Prince Gong shuddered suddenly, and in his confusion, he felt the strength to pull his arm.

Zhen's hand suddenly loosened, causing Prince Gong to wake up.

"Who-who!" He fluttered and half-sat up, but he was shocked by a colic in his abdomen, and the whole person lay on his side on the bed gasping, "Junping...... Junping!! ”

"Lord Wang......" Zhen was a little helpless and wanted to step forward again, but Chen Yicong directly blocked in front of his mother.

"The mother concubine has been guarding her father for three days, and the child finally came back tonight, so let's give the child a chance to fulfill his filial piety." He turned his head to look at Zhen, "You go and rest." ”

Prince Gong on the bed hadn't figured out the situation yet, and seeing that Zhen was leaving, he beat the edge of the bed again, "Don't, don't...... I don't want anyone!! As long as I stay here—"

Chen Yicong gasped.

He looked at his haggard and gaffe father, who was playing on the bed like a child at the moment, and only felt that his heart was more angry.

"Father!" Chen Yicong suddenly clenched his father's hand, "Open your eyes and see who I am, it's me, your son!" ”

Prince Gong was shocked by the sudden scolding in his ears, and then he raised his eyes to look at his son in a trance.

However, with just one look, he stiffened with fear.

Chen Yicong's eyes were originally the most similar to Zhen's.

However, at this moment, there is a bit of indifference, a bit of impatience, and a bit of majesty that must be obeyed in such a pair of good-looking eyes.

——Such eyes are exactly the same as Emperor Jianxi back then.

In an instant, a familiar fear came to his heart, and Prince Gong's whole body went limp.

He whimpered and jerked his hand back, and his whole body shrank into the quilt and retreated to the corner of the bed.

Chen Yicong was about to sit down to hold a vigil for his father when Zhen patted him on the shoulder.

Zhen walked out slowly, and Chen Yicong followed. She first explained to the maid in the room again the places to pay attention to tonight, and told her that if there was any emergency, she should send someone to find her immediately.

"No," Chen Yicong interrupted, "you came to me. ”

Zhen smiled and didn't refute.

The mother and son walked out slowly.

Chen Yicong sent his mother back to the courtyard of the small garden, and it was not until this moment that Zhen realized that he had probably really reached the limit of his physical strength. She didn't even have the strength to let her maid come and wash herself, and soon lay down on the bed.

Chen Yicong took the fan in the hand of the servant girl on the side, pulled a low stool and sat down beside Zhen's bed, looking at her mother's slightly sunken eyes with some distress.

"You go and rest, too." Zhen said in a low voice, "You've been tired these days. ”

"Not tired." The fan in Chen Yicong's hand fanned harder, "It's hard for the mother concubine to take care of her father all the time." ”

"The day after tomorrow is the day when your father ascends the throne...... Zhen looked at the son, "How do you feel about being in the cabinet these days?" ”

“…… They all said the boy was doing well. Chen Yicong replied.

"Who are 'they'?"

"Master Zhang, Master Sun, and many officials who have met before but don't know each other......"

Chen Yicong told his mother what he had seen and heard in the cabinet in the past few days, and generally as long as he said the characteristics of that person, or the specific official title, Zhen could quickly pick up the person's name.

This point made Chen Yicong's heart really rise with a sense of respect for his mother.

- The mother really knows everything.

"Why are you frowning when you're doing a good job?" Zhen asked in a low voice.

"It wasn't like that before." Chen Yicong said softly, "Don't talk about the father in the past, even the masters of the Guozijian often pointed out all kinds of mistakes and omissions of the children, and even in some places, even if they pointed it out directly, the children may not be able to understand it at that time, and they have to come back and think about it again."

"So I don't think these people are telling me the truth." Chen Yicong looked at his mother with a little displeasure, "They flatter me." ”

Zhen laughed, with a slight wrinkle at the corners of his eyes.

"The location is different, it's like this." Zhen calmed down a little of his smile, "You don't feel it now, but they already feel it." ”

"What then?" Chen Yicong blinked, "If I'm wrong again now, wouldn't anyone be able to stop me." ”

"No one could stop them in the first place." Zhen looked at Chen Yicong.

Chen Yicong was stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered the stories of the death of loyal ministers in history, and remembered those emperors who couldn't listen to bitter words and their final fate, and couldn't help but be confused.

"But the history books ......"

Zhen sighed and waved his hand at Chen Yicong, motioning for him to come closer.

Chen Yicong knelt beside his mother's bed—just like when he was a child, Zhen gently rubbed Chen Yicong's head, "History books are all written by courtiers, and there has never been a book left by a king, and the courtier's vision ...... and the ...... of the monarch It's not the same, is it? ”

Chen Yicong's brows furrowed even tighter.

Zhen continued, "The mistakes that have been left in the annals of history, as a rule, ...... There are probably two kinds of them. Either it's wrong at the root and doesn't do the right thing, or it's the execution is wrong and you don't do it right.

"The king selects the best and the best, opens up the way of speech, and distinguishes rewards and punishments, all in order to do things correctly, and if something goes wrong in the process, then through these suggestions, you can rearrange the layout......

"But none of this can really help you make the right decision in the first place.

"What you know is always limited, and people's hearts are immeasurable, and no one can promise you that something will end well. If things get into a state of contention, the final solution must not be the best, but the most mediocre - or even useless.

"Especially now," Zhen repeated in a low voice as he looked at Shizi, "especially now ......"

"You can only rely on courage, experience, and a little wisdom to test a path of your own." Zhen said softly, "So the mistakes made for the ministers can be reversed, for the monarch...... Every step has its price. ”

Chen Yicong was lying on the side of the bed, and suddenly felt that these words were really familiar.

He couldn't help but yawn, and then suddenly remembered - yes, the imperial grandfather had said the same thing.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, "...... Is the same with the royal grandfather? ”

"Probably...... Right. Zhen blinked, and there were some things she thought about, but she still didn't say it.

Chen Yicong sighed, "How can the concubine understand so much." ”

Zhen sneered, "When I was very young, your grandfather taught me like this - look at decision-making at the top, understanding at the middle, and implementation at the bottom." ”

Speaking of her father, Zhen couldn't help but smile slightly, she looked at the top of the bed and talked about the past.

When she was young, her father often studied with her, and when she was older, she was entrusted with the management of the family's money and food, and later she argued fiercely with her father about many authentic files of unknown origin......

And the first time she entered the palace with her father-

"That's right," Zhen suddenly remembered something more important, "about Hengyuanjun......"

She looked at Shizi—the boy couldn't hold it anymore, so he fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

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