Since the beginning of the fifth year of Qing'an, Zhao Qi, the prince of the dynasty who has long existed in name only, has now lived in seclusion in the East Palace for 18 years, and in the past 18 years, Zhao Jing ordered him to close the palace and think about it, not letting Zhao Qi go out of the palace gate for half a step, and even the original East Palace guards were all completely taken over by the emperor's personal guard Jin Wuwei, it can be said that the East Palace is now more deserted than the cold palace behind the palace.

Over the years, except for his own children, no half of them have entered the East Palace, if it weren't for the eldest son Zhao Zheng's own struggle, which made the emperor blue-eyed, his prince would have been thrown out of the palace by his father and handed over to the swordsmen who have been wandering outside the city for all these years.

At this moment, Zhao Qi was sitting on the chair in a daze, one hand propped up on the chair, and the other hand was rhythmically slapping his thighs with the sound of the lute coming from the back of the hall, squinting his eyes and humming softly.

Zhao Zheng, who was standing outside the door and saw this situation, shook his head, waved his big hand, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and he walked into the hall.

Zhao Qi heard the interruption of the piano, opened his eyes, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand, when he saw that it was the eldest son who came in, he immediately said with a smile: "Zheng'er is back?

Zhao Zheng saluted, and then spoke: "Father, the child went to Nanshan, the East China Sea, and also went to the Northland this time, met a lot of literati and artists, visited many Confucians, and many staff members entered the house with the child. ”

When Zhao Qi heard this answer, he just said indifferently: "Well, when you come back, let's rest first." After speaking, Zhao Zheng, who didn't wait to speak, raised his left hand, and the sound of the piano began to come from the back of the hall.

Zhao Zheng sighed, then bowed and retired, and walked out of the door, waiting for the strategist Xie Huaiyu at the door to see Zhao Zheng walking out, so he stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince interesting?"

"It seems that my father will not ask," Zhao Zheng said disobediently, "In the current situation, does Mr. have anything to say?"

Xie Huaiyue groaned: "If His Royal Highness can get this help, then the matter of winning the heir is a certainty, but unfortunately it backfires." After thinking about it again, he said, "Your Highness will go to the palace first, and Your Majesty can have half a point to reveal?"

Zhao Zheng said: "Grandpa Huang only asked me about my travels, and the others didn't mention anything, right?" said and looked at Xie Huaiyu.

Xie Huaiyu was about to speak, but a woman walked in the distance, and the woman opened her mouth and said, "Big brother, you're finally back!" Then he looked at Xie Huaiyu and gave a salute: "Mr. Xie." ”

Xie Huaiyu could only stop his tongue, return the salute and retreat.

Zhao Zheng looked at his sister and said with a smile: "The imperial sister is here, I haven't seen her in the past few years, and the situation has become more and more moving!" Zhao Suizhu snorted: "Big brother will coax me!" and then said excitedly: "Big brother has been gone for three years, but did you bring any gifts for me?"

Zhao Zheng said helplessly, "I sent so many people before, and sent so many things, isn't it enough?" I'm afraid that you won't be able to put it in the palace, this time I'm from the north, and there are no rare things anywhere." ”

Zhao Suizhu said disappointedly: "That's too, the north is full of barbarians, how can there be any good things!"

Zhao Zheng patted his sister lightly, and said angrily: "How can you call the people of Dayan like that, the barbarians are all in the North Garden!"

Zhao Suizhu pursed his lips and hummed: "The people in the capital call them like this, it is original, except for fighting a war, it is a war, what is not a barbarian?"

Zhao Zheng shook his head speechlessly, but he thought in his heart, "If this is the case, what should the Central Plains people who are protected by 200,000 barbarians be called?"

Zhao Suizhu saw that the eldest brother was not angry, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, since he was a child, his father had never disciplined their younger brothers and sisters, and the eldest brother was playing the role of a father, and he was still a little afraid that his brother would be angry.

I don't know if I heard or heard the outside in the house, the prince still looked drunk and drunk before, but the rhythm in his hands has changed, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

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In the palace of the king of Shu in Beijing, the king of Shu, who had just had dinner in Beijing, sat in the study and read the newspaper from Shu, unlike the two imperial brothers who looked like scholars, Zhao Xian looked powerful, and his face was full of the killing spirit of practicing martial arts all year round.

As Zhao Jing's favorite youngest son, the king of Shu was frail and sickly since he was a child, and he died of illness soon after he was in Shu, leaving Zhao Xian, who was eight years old, to directly take over the throne of his father, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for Zhao Jing.

Although he is the youngest in terms of age, but in terms of identity, the two royal brothers are the prince of the county, he is the prince of Zheng'er, and he has taken over the affairs of Shu since he was a child, and is in charge of the military affairs of Shuzhong, so Zhao Jing can include him in the candidate for the prince.

Put down the report and asked the man standing below: "From today on, all the affairs of Shu will be handled by Mr. Sima, unless it is urgent, there is no need to ask me." ”

"Yes. The man replied respectfully. He withdrew

Zhao Jing played with the jade pendant in his hand, looked at another secret letter, and thought about how to decide.

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The three emperors and grandsons have their own merits and differences.

From the time of the dynasty to the present, the Jin Wangfu has the support of the officials of the court and the central government who have worked hard for many years, but Zhao Zheng has gained a lot of guests from his three-year travels, and the folk reputation is the best, while the king of Shu has Shu as a support, and he has 100,000 Shu soldiers.

It is still unknown who is the real dragon and who is the dragon.

Zhao Jing asked the great eunuch: "Who do you think?"

The big eunuch suddenly trembled, "How dare I say this?" Thinking in his heart, he said: "The slave is panicked, long live the lord who thinks that whoever is good is good!"

Zhao Jing laughed, coughed with a smile, and the big eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to stroke his back, "Long live the lord, the dragon body is heavy!"

"Ahem! My emperor and grandson I personally study it! I give them a chance to try, who can break out of the fog, I have to take a good look!" After speaking, he looked at the half of the jade pendant in his hand and muttered to himself: "Li Ting, Li Ting, since the beasts of the world let you, the fierce tiger out of the mountain, suppress it, then my emperor and grandson will crush your son, the wolf! I am here waiting for you to personally take a hereditary replacement!"

How would Zhao Jing, who took over the throne smoothly since he was a child, know that he has arranged this battle for the heir for more than ten years, how can he end up bloodlessly, and he will not only win the position above 10,000 people, but also lose not only this throne.

How could Zhao Jing, who was bent on handing over to future generations a peaceful and prosperous world that would not lose Qing'an, know that this northern wolf was not a mountain beast that could only be called.

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