He Zhichun picked out interesting things to say, and the sage listened to them with relish.

"I knew it earlier, let Tianbao you come to read the legend of the heroes of Daqing, better than Shiro."

He Zhichun's face stiffened, don't do it! Is it okay to kneel for you?

That Daqing Heroes, even if I like to slap horses so much, I can't bear to look at it directly! It's horrible.

In order to change the topic, He Zhichun picked out some things to say, all of which were some people and things she met after she started doing business with He Zhili.

Don't look at the He family being so prominent now, the two of them really suffered a lot at the beginning.

If you want to make your business bigger, isn't it in the way of some people, and there are not a few people who have been caught and rectified.

Fortunately, she and He Zhili resolved them one by one with their beauty and wisdom.

The sage listened with a straight sob, what beauty and wisdom?

Do you want to have a face?

In this way, Tianbao has completely inherited this shining point of his!

He was sure that in the future, Tianbao Bacheng would also ask someone to write a biography of the Empress Daqing, and the degree of numbness was even better than his.

He Zhichun said a lot, because she knew that the saint would never have the opportunity to listen to her again.

It wasn't until she really had nothing more to say that the sage touched her head unsatisfactorily, "Tianbao go out and call those pavilion elders in." ”

The steps outside the hall were already filled with a bunch of red-eyed old men.

As soon as they saw He Zhichun come out, they all looked back like hungry rabbits, and their eyes were spicy.

He Zhichun looked a little flustered, "The sage told you to go in." ”

The elders stood up tremblingly, as if they could take one step ahead of the saint with a stumble.

They have been waiting impatiently for a long time, why are there so many words from the prince, as if they can't finish it, how can they get it when they go to court in the future.

The ministers scolded her, and she was able to scold her back in a hundred sentences, thinking about it, the future was bleak.

In the last excerpt, you wrote 500 words, and the prince and her red Zhu Pi can reply to you with a thousand sentences.

For example: Aiqing, this sentence doesn't make sense, why don't you go back to the academy and re-enlighten?

Aiqing, I already know what you said, but I don't agree!

Aiqing, this character of yours is too ugly, you can rely on this book to find Chu Shilang, get a copybook, and copy it five hundred times.

Aiqing, there is nothing wrong with your excerpts, I am very pleased. But can you wash your hair? My dragon chair is a bit high, and I often see snowflakes on the top of your head in the early morning, if you don't know what to wash it with...... With this twist, go to find the king of Jin. I gave him a few carts back then, but I shouldn't have used them up yet.

If he doesn't give it, you can come to me and get a pack of the secret recipe of the shampooing court.

Aiqing, I saw your son molesting a woman from a good family in the market yesterday, how about you go back and take care of him, how about punishing him for kneeling? Next time, I'm going to cut off his ......

When the ministers thought about it, they all looked at He Zhichun deeply and shuddered.

The second monk He Zhichun was confused, what do you all think I do?

My dad is sick and I'm sad! Why do I want to see your little suspicious eyes...... It's too much!

But the little skeptical eyes did not linger long, for they all went in to speak to the saint.

When Wei Guifei saw He Zhichun come out, she wiped her tears and whispered softly, "Your Highness, everything is ready." ”

The saint saw that he was about to make a big trip, and it was impossible for the palace to be unprepared.

Those things were all seen by the saint himself early in the morning, and they were all sorted out, He Zhichun was young and didn't understand, but with Wei Guifei here, Wei Guifei was all properly ordered.

Wei Guifei looked at the Ganlu Palace, not happy or sad, "The saint is really unkind, and he didn't even see a person in the harem." ”

He Zhichun coughed, my father is not dead yet, concubine, can you let go of yourself later and expose your true nature?

Wei Guifei said, her eyes red, "Alas, they are all old in the end." Your Highness, what is Xiangzhou like? ”

Wei Guifei's son Ji Wang was the assassin of Xiangzhou at the time, and Yuezhou, Jingzhou, Xiangzhou, was clothed with water.

"The concubine went to see it herself, and she knew it." He Zhichun was close to Wei Guifei, and he did not hide it.

When Wei Guifei heard this, she was satisfied, He Zhichun agreed to let her out of the palace to reunite with her son.

Although she also has some friendship with the saint, she is a smart person, and she knows that her husband and her husband are unreliable, and relying on her son is the right way!

When she was satisfied, she began to cry again, "Saint...... The concubine ...... in her heart"

He Zhichun was startled by her crying, don't mind, why did you play it......

You just said that the saint is unkind!

The other concubines in the harem, seeing that Wei Guifei was crying, also cried along.

All of a sudden, outside the main hall, there was a lot of crying......

He Zhichun stretched his neck and looked, I'm a mother, how many concubines does my father have, why are you crying in line, but you can't see the tail of the line?

Can this nunnery fit it?

What a sin!

After a long while, Chu Dengshan ran out quickly, "Your Highness, come in quickly." ”

He Zhichun was stunned in his heart, and ran away, Cui Jiu, who came at this time, was very frightened, Ah Qiao, you are still pregnant, so fast.

He also has some relatives in his heart, compared to He Zhichun, he is the one who grew up under the nose of the saint!

The two of them rushed into the main hall first, and King Wei, King Jin, Princess Changle and others also stumbled in.

He Zhichun looked at it, and saw the saint lying on the bed in the crowd, compared with when she was telling stories in it before, the saint seemed to be much less angry, and he was already a little out of breath.

He Zhichun didn't know how to cry himself, but the tears fell down like that, and he couldn't cry anymore.

She pounced straight over, "Daddy! ”

The saint looked around the room and squeezed out a smile.

Then he raised his hand tremblingly slightly, "Tianbao doesn't cry." ”

Then he said, first looked at Uncle Sun Guo, then looked at the British Gong, and then looked at Chu Dengshan, "Tianbao is young, after I am a big trip, Uncle Guo, Li Yinggong, and Chu Aiqing are auxiliary ministers." ”

As he spoke, he coughed for a long time before he stopped, and the hall was already full of weeping.

Uncle Sun Guo and the others all bowed to the saint.

The sage paused for a long time before he spoke again: "The son born by Tianbao is named Li Heng, and he is the emperor's grandson. The rest of the men, surnamed Cui, will not be the prince in the future. ”

As soon as the saint's words came out, everyone, including He Zhichun, was so surprised that they couldn't speak.

The sage has always said that he wants to make the son of the king of Wei the emperor's grandson, because He Zhichun is a girl in the end, and the son of the king of Wei is his serious grandson!

Is this sick and confused?

Only Princess Changle was the first to come back to her senses, she pinched the secret decree in her sleeve, and she was surprised that the saint gave her this decree before. If the son of King Wei becomes the emperor, why should the Shen family oppose Tianbao, they just need to wait, and when Tianbao abdicates, the throne will naturally be passed to the son of King Wei.

If Tianbao does not keep his promise, then the saint should help King Wei and fight Tianbao, why should he leave such a will.

If Tianbao keeps his promise, but the Shen family wants to kill her descendants, then the saint's will to divorce his wife is useless, other people's sons are all emperors, and the Shen family who are restless are all saints' mothers.