Concubine Jing knew it in her heart.

Ming Zhan has a thorn, which is the Ninety-Five Honor.

The boy has many brothers and sisters, they are all dragon sons and dragon girls, and they are all children of the Ninety-Five, but there is only one in the world, and there is only one dragon chair - being favored or falling out of favor is not the success or failure of a child, but the success or failure of a life.

But it's bright, it's simple.

"You mean...... His Royal Highness thought about it and shook his head unconfidently, and said dejectedly, "Father doesn't like his sons. "Yes - once when Concubine Yuan favored the Sixth Palace, he also met the Son of Heaven every day, and later because of Feng Mingxie and Lu Yixuan's trip to Surabaya, Concubine Yuan died inexplicably, and the Son of Heaven has ignored it ever since.

Everything has changed.

Now in the eyes of the Ninety-Five Venerable, there may not be any existence of Ming Zhan at all.

The young prince remembered the day Princess Mingyue gave birth, and he was full of expectations when he stood in the main hall, but his father didn't even give him a look.

Jing Concubine touched his head: "It's not that your father doesn't like you," her words were like a magic inducement, but because some people deliberately alienated you, you can obviously choose a better path for yourself, Jing Concubine saw that Ming Zhan's look was shiny and seemed to understand, the woman simply opened the skylight and said bright words, "Isn't Zhan'er bent on winning back the favor of the Son of Heaven, this palace can help you." ”

Ming Zhan was stunned.

Concubine Jing clapped her hands, and the maid outside comprehended that she would bring a box of hot tea and pastries, and the woman handed the things to Ming Zhan: "Go to the imperial study to see your father, he has not been to the court for a few days, Imperial Doctor Hu said that he was a little better and allowed to read the folds in the study, at this time, I am afraid that he is hungry." ”

Ming Zhan weighed the heavy food box in his hand: "Concubine Jing Niangniang, you, aren't you going?" "When the Empress Dowager Li was there, it was the old man who instructed Concubine Jing to watch the Son of Heaven take medicine and rest every day, and the Empress Dowager died, and Concubine Jing did not dare to slack off, as for Ming Zhan, there was almost no chance to get close to the Son of Heaven.

Concubine Jing blinked and made a gesture of silence.

It's like a little secret between you and me, she's creating opportunities for the father and son to get along.

Ming Zhan seemed to understand the woman's good intentions, and it was rare to show a grateful smile to her.

Jing Concubine shook off the gradually withering Luomei on her shoulders, Wen Ning's smile disappeared after Ming Zhan turned the hall door, and she pinched and played with the little rouge that she had just picked up from the ground, only then could she realize that there was a long figure standing behind the plum tree on the side, as if she had been watching for a long time.

"Lu Yixuan is inconspicuous, but it is much more difficult to deal with than imagined." The woman said lightly, naturally she said it to the black shadow spy, there was no major movement in the Wei Mansion during this time, and originally Jing Concubine thought that this little angry girl would break into the Golden Palace and the Ninety-Five Zun Theory because of the "trumped-up" crime set by the Son of Heaven, but this time, she did nothing.

It's not like a little general at all.

Ming Zhan's stealing of rouge today is also inseparable from that girl, but I don't know what Lu Yixuan is suspicious and speculating in his heart.

"A child who has lost his mother's favor and his father's trust is always at the mercy of others." Especially for a child like Ming Zhan who is competitive and has endless desires and expectations for his father, in Jing Concubine's opinion, Lu Yixuan's approach to Ming Zhan is just to use this child to achieve his own goals, but who is not in the game to weigh up, she may not lose.

The woman fiddled with the tortoiseshell on her little finger, the pearlescent light was shining under the moonlight, and her eyebrows swept over the black shadow: "It's time to persuade our master, cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows." ”

Either you don't do it, and if you do it, you will kill it all.

Since there is a good show in Shengjing City, it is better to burn this stove hotter, and Yang Suchang's entry into the palace and the prince's involvement seem to make Concubine Jing also realize the turbulent dark tide under the calm waves.

When the dark shadow heard it, it flickered away.

This Ming Zhan has come to the outside of the imperial study with Gong E in the moonlight, Wang Defu's old eunuch is waiting outside, and he was surprised to see His Royal Highness coming alone, and he didn't see Jing Concubine Niangniang, and then thought about it, yo, that woman is specially letting the father and son "reunite" today, no, no, he nodded and sent people in.

Ming Zhan has never entered the imperial study, he was very young when he went back and forth between the royal academy and the dormitory, or he went to the west school to find Lu Yixuan to learn bow and arrows, and before entering the palace, the little prince also carefully sorted out his clothes, and when he met the Son of Heaven, he naturally couldn't help but be trim.

The little golden boots fell to the ground, and the charcoal stove in the hall was burning as if isolated from the world, and he didn't dare to make a sound, because he saw that the tired and haggard father was concentrating on reviewing the folds after the dragon case, and ambergris incense was burning in the furnace, which made people a little trance and chaos.

Ming Zhan opened his mouth, and suddenly did not dare to destroy the calm and quiet atmosphere, the child just stood by the temple door with a heavy food box and did not say a word, but a pair of big eyes had left the Ninety-Five Honor, he hadn't talked to his father for a long, long time, so many brothers and sisters in the harem didn't have a chance to see each other on weekdays, he knew that even if the prince's brother wanted to see His Majesty, he had to order someone to pass on the permission first, and it seemed that even having a meal with his father and talking about himself had become a royal luxury.

I don't know if it's the report on the fold that is upsetting, the Ninety-Five Venerable sighed and stretched out his hand to rub his forehead.

"Father?" Ming Zhan saw the man's anxiety and couldn't help but want to ask.

Only then did the Son of Heaven realize that there was someone in the hall, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly raised as if he couldn't believe it, and a look of surprise and defensiveness in his eyes made Ming Zhan's heart tighten, and the eyes were unfamiliar not as if he saw his own child, but as if he had seen an indescribable nightmare in vain.

Ming Zhan was startled, he thought he had offended the Son of Heaven, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Zhan'er, please say hello to my father." His voice was not loud, timidly.

The Ninety-Five Venerable slowly stood up as if he ignored his words, his eyes changed from frightened to gloomy in an instant, and suddenly pulled out the sword that was placed under the dragon case, and the three-foot Qingfeng Rin Guang stabbed straight towards Ming Zhan, the little prince didn't expect to "clang" and knocked over the food box, and hurriedly shivered to the side, and his body moved away, but his arm did not dodge.

Snort, blood marks appeared.

"Father!" Ming Zhan was frightened and drank loudly, blood stains splashed on the fingers of the Son of Heaven, cold and cold, the man's consciousness seemed to be awakened by this loud shout and fishy smell, and the coldness in his bloodshot eyes was fleeting.

Suddenly, Qingfeng's sword fell to the ground, and he staggered and almost fell, and at this moment, his bright and pale face was slowly reflected from the bottom of the pupil, which was his own child.

"Zhan, Zhan'er......" He called weakly, and the whole person fell down like a toddler old man, Ming Zhan saw this and jumped up from the ground, not caring about his injured arm and hurriedly hugged the Son of Heaven.

"Your Majesty—Your Majesty—" Gonggong Wang, who was outside, heard the sound and did not dare to break into the hall directly, but asked at the door uneasily.

“…… Nothing. The Ninety-Five Venerable held his breath and drank lightly, allowing Ming Zhan to drag him and stagger back to the dragon chair.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" That look was as if his mind was bewitched and controlled by something, it was not his father, Ming Zhan knew very well, "Erchen, Erchen, this is the Imperial Doctor!" He saw that the Son of Heaven's face was pale, and the cold sweat oozing from behind the dragon robe was even trembling on his fingertips, didn't Imperial Doctor Hu say that His Majesty's condition was improving, but at all- it wasn't what they said at all-

"Don't declare the Imperial Doctor!" The Son of Heaven panted and grabbed Ming Zhan's wrist, as if Fang Cai's tense emotions had consumed all his strength, and now he could only slowly lean on the dragon chair to support half of his body, "Father is fine......" He kept muttering to calm his mind.

But Ming Zhan could see that at that moment, his father did not see himself, but another person, so he drew his sword and stood up.

It's as if the man's condition always seems to be getting better on the surface, but it has long been deeply rooted in the bones, and he begins to hallucinate with nightmares.

How could the Ninety-Five Venerable not know, but his intention was obviously not to let anyone notice his illness, not even the imperial doctor.

The man lowered his eyes slightly and saw the blood marks on the crook of Ming Zhan's arm: "You hurt ......" He gently lifted the child's sleeve, fortunately, it was not deep, slender and long, and there was a rare guilt on his face.

"Zhan'er doesn't hurt," Ming Zhan shook his head and patted his chest like a little man, "It's just that Zhan'er accidentally scratched it while practicing the sword." ”

Have a ready tongue.

Look, my father didn't want others to know, and he even thought of excuses.

The Son of Heaven was a little surprised, this child has always been strong and stubborn and likes to be literary and martial, and recently he occasionally heard a few scholars talk about it and praise it endlessly, he looked at the Qingming Qingming who had begun to show between Ming Zhan's eyebrows, and suddenly felt that he had really treated him badly, and the Nine Five Honorable sighed and took out the plaster from the case on the side and gently wiped it for him.

This silent and silent subtle concern made Ming Zhan's heart go through the hot current, he hadn't been so close to his father for too long, was the Ninety-Five Honored a good father? No, there are many children under his knees who have no intention of taking care of every child, and sometimes Ming Zhan suspects that his name has long been forgotten by him, and any prince is flattered to get his favor.

Ming Zhan didn't want to destroy, he coveted the warmth between father and son at this moment, but he saw the fine beads of sweat constantly oozing from the forehead of the Son of Heaven, his father was forbearing, and the child wanted to stop talking: "Does Mr. Gu know the recent situation of his father......

The Son of Heaven's hand paused.

"You shouldn't hide it from Mr. Gu." Ming Zhan said timidly, and the imperial doctor said that the Son of Heaven was just hit hard by what had happened recently, and he was riddled with minor illnesses and busy with state affairs, which seemed to be a disease that everyone who was an emperor would commit, and no one mentioned it, Nightmare.

However, Ming Zhan saw it with his own eyes.

"You see...... Who? ”

He was talking about the person whose eyes were blood-red and he couldn't be assassinated with a sword.