After Zhai Xihao sat down, the emperor personally brought a cup of tea to him. Zhai Xihao took the tea given to him by his father with both hands in a panic, and did not dare not give his father face, so he immediately drank it to his mouth.

That cup of tea was just brewed by the emperor, Zhai Xihao drank it directly, and it was strange not to burn his tongue! But this cup of tea was given by the emperor, even if it was hot, Zhai Xihao couldn't spit out the water.

Zhai Yuan saw this son's flattery for him, suppressed his disgust for Zhai Xihao, and pretended to be a loving father and said, "Look at your frizzy appearance!" Drink slowly, don't rush, there's still something here. ”

Zhai Xihao is the first time to contact this appearance of his father, the father he saw in the past, in his heart is so unreachable, high, as if the emperor is always a cold person, it turns out that his father is so good to him...

"Father, Hao'er must drink all this pot of tea, thank your father for the tea." Zhai Xihao was so moved that he was about to cry.

The corners of Zhai Yuan's mouth were raised, his eyes were narrowed, and he teased: "Look at you, the palace is like no tea to drink, so you have to come to my father to irrigate water." ”

Zhai Xihao scratched his head embarrassedly, wasn't he too happy. And it was soaked by the emperor himself, can it be the same as that of the palace maid and slave?

"Okay, I've drunk a lot of tea, Hao'er, do you know what your father asked you to come to my bedroom today?" Zhai Yuan looked at Zhai Xihao with loving eyes, as if he was sighing that his crown prince was going to marry the crown princess one day...

Zhai Xihao shook his head in confusion, he really didn't know why his father called him to the dormitory? But obviously, it's not here to deliberate. The palace maid was also dismissed, Zhai Xihao really couldn't guess his father's purpose.

"In my dormitory, there is an imperial sword." As Zhai Yuan spoke, his index finger pointed to the sword shelf next to Da Long's bed, and there was a sharp sword with a shiny and gilded body on the shelf.

Zhai Xihao recognized it, it was the imperial sword worn by the emperors of all dynasties, and the sword would be stained with blood, it was a sword that had 'whoever gets this sword, gets the world'!

"Erchen saw it, father, that imperial sword, have you always kept it in the dormitory?" Zhai Xihao has a yearning in his eyes, one day, next to his bedroom, he can also erect such a sword, because it indicates that he has the world in his hand!

Zhai Yuan shook his head, "Sometimes if you want to take it with you, you will also bring it into the imperial study." ”

Zhai Xihao nodded clearly and stopped talking. In front of the emperor, it was easy to make mistakes if he said too much, and he was afraid that he would reveal the idea of wanting to have Edgeworth, and it would be bad to upset his father.

"Hao'er." Zhai Yuan's gaze moved away from the imperial sword, put it back on Zhai Xihao, and said, "Father gave you that imperial sword as your wedding gift, okay?" ”

"Huh?" Zhai Xihao didn't know what the emperor was talking about.

The imperial sword on the shelf is usually taken over by the Son of Heaven on the day he ascended the throne, is his father doing this to stabilize Zhai Xihao's position as the Son of Heaven?

No, maybe my father wanted to abdicate on his wedding day and let him inherit... It's so exciting...

"Hao'er, this sword will be handed over to you first, and after your father and emperor go away, you will be able to protect this land in place of your father!" Zhai Yuan saw what Zhai Xihao was thinking, and laughed disdainfully in his heart.

After listening to Zhai Yuan's words, Zhai Xihao knew that he was thinking too much, and his expression became stiff, too embarrassed, but fortunately, his father didn't see it.

"That's it, you will take this imperial sword today, so as not to be reluctant after a while!" Zhai Yuan was quite imposing, picked up the imperial sword from the shelf, and threw it to Zhai Xihao.

Zhai Xihao was afraid of dropping the sword, so he quickly took it, and almost stepped on his feet together and fell to the ground.

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(Markor Literature-)