The emperor is the emperor after all, and he quickly calmed down his excitement. He also saw that his son was already a little impatient, so he was a little embarrassed to speak:

"Quan'er, for the father, I don't know if I should ask the last question?"

"Just ask." The king replied angrily.

"Well, which is more comfortable to wipe your buttocks, satin, leaves, or stones?"

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Wang Quanquan almost flipped the table when he heard it, he was really mentally retarded, and the most mentally retarded thing he had ever done in his life was to let him ask this kind of question.

Looking at the emperor's hopeful eyes, Wang Quanquan gritted his teeth and squeezed out word by word, "Silk is comfortable, but I am generally used to using straw paper." ”

When the emperor heard this, he burst into tears. Oh my God, he's got the hidden answers. At the same time, he wanted to continue to ask, but he was glared back by Wang Quanquan, and then he stopped the question on his lips.

At this time, Yang Guifei also brought a group of palace maids and eunuchs to bring all kinds of meals, which is really worthy of the royal family, the meals are not only full of color and fragrance, but also the degree of delicacy is one top, just an ordinary cabbage, with the innermost cabbage heart, a dish is afraid to use more than a dozen cabbage.

Not to mention those meat dishes, what sturgeon tendons, carp whiskers, can be called extremely luxurious, but they are very extravagant and wasteful, and the flesh aches for a while to see the king's power.

"Father, mother, hurry up and eat, I can't eat alone."

Wang Quanquan took a big bite of it, and did not forget to remind the people around him that seeing his vigorous appearance, Yang Guifei and the emperor were naturally happy, sat down together, took the rice handed by the palace maid and ate it together.

In fact, they weren't hungry in the first place, mainly because Wang Quanquan's starving ghost-like appearance showed them that they were hungry.

After about a quarter of an hour, after making three bowls of rice, Wang Quanquan finally had his fill, lay down on the chair, took the tea handed by the maid, and squinted like an old man and hummed the tea.

Don't say it, the tea in this palace is fragrant!

Just as I was eating, some memories slowly came to my mind, which should be the original owner of this body.

Although there are only a few sporadic fragments, it is enough for him to understand this era.

This is the same dynasty in which he lived, but a thousand years ago, and his father, the current emperor, is the second emperor of this dynasty.

There has always been a question about the power of the king, it is good for the average dynasty to survive for two or three hundred years, why can this dynasty survive for so long, not only enduring, but also becoming more and more prosperous, maybe now that he has entered this history, maybe he can answer the doubts in his heart.

The royal authority is now the eighth prince, and it is not impossible to be an emperor or something in the future, no matter how bad it is, you can mix a prince, and when the time comes, there will be a group of wives and concubines, and they will eat and wait for death all day long.

The emperor and the concubine looked at their son smirking at themselves, and the glimmer of hope in the emperor's heart was still disappointed, but after thinking about it, he was relieved, and it was a good thing to be able to spend his life safely and happily.

The emperor had other things to deal with, he left after eating, and when he left, he instructed him to take medicine on time, Yang Guifei had nothing to do, so he planned to accompany his son more, and the royal authority had nothing to hide, so he was still held in his arms by Yang Guifei after all.

said a heart-warming word, and by the way, made Wang Quanquan blush, Yang Guifei giggled instead, but she didn't expect her son to know that he was shy, she always felt that her current son was a little different from before, and she couldn't tell what was different.

Which woman in the palace doesn't want to compete for favor, even a palace maid dreams of one day being favored by the emperor and flying on the branches to become a phoenix.

Yang Guifei was just a concubine before, and later gave birth to the eighth prince, the eighth prince is handsome and cute, smart and clever, and is very loved by the emperor.

It's a pity that Mu Xiu is in the forest, and the sole pet is bound to attract jealousy, and even more secretly plotted, poisoned and assassinated, and there have been several cases in just five years, even if the internal defense is impenetrable, it can't stop the house thief.

Assassination can fail a hundred times, but one success is fatal, and that's how it was for the Eighth Prince.

At the age of five, the closest an Assassin came to him, when the Assassin's dagger was only a fraction of a millimeter away from him, and he survived thanks to the sacrifice of his life by a loyal little eunuch.

The eighth prince was also frightened because of this, fell seriously ill, and woke up in a mess, stupid and stupid. He was originally smart and clever, but he didn't understand the addition and subtraction within ten, and he forgot to memorize the three-character scripture, and he had to rely on others to take care of his daily life, and he didn't even have the basic ability to take care of himself.

He has been bullied and ridiculed by other princes more than once, and he has been stripped of his pants and wandered around the palace, and all the emperor can do is to punish other princes harshly, but it can't change anything.

Thinking of this, Yang Guifei, who was originally very happy, couldn't help crying again, and Wang Quanquan probably guessed what Yang Guifei thought, especially this time, it was even more dead, and the eighth prince was pushed into the lake, and it took half a day before he was discovered.

When it was found, it was already breathless, the Son of Heaven was furious, ordered a strict investigation of the murderer, the four gods were arrested, and the last thing found was only the body of a murderer, and still nothing could be found, but fortunately, the treatment was timely, and the life of the eighth prince was saved.

In fact, only Wang Quanquan himself knew that it was too late, the eighth prince was dead, and he was just a replacement, so he looked up at Yang Guifei, who was holding him, and comforted him:

"Mother, don't be sad, isn't it good to be Quan'er, I won't let others bully me in the future!"

Yang Guifei looked at this immature child when she heard this, saw the perseverance in his eyes, and couldn't help hugging him and crying.

Wang Quanquan spent a long time comforting his mother, and finally Yang Guifei returned to her bedroom with the support of the palace maid and eunuch.

Wang Quan looked into the distance through the courtyard and muttered to himself:

"The two of us have the same name, today I have taken your place, and I will definitely find out the mastermind behind the scenes and avenge you!"

In essence, Wang Zhiquan is a salted fish, a salted fish, born in a peaceful era, he has not experienced deceit, nor has he experienced war, so he lacks a sense of urgency to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

Just yesterday, he just released his bold words, at this time he was sipping tea in the study and reading the book, and there was a long-bearded old man standing in front of him, who was a scholar in the cabinet of the dynasty, and the most learned handful of people in the dynasty.

The old man was very helpless, he was sent to teach this eighth prince, and as we all know, with the qualifications of the eighth prince, it is impossible to teach anything, and his own three-character scripture is about to be rotten, and he still hasn't taught this "talented" little prince.

It was not easy to stop for a few days after the assassination before, but now that the prince has recovered, he has to come and continue to teach the Three Character Sutra.

But today's little prince seems to be different, he doesn't learn the three-character scripture, he has to learn to write!

The old man wanted to die, and he taught it for three whole years, barely teaching the Eighth Prince to read, and now it's okay, he returned to the liberation overnight, and he has to teach again.

This can't be blamed on the king's authority, he got very few memories from the host, which does not include reading and writing, maybe this is not an important memory for the host itself, the most memory is all kinds of eating, drinking and playing, and there are not many useful things.

It is said that fools are happy, and it seems to be true.

Wang Quanquan thought helplessly in his heart, so he needed to learn the language and culture of this era from scratch, he thought that as an adult he would learn very slowly, but because his body was a child, he learned unexpectedly fast.

In less than half a day, you can read and write more than 20 words, the old man is still very happy, it seems that he still has an impression of what he taught before, and he doesn't need to teach it for another three years, after all, he doesn't have a few old bones to live for three years.

He still hopes that his knowledge can be passed on to a few more promising young people, or used to write books and speak. Even if there is a complaint in his stomach, he has to keep his face respectful, and he still has to say that it is against his will:

"His Royal Highness is really a genius, he reads and writes so fast, the old man has never seen such a smart person in his life."

Wang Quanquan didn't know that the old man had so many dramas in his heart, and he still concentrated on learning those unfamiliar words and languages, just like that, Wang Quanquan studied for three days, and he found that the brain was really more and more spiritual, probably because the host body had a part of the memory, and he gradually learned to draw inferences.

In the end, it only took him less than half a month to learn most of the words, and he should have gone further, but at this time he stopped doing it.

As a salted fish, Wang Quanquan is the best at getting by, he thinks that as a person in the future, he has learned all the words, and he has mastered a lot of knowledge that the ancients did not know, and his knowledge is high enough, and he may be bald if he continues to learn.

So he began to lie down and die again, slacking off his work, no longer paying attention to his studies, but concentrating on studying his jade pendant.