He Zhichun took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, it is now the end of April, Duanyang is in sight, the weather is very warm, and there is a big fire for alchemy in this room, which is really as hot as a day in June and July.

The saint was lying on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and like He Zhichun, his whole person had lost a lot of weight.

"Daddy, my son is here with my fourth brother."

The saint slowly opened his eyes, "Let everyone go out." ”

Gonggong Bao, who was standing beside him and waiting, had red eyes when he heard this, and walked out with some staggering, and after a while, the entire Ganlu Hall was quiet.

"Daddy, it's stuffy in this house, just open the window to breathe." He Zhichun said, walked to the window, and looked at the saint inquiringly.

The saint shook his head, "Is your third brother dead?" ”

King Wei was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, "It's already gone." ”

The sage was a little stunned, and only after a while did he explain: "Concubine Yang has two sons, the king of Wu is dead, the king of Shu sits in a row, demoted to the county duke, encloses Bazhou, and will never be allowed to enter Chang'an." The king of Shu has a tyrannical temperament and often does illegal things, but he has no ambition and is not enough to trouble. Send an eye on him, and spare him his life. ”

King Wu reversed, and the King of Shu actually did not raise troops to respond, but who told him to stand up to such a brother?

The saint is old, and his heart is much softer, if he is in his heyday, the king of Shu will be exiled.

He Zhichun felt a little sour in his heart when he heard this, the sage in his previous life was in May, and now it was the end of April, and he was afraid that he already knew that his life would be short.

He Zhichun originally thought that the saint was not good, it was the catastrophe at the beginning of the year, and after he got better, he never committed it, but unexpectedly, the illness came like a mountain, even if she prepared all kinds of medicinal materials early, the imperial doctor was still helpless.

When he was young, he fought on horseback, and when he was old, all the previous dark wounds came out.

"Daddy, why are you saying this?"

The sage sighed, and then said: "Concubine Yang's words, her life is also bitter. After my trip......"

King Wei and He Zhichun exclaimed at the same time, "Daddy! ”

The saint patted the hands of the two, "After my great trip, don't bury the living with me." When the time comes, the concubines who have children will be sent to the palace to have family fun. The childless high-ranking concubines, Tianbao wants to provide for them, don't treat them harshly. For the rest, let's send it to Ganye Temple. ”

The sage said, putting He Zhichun's hand into the hands of King Wei, "Shilang, you can hate Daddy, but don't blame Tianbao, she didn't rob you of the throne." She is a little lady after all, you are a brother, you have to protect her. ”

When King Wei heard this, he cried loudly, he was originally in his temperament, and the saints treated him very well in the past, so to speak, if it wasn't for the incident when Tianbao was born, he would be the most intimate son of the saint.

"Daddy, Daddy, where can I protect Tianbao, Tianbao needs your protection!"

The sage smiled, "I already feel it, I'm afraid it won't be good this time, your aunt is still waiting for me in front, but I don't know how to tell her, the matter of Da Lang and Jiu Lang, and Xiao Jinyang." ”

The saint smiled and smiled, and his eyes were red with laughter.

He laughed for a while, straightened his face again, and said seriously: "Chu Shilang has great talents, and Wenzhi can rely on it more in the future." Cui Jiu was originally the chosen talent, although now he ...... But Cui Jiu is still available. ”

Alas, it's the queen and the Xiangye again, and the cheap dog surnamed Cui is a cheap thing! But after so long, he also saw clearly that in this world, if there was anyone who would not turn his back on Tianbao, it could only be Cui Jiu.

"The whole family of the British Duke can be good at fighting, and they know the times and know the advance and retreat, and they are loyal to Daqing, but Tianbao must remember that military power cannot be dominated by one family, Xue Gui, Su Dingfang...... I, General Daqing, don't know what is ordinary, don't put my eggs in one basket. ”

Although it is said that there is no suspicion in employing people, and there is no need to suspect people, but Tianbao, you can't get the British family to go to war, right? Look at it, son Li Siwen, daughter-in-law Cui Yun, daughter Li Tian, son-in-law Du Huaigong, why is his British duke so good!

The saint was a little unconvinced, what if their family was a great achievement? What should I do if Tianbao can't hold it down? Thinking about it, Emma, he didn't even want to die.

What if the battle is lost, and the whole family goes to war?

Isn't this the same as destroying people? The saint's brain turned quickly, and he secretly scolded the old fox, no wonder the eldest son of the British Duke has always been idle and has no sense of existence, this guy is leaving a root for himself!

Why are his sons so obedient? Comparing myself to my own group of unfilial sons, jealousy makes me ugly.

"Uncle Guo is my confidant, he is both civil and military and prestigious, and he is your uncle, although he doesn't like you, but he will never let other people be emperors."

He didn't know that guy with a small belly and chicken intestines, without the blood of his old Sun family, he wouldn't let him be the emperor, watch Uncle Sun beat King Wu, how energetic he is!

He Zhichun and King Wei watched the saint's face change and change, and there was some hesitation in their hearts, her father should not be testing them, looking at his red face, she felt that the saint could live for another five hundred years.

The sage touched his beard, then said: "Chu Deng is good at slapping horses, and he is good at manipulating power, so you don't want to listen to him for everything; Uncle Sun Guo is old, loves to train people, and plays with his heart, he is not as good as your aunt with 10,000 yuan, you don't have to rely on him all ......"

He Zhichun was speechless, Dad, you said such things, it turned out that they were all in vain.

One moment he lifted people to the sky, and the next he trampled people into the mud, what did he want to do?

The saint also realized that what he said was a little contradictory, sighed, and simply stopped talking about it.

He said, looking at He Zhichun's lower abdomen, "Did the imperial doctor say that it was a man or a woman?" ”

He Zhichun was stunned for a moment, this turn was a little urgent!

"The month is still shallow, and the imperial doctor can't get it out."

The saint sighed, and then said a little awkwardly: "That's it, Daddy wants to be wrong, Tianbao doesn't blame Daddy." ”

God knows that when he knew that He Zhichun was pregnant, he had that complicated mood, but seeing the happy appearance of the young couple, he was more relieved, this may be the will of God.

He Zhichun let out a soft "um".

This is the limit of what she can do, how can she not blame the saint, she blames, but not so weird.

As if he had finished explaining the matter, the saint lay back again, his eyes half-squinted, "Tianbao go and cook a table of food for Daddy, Daddy wants to eat." Shiro read to Daddy and read the Daqing Heroes. ”

He Zhichun and King Wei both had a bad premonition in their hearts, why did they think that the saint wanted to let go of himself, but he was trying to toss them?

You see him lying on the bed like an uncle, and then let the two of them be a cook and a storyteller......

is also a biography of the heroes of Daqing, isn't that why he found a group of literati who had no discipline and wrote a book of words to praise his merits?

He Zhichun's eyes rolled, and in the spirit of being poor and dying and Taoist friends can't live alone, he opened his mouth and proposed: "Why don't you let Brother Jiu come too, play a piano and sing a little song for you?" ”

The saint didn't lift his eyelids, "Very wonderful." ”