Master Fu has one head and two big.

How did he not know that the words of the saint were to punish Sun Rui, but Sun Rui was afraid of the cold, his legs were colder than a group of old men, and it was still snowing outside, not to mention kneeling for an hour or two, that is, he only knelt for a quarter of an hour, and Sun Rui's legs were useless.

No matter what Taishi Fu thought about the excerpts, it was impossible for him to let Sun Rui suffer such a sin.

Just pretend you don't understand and kneel down yourself.

If you don't care about it, you have to call him back.

Master Fu could only step forward, taking advantage of Sun Rui's time to get up, he stopped the person, and persuaded the saint with good words: "You really want to punish kneeling, and wait for the next summer, the bluestone slab will be hot and hot, and it will be cold when you kneel." ”

The saint laughed angrily and shouted, "How? Are you here to tell me about winter sickness and summer cure? Aiqing, don't go to Wenying Hall for your Ming'er, can I let you go to the Tai Hospital to sit? ”

Master Fu said: "Holy Lord, you are deeply in love and responsible, but no matter how heavy the punishment is, you must always take care of His Highness's body, and his legs can't bear it." ”

Gonggong Han also echoed: "Holy Lord, the body and bones of the Third Highness can't stand the cold, you let Your Highness go to the outside to be frozen, how sad the concubine is." ”

The green tendons on the saint's forehead jumped for a while.

He really doesn't know where Sun Rui got the problem, it seems to have gotten worse and worse year by year in the past few years, and the hospital can't find the root cause, but the chill is real.

Otherwise, who can be like Sun Rui, wrapped in a body at the end of autumn, and even wrapped into a bear in winter, and in the hall where the earth fire dragon was burned and the charcoal basin was lit, there was no sweat at all.

But Sun Rui is afraid of cold, isn't there no disease in Sun Zhen's shoulder?

A person who is jumping around, went to Nanling, fell and was seriously injured, so far his arm is still sick, he can't lift it easily, and it hurts when it's cold, it's not much better than Sun Rui!

However, the saint can't blame Sun Rui for the matter of Nanling.

Today, Zhao Fangshi was greedy for ink, so he was given the opportunity to punish Sun Rui justifiably.

It came suddenly, but just in time.

The knives are all handed to the hand, how can there be no reason not to use them?

Master Fu persuaded him on the side, but the saint was too worried, which made the elders of the three dynasties suspicious, and Gonggong Han said a lot of good things, so he didn't insist.

The saint shook his head and sat back in his chair, saying, "That's it, if you fall ill and your mother is worried, you can kneel here." ”

Sun Rui hung his head and knelt down again, burying his head very low.

I have to say that his father is a master of pretending, and every word and deed just now is completely sad and helpless for his son who made a mistake.

didn't pretend to be counted, but also brought Master Fu and Gonggong Han to the stage, persuaded them one by one, and after saying all the good things, he went down the steps, which was considered to be letting him go for the time being.

It's ridiculous and chilling.

No matter how much dissatisfaction there is, Sun Rui can only suppress it first, and he doesn't even have the time to discern in detail who stabbed him in Mingzhou.

Master Fu didn't rush to explain the state affairs, picked other things that were not big or small, and tried to calm the mood of the saint first.

Seeing that it was almost there, he asked about Zhao Fangshi.

"If you are greedy for ink, you still have to let the Metropolitan Procuratorate investigate......" As soon as Master Fu spoke, he saw that the face of the saint sank again.

"Fu Aiqing thinks it's a false accusation?" The saint asked rhetorically.

Master Fu said in a low voice: "It's not necessarily true to make false accusations, in charge of the sea port, there will be some in hand, but it is said that the Third Highness knows and cleans up the person who exposed it......"

While speaking, Master Fu glanced at Sun Rui.

He came here at this moment, and he also had his thoughts.

Sun Rui is about to be made the crown prince, and someone is in trouble at this moment, whether it is Sun Qi or Sun Xuan behind it, or someone else who has an enmity with Sun Rui, this is not surprising.

But how much of it is true and how much it is false, we must first figure it out.

If Sun Rui is not a big mistake, Master Fu thinks that he should still protect him, and in the current situation, it is a good thing to establish a prince early, and he can't delay the affairs of the court on trumped-up charges.

If Sun Rui is really confused, and this confusion has to leave a bunch of pigtails, then it should be reconsidered.

Sun Rui is also young, confused for a while, and not careful enough, it doesn't matter, a few of them are old guys twisting the rules, and they will grow more and more in the next few years.

I'm afraid, it's not a moment of confusion, Sun Rui is obsessed with a path to the dark, with such a temperament, even if this is the most qualified among the princes, they don't dare to call him the prince and the son of heaven.

The Son of Heaven, who can't be persuaded and can't be pulled, is the most terrible.

Can't the three of them old guys, with one foot in the coffin, still have to hit the pillar in the court to force the emperor to compromise, right?

Maybe there will be blood on the ground, and the paranoid people can't pull it back.

The saint listened to Master Fu's words and looked at Sun Rui with lowered eyes: "You say, do you know or not, do you participate?" ”

Sun Rui wanted to speak and stopped.

It's not that he's out of the way.

He can push everything out, anyway, Zhao Fangshi's chess piece is useless, it is better to let the other party finally exert his residual heat and take on the charge of fox and fake tiger.

As long as it is not ironclad evidence, with his status as a prince, can he still be like an official, and he will not be degraded for the sake of Mingzhou's corruption of ink?

Admit it or not, he is still the third prince in the Wenying Palace.

The position of the prince is not wanted, and there is really no difference in counting.

But the knife was handed by hand, Sun Rui has cleared it up now, can he really win everyone's trust?

People's hearts are the most difficult to guess and the most difficult to change, and once they are recognized, they will not look back at all.

Just like his father, he recognized that Sun Zhen was Sun Zhen, and in his previous life, in order to let Sun Zhen ascend the throne, he did not hesitate to use him as a target, and did not hesitate to cut the power of several meritorious and capable people, and even trapped Jiang Muyuan.

In this life, for Sun Zhen, his father set up the Wenying Palace, hoping that he, Sun Qi and Sun Xuan would break their heads and make way for Sun Zhen.

Then take it......

The chess pieces are wasted, but the effect is still indispensable.

"Erchen knows," Sun Rui clenched his hands into fists, pressed against the ground, and his voice trembled slightly, "Erchen is guilty." ”

"Listen!" The saint turned his head to Master Fu and said, "I didn't wronged him!" ”

Master Fu sighed secretly, and could only continue to ask Sun Rui: "Your Highness, in your opinion, how to deal with Zhao Fangshi, where is Concubine Zhao ......?"

"The situation in Mingzhou, everything is decided by the Metropolitan Procuratorate," Sun Rui said, "The Zhao family is just a woman, she is the one who is hidden in the dark, Zhao Fangshi is greedy for ink, and has nothing to do with her......"

The more he listened, the more angry he became, and he waved his hand and said, "Quit!" I and Fu Aiqing discuss government affairs, you go to see your mother, and then go back to the house to think about it! When will it be disposed of, and when will it come out again! ”

Sun Rui kowtowed, and when he got up, his knees were extremely uncomfortable, he frowned and endured it, and retreated step by step.