"Your imperial grandfather attaches great importance to affection, especially taboo since the beginning of the Wuzong Dynasty, the cannibalism between my imperial family.

This is also why, after the death of your father, your grandfather tried his best to override public opinion and put the young you in the position of the emperor's eldest grandson, on the one hand, in order to stabilize the court situation, and the country cannot be without a prince for a day.

On the other hand, it is also to completely cut off the thoughts of those vassal kings who want to seek the throne.

But you are too stubborn, and your father and I have neglected you, which has led to your current situation.

If you really want to do it for yourself and your mother, you won't end up in solitary confinement to death forever in the future.

Then you put away your habits that are not in tune on weekdays, serve your imperial grandfather well, and be the way a grandson should be. ”

"Serving the Imperial Grandfather?"

Hearing Qi's words, Zhao Qingzhan was stunned for a moment.

But seeing that Qi had already taken out a bamboo basket from the wooden frame behind him and handed it to Zhao Qingzhan, "This is the lotus seed soup stewed by your mother and concubine myself,

Your grandfather's favorite drink is lotus seed soup.

It is also your father's favorite thing when he was alive before, you bring this lotus seed soup, your imperial grandfather will definitely touch the scene, think of your father, at that time, even if he doesn't do anything, but at least there will be you in the bottom of his heart.

As for other things, I'll talk about that later. ”

"Lotus seed soup?"

Zhao Qingzhan looked at the lotus seed soup in the bamboo basket in front of him, and muttered.

The bottom of his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist.

In the past, when his father was alive, three generations of their grandfathers and grandchildren sat around and drank the freshly brewing lotus seed soup together.

At that time, he was still young, holding the lotus seed soup that had just come out of the pot and drinking it, but he was hot and crying, his father scolded on the side, and his imperial grandfather was on the side, staring at his father and scolding his father.

How carefree the days were during that time.

But now...

"I see."

Looking at the lotus seed soup handed over by the concubine in front of him, Zhao Qingzhan thought for a while, and then lifted the bamboo basket and walked towards the outside of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"Ugh."

looked at the back of Zhao Qingzhan leaving.

Qi Shi also sighed, a splash gradually appeared in his eyes, covered his mouth, and forcibly held back to prevent himself from crying.

……

Daqianzong Temple!

The place where the ancient Great Qiantian Son of Heaven tablet is enshrined.

It is also the most heavily guarded place in the entire palace except for the emperor's bedroom.

Beyond the towering temple gates.

A palace forbidden soldier wearing armor and a sword hanging from his waist and armed to the teeth stood solemnly.

Let the entire temple reveal a solemn atmosphere.

And at this moment outside the temple gate.

Wang Lishi and a group of little eunuchs stood outside the door with the same respect.

Without squinting, like those forbidden soldiers, they stood solemnly and guarded outside.

And in the depths of this temple.

In the candle-lit hall.

The front is dedicated to the spiritual seat of the previous emperors, and the top is the tablet of Zhao Rulong, the ancestor of the Great Qian, who is the founder of the Great Qian.

And below are all the king's tablets since the founding of the Great Qian.

A total of twenty-eight emperors.

And in the bottom row of these tablets, the rightmost one is a slightly smaller tablet, with the inscription "Yiwen Crown Prince--- Zhao Xian. ”

At this moment, in this temple, the sky is full of incense.

An emaciated old man, dressed in coarse cloth, with his hair tied up in a wooden hairpin, tall bones, long hands, and long feet, and grayish temples, was standing in front of the tablet.

The old man was a little emaciated, but not weak.

On a square face, a half-black, half-white beard flowed to his chest.

Although he is an old man, his eyes are extremely bright, like two bright lights that can penetrate people's hearts.

But at this moment, the bright eyes were full of sadness.

Tears were stored in the corners of his eyes, and he stubbornly held back to prevent them from falling.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Slowly stepped forward, the sadness he endured, and finally turned into a trembling and stroking the slightly smaller tablet in the front row near the right.

"Son, Daddy has come to see you."

Zhao Chongyuan was in tears.

is as strong as him, the son of heaven and the king of a country, looking at this slightly smaller tablet at this moment, he is also like an old man who has lost his independence next door, crying a lot.

But there was no sound.

For the Son of Heaven must not show weakness before men.

Holding down the tablet and holding it in his arms, Zhao Chongyuan sat on the ground leaning on the high platform, his slightly dry hand was like stroking the most precious treasure in the world, and he caressed the tablet in his hand over and over again.

Covering his mouth with a snort, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly because he tried his best to suppress his sadness.

"Do you blame Dad?"

No one answered this sentence, and no one could answer it.

Outside the room, Gao Lishi and the others listened to the sound of self-talk coming from the room, and they were even more frightened.

Don't dare to say a word.

A few young little eunuchs were still a little ignorant, but as soon as they showed their different colors, they were directly stopped by Wang Lishi's fierce eyes, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to raise their heads.

What was going on outside the house, Zhao Chongyuan didn't know.

In the room, Zhao Chongyuan was still holding the tablet in his arms, leaning against the corner of the table on the red cloth platform, and gently wiping the tablet in his hand.

Again!

Again!

Again!

It's as if you never know tiredness.

The strength of the past, the wind of the past, and the spirit of pointing the country disappeared at this moment, only the bleakness and desolation of the orphaned old man.

After a long time, Zhao Chongyuan wiped away the tears on his face, put the tablet in his hand on the high platform very solemnly, and still stretched out his hand over and over again, as if he would not get tired at all.

A sad face suddenly smiled, looked at the tablet of Yiwen Prince Zhao Xian in front of him and said with a smile: "Maybe if you were here, you would scold you Lao Tzu and me, I knew why I didn't listen to you today." ”

But smiling and laughing, the expression on his face turned into sadness again, and finally completely turned into a silent sigh.

When Zhao Xian passed away, he asked Zhao Xian.

After his death, to whom did this crown prince be.

Zhao Xian's answer was: All the brothers are virtuous, and I hope that my father will focus on the society and choose the best.

But it is precisely because of this sentence.

Zhao Chongyuan became more and more unbearable in his heart.

In the end, he gave the crown prince to Zhao Qingzhan and made Zhao Qingzhan the eldest grandson.

"Your Majesty, the emperor's eldest grandson is here."

At this moment, Wang Lishi's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Why is Qing Zhan here?"

Zhao Chongyuan frowned when he heard this, subconsciously glanced outside the door, wiped away the tears on his face, and kneaded his face fiercely.

After walking in front of the bronze mirror in the main hall, I made sure that I couldn't see the slightest abnormality.

Only then did he dust off the incense ashes that had fallen on his body, looked out the door, and said in a solemn voice: "Let him come in." ”

The voice fell.

The closed door creaked and was pushed open from the outside in.

Zhao Qingzhan slowly appeared at the gate with a bamboo blue figure.

Looking at Zhao Qingzhan's emaciated figure, Zhao Chongyuan, who had just suppressed the sadness in his heart, couldn't help but feel a slight sour tip of his nose.

It's like that.