan's thigh at the gate of the old mansion of King Nanyang reached the ears of the old emperor.

The old emperor wanted to ask if he had nothing to say, but when he thought that it would inevitably give people a feeling of monitoring Chen Zexuan's every move, he couldn't help it.

After Chen Zexuan left, he said to Jia Gong: "Xiao Jia, what do you think about this matter?"

Gonggong Jia pinched the old emperor's shoulders and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the old slave thinks that it may be a coincidence."

"After all, this kind of thing is very common in the community, and it is not surprising."

The old emperor was suspicious, and this was a problem that could not be changed until death.

He snorted coldly and said quietly: "You say, could it be that he wants to install a woman in Beijing, so he hides people's eyes and ears in this way?"

"Uh......" Father-in-law Jia was stunned, but he didn't expect the old emperor to think so deeply, so he smiled: "It shouldn't be."

"That woman, it seems that the guards around Xuan Shizi saved Xuan Shizi behind his back, not Shi Zi directly came forward."

"Well, a person like Xuan Shizi who has eyes above the top definitely can't look down on an ugly girl." Thinking of the rumored "Cuicui" ugly, the old emperor unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly thinking of something, he frowned again: "Concubine De's body is better?"

At the family banquet that night, Concubine De did not attend.

And the emperor is in the "lockdown" period, so it stands to reason that he should not be there.

However, no matter how you say that the name of this banquet is for the Eighth Prince, so in order to give the Eighth Prince a face, he can only make an exception for the queen to show up.

"Concubine De, she is still the same." Gonggong Jia pondered for a moment and whispered: "Imperial Doctor Wei said that heart disease still requires heart medicine."

"King Xuan is seriously injured, and he will probably have to lie on the bed in the future, and the whole person is tantamount to being wasted."

"It is inevitable that Concubine De will be sad."

After hearing this, the old emperor sighed and stood up: "Xiao Jia, accompany me to visit Concubine De."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gonggong Jia hurriedly helped the old emperor and walked towards Concubine De's Shuqing Palace.

In the Mingyang Palace, Xiao Xiangzi retired after serving tea to Chen Zexuan and the Eighth Prince.

Chen Zexuan glanced at the Eighth Prince up and down, and chuckled: "I used to remember that Xiao Ba didn't seem to be very keen on red, why did he change his dressing style now?"

The Eighth Prince lowered his head and swept the red clothes on his body, and said unhurriedly: "When you grow up, people will change."

"I didn't like red before, because I thought it was too eye-catching."

"I like it now because red gives people hope."

The first half of his sentence is true, and the second half is false.

Once upon a time, he was a younger kid than he is now.

He has no ability to protect himself, so he must be obscure enough to make people forget his existence.

What is the place in the palace? It's hell where people don't blink.

Anytime, anywhere, he may die inadvertently.

The red color at that time was not only dazzling to him, but also like the blood flowing in all corners of the palace behind his back.

And red, in this royal cage, can never be the color of hope.

For him now, red is flamboyance, burning desire and inflated ambition.

The more he grew up, the more he realized that no one could protect him, and no one could help him.

The only person who can be relied on is himself.

Only when you are strong can you stand firm.

His life will not be in the hands of others.

No, the lowly and weak are like an ant that can be trampled on.

"Well, Hachi is really good for red." Chen Zexuan nodded, looking at the Eighth Prince's eyes a little darker.

Observing words and emotions and speculating on people's hearts are Chen Zexuan's strengths.

He didn't miss the glint that flashed in the eyes of the Eighth Prince, and saw that the Eighth Prince's mouth was wrong.

"This time I went to Jiangbei for disaster relief, although it was the first time for Xiaoba to experience it alone, but the task was completed very well." Chen Zexuan hooked his lips and continued: "However, it stands to reason that the victims of the disaster know that the DPRK and China have sent people to the disaster, and most of them will be honest and obedient, but you have encountered a riot, which is really a rare thing."

"After all, no one dares to go against the people of the imperial court."

"What's more, you are the prince again."

"Fortunately, you are a blessed child, and you have come back safely."

"I'm worried about Brother Shizi." The eighth prince looked at Chen Zexuan quietly, and said lightly: "The fourth brother can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy at the age of thirteen, and now I am eleven, it is time to solve the problems for my father."

Chen Zexuan shook his fan and said with an appreciative expression: "Well, Xiaoba is so filial, no wonder the emperor praised you just now."

"Xiao Ba is talented, and in two years, he will have more experience, and his achievements may not be under Lord Ning."

The eighth prince's eyes flashed, and he lowered his eyes: "Brother Shizi is too praised, Xiaoba's qualifications are mediocre, and he can't compare to the fourth brother."

"The fourth brother is brave and strategic, both civil and military, and is a role model for Xiaoba."

"Xiaoba only has the share of looking up to the fourth brother, and he doesn't dare to have the idea of transcendence."

"The law of the jungle eats the strong, Hachi should understand this truth, right?" Chen Zexuan put away his fan suddenly, and his sharp eyes stared at the Eighth Prince a little uncomfortable.

Raising his head, the Eighth Prince said with a puzzled expression: "What does Brother Shizi want to say?"

From just now to now, the Eighth Prince guessed that it was impossible for Chen Zexuan to talk some nonsense with him.

In particular, Chen Zexuan mentioned that there was a riot among the victims during the disaster relief, which seemed to be deliberately implying that it was not as simple as a riot.

The Eighth Prince was the one involved, and knew better than anyone that it was definitely not an ordinary riot, but an assassination arranged by someone.

As for the person behind the scenes, according to the current ability of the Eighth Prince, he can't find out yet.

But he could almost guess that it should be King Xuan.

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