Chapter 905: A Waste Prince [Monthly Pass +2]

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Freedom, you don't have it, you instinctively almost crave it.

The prince also thought that one day, he could be the master of the house, in addition to showing his political retribution, he could also go to the city gate tower to eat a string of fried stinky tofu or something by chance, that was the only time, sneaking out to eat with ink dye, it felt really good...... He doesn't care about the stutter, all he cares about is the feeling, the heat.

Usually, in front of the emperor, you can't eat the smell of the big one, so as not to rush at Kangxi, and you will not be respected when you are smelled, everyone is jealous of the prince's favor, but he is restricted, which is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

In this regard, sometimes the prince is not as old as the ten, at least our Dunjun King can freely enter and exit the court every day, he can go home after work and drink two cups with his brothers, and there are still a few days off a month, and he can completely take his beloved Fujin to walk on the street as he likes, and show his beautiful identity as the first master of the Qing Dynasty in front of everyone, and have a certain degree of freedom in life.

Personally, I think that as long as Kangxi Ye forces the prince to read in the study 120 times a day, gives him two days off a month, lets him hang freely on the street, and gives him an errand in any department, it can completely prevent him from blackening and mixing until Kangxi Ye retires, and it is nothing for him to become a national leader in his forties.

I didn't see how the leaders of various countries are getting old, and they can come to power in their forties, which is really young.

The prince is called the little son of Kangxi, that is, the famous eunuch Li Dequan in later generations.

Xiao Dezi is an alert person, and it probably took nearly an hour to call someone.

"The prince has arrived."

The ministers watched the long-legged male god walk in leisurely.

The prince is well-dressed, Long Zhangfeng is in style, smiling slightly, and putting it out, it is a beautiful face in the prosperous world.

But where did he come from this hour?

Needless to say, it's certainly not reading.

Everyone is making up for it in their hearts, but no one will pick out this topic, and squeezing each other's eyes is the most expression.

The prince sees Kangxi, and the ministers see the prince.

Kangxi didn't speak, and looked at King Chengyin.

The third master was stunned.

Mother Nun can't do it.

Speaking of that kind of murderous spirit, is Lao Shi not as good as the prince at all?

It's one thing that the crown prince hasn't been on the battlefield, but every year he beats the eunuchs and palace maids who die in his hands, and they can fill the well by dragging them out.

Kangxi held the cup very comfortably.

If Lao San didn't even have such courage, today's matter would be like this.

He can talk to the prince afterwards.

That is to say, the former dynasty will do the things later.

The big thing is small.

Everyone looked at King Chengyin.

King Chengyin felt that his calf was cramping.

When I get back, I must drag that staff out and beat him with a hundred and eighty sticks.

At this time, none of the brothers stepped forward to help.

Until the end, everyone still prefers to stand on the dry shore.

The King of Chengyin County had no way to retreat, so he could only ask his words tactfully for a few moments, to the effect that everyone suspected that you had used the Victory Aversion Technique to the Ten Blessings, do you dare to let everyone search your Minqing Palace.

The surprise on the prince's face was really not fake at all: "The tenth brother and sister are tired of being used, why would the third brother suspect what this palace did." Why do you want to plot against your ten siblings? ”