Feng Zi knelt on the ground.

His father, the Emperor, the most powerful man in the Great Zhou Dynasty, was looking down on him.

Or rather, they were looking at him.

He knelt straight on the cold ground, staring ahead, his expression unchanged.

He knew that now was not the time to hide.

"You are indeed much stronger than your royal brothers."

After a long time, Emperor Hua Yuan finally sighed: "Get up." ”

Feng Zi got up silently.

Emperor Hua Yuan's eyes fell on this son, and suddenly said something extremely irlevant: "Actually, I originally liked your fourth emperor brother. ”

When Emperor Hua Yuan said this, he carefully looked at Feng Zi's expression.

But it's a pity that this fifteen-year-old boy has a certain lack of expression.

Abbreviated as facial paralysis.

Emperor Hua Yuan couldn't see anything.

Emperor Hua Yuan then said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "But a teenager, what are you doing with such an old posture?" ”

Feng Zi said lightly: "Isn't my father's fancy for me?" ”

Emperor Hua Yuan was furious, and then smiled.

That's it. He shook his head.

"Of all my princes, you are the least likable." Emperor Hua Yuan said.

He looked at Feng Zi's silent appearance like that, and emphatically emphasized: "Even now, I don't like you very much." ”

Oh. Feng Zi replied lightly in his heart.

It's a pity you can't help it, he thought. The ones you like are stupid.

When he thought of this, Feng Zi felt that his father was actually quite powerful.

Able to abandon their likes and dislikes and pick the most suitable son to inherit the throne.

It's easy to say, but ordinary people can't do it at all.

Emperor Hua Yuan's body had completely collapsed, and when he said these few words, he even gasped for breath.

He coughed several times over his handkerchief, ignoring the speck of scarlet blood on it.

"It was the queen who told me that you are more suitable than the fourth prince."

Empress?

Feng Zi was stunned.

This queen, of course, can't be the queen who died in front.

When Empress Yuan left, Emperor Hua Yuan still looked like he was in the prime of life.

So, is it Koishi?

Feng Zi's thoughts turned, and what he thought of was that in the imperial garden, the other party's fan covered his face, revealing half of the skin that deceived the frost and snow, and a pair of eyes with autumn water.

Why should she help herself?

Seeing that this son finally showed a little stunned, Emperor Hua Yuan actually felt a strange sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Then he realized that he was secretly competing with a fifteen-year-old boy, and he couldn't help but spit on himself, and when it was time to die, he even retreated.

He coughed twice more and said, "I made a deal with the queen......

……

When he came out of the Green Dragon Palace, Feng Zi turned around and asked to see Ah Zhao.

Ah Zhao is lying alone in the Vermilion Bird Hall at this time, reading the notebook.

Bored in the palace, she can only find something to pass the time by herself.

Fortunately, Emperor Hua Yuan also indulged her, and when he heard that she wanted to read the book, he asked the chamberlain to go outside the palace without saying a word, and bought hundreds of copies of all kinds of scripts that were fashionable.

Ah Zhao is quite satisfied.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was rich and powerful, and the people lived a good life, and they read a lot. The more people who read the book, the more interesting the stories they make.

These books are all high-quality products, talking about the wind and the moon, talking about adventures, and the legends of gods and ghosts, Ah Zhao looks at it, no worse than the ones I used to see in modern times.

Hearing that the prince was coming, Ah Zhao put the notebook on the table and let people in.