All kinds of situations

Author: Lier Wine

All kinds of situations

However, the new and precious wolf brush seemed to remind him that no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

By chance, he was not lucky.

"Emperor, the replacement of old and new is common sense. If the emperor thinks that the new pen is not easy to use, it is better to let the prince be the person who holds the pen. This will not only give you the worries for you, but also give your prince a full filial piety. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds!"

I thought the situation was bad enough, but King Su thought it was not big enough and added fuel to the fire.

"When I teach my children, I don't need to interrupt others. But you, King Su, don't know what you plan to offer my birthday to me today?"

"Your Majesty, the prince has not yet stood up." The two of them were about to point their fingers at the corner of their eyes again, and the imperial concubine interrupted lightly at the right time.

She was not talking about the prince, but she didn't want the two men to start arguing again. She was really in the mood to deal with it now.

The queen looked at her in surprise. Although she didn't understand what she was trying to do, she finally solved the prince's urgent need and accepted this love.

In fact, although it was a bit sad, her words were indeed not as useful as the imperial concubine.

Sure enough, after the imperial concubine reminded her, the emperor called the prince to get up and take her seat.

This move made everyone feel even more anxious.

King Su glanced at the imperial concubine deeply, and the other party seemed to be unaware of anything, but he turned his head slightly away from his sight. He sneered, but did not make any more noise to provoke.

With the lessons of the prince, the remaining princes and daughters did not dare to play any tricks of deep father-son love. After giving the birthday gift, they said a few congratulations in a proper manner and then left.

Although it is useless, it is also useless, which further highlights the embarrassment of the prince.

Zhan Xi lowered his head slightly, sat upright with his back straight, holding a glass of sake in his hand, but he didn't drink it for a long time.

In the past, he had not been involved in his father's birthday. I remember that when he was nine years old, he was also at such a banquet. The birthday gift he offered to his father was a new set of boxing techniques he had just learned from Master Wu.

At that time, he had only been practicing martial arts for a few years and had been laying a solid foundation. That set of boxing was the first set of martial arts he learned, and he didn't learn it well.

When he finished the moves in the hall, he was waiting for his father's evaluation as nervously as before, but his father was not as good as he is today.

Cold and indifferent.

These two words are like two sharp needles, tying Zhan Xi's heart tightly, and the wine glass that was stuck in his hand could hardly hold.

He still remembers the scene when he was nine years old.

He remembered that the father looked at him lovingly, walked down the steps and took him up, and asked the palace servants to add a seat next to his imperial throne.

That night, he sat in the same place with his father, excitedly and uneasy to accept the court officials' gaze.

At that time, he still couldn't understand the gaze and weighing in their eyes, but was just happy for his father's love for him.

But now...

Now, he still holds a heart to his father, but his father no longer treats him as before...

Now, he is still the prince, but he is lonely and lonely here, no one cares about it...

Now, he is still being watched by court officials, but it is unknown how much it is despised...

Father, do you know the child’s sadness?

The prince closed his eyes tightly and suppressed the confusion in his heart. The wine glass in his hand was about to be crushed by his finger bones.

Sensitively noticed the changes in the emotions of the people beside him. The fourth princess Zhan Yao, who was also the queen, dared not let more people pay attention to this, so she had to turn her head slightly towards the prince.

Prince's brother...

Zhan Xiang sighed in her heart, and she also noticed the strange atmosphere between her father and brother, which made her really embarrassed.

Like her brother, she is full of respect and dependence on her father, but she also has a deep relationship with her brother who has watched her grow up.

The prince's brother grew up and should have contacted the government. The father originally trained him in this way, but when it started, the father gradually gave up the idea of ​​letting him participate in politics early.

The more the father was unwilling, the more the court officials pushed their brothers to fight. Even the mother and queen were helpless. What could she do if she was a little princess?

Zhan Jing was filled with sorrow in her heart and sighed indescribable light.

The fifth prince Zhan Yu, beside the fourth princess, didn't understand why the fourth sister sighed very well. He just felt that he was so hungry.

He had eaten all the fruits and vegetables on the table, and he didn't want to eat the cooled greasy dishes. He really hoped that he would have a dinner party early so that he could go back to the palace to have a snack.

Zhan Yu rubbed his little round belly and couldn't help swallowing when he thought of the delicious snacks in the bedroom.

The tribute continued, and the princes were clan relatives.

The birthday gift prepared by the King of Qin was a picture of a horse he had drawn by himself. When it was King Su's turn, he drank depressedly. Before he could move, everyone tacitly skipped him.

Zhan Heng's deep eyes faintly swept across the man drinking below, not caring, but was just a defeated man.

After the clan, he became a court official, and soon it was Song Qinnian's turn.

Song Qinnian stretched out his sleeves and stood up with the table. Compared with the rare treasures of other ministers, the things Song Qinnian offered were much simpler.

What he presented was a memorial.

Everyone was frowning. Song Qinnian was probably confused. He actually handed a memorable birthday.

There was the person who was jealous of him and the gloating expression on his face was disdainful. Unexpectedly, his sarcastic smile just came to his face, and he froze on his face because of the emperor's happy laughter.

"My dear, is your method really feasible?"

"It is not difficult to go back to the emperor at this time, but the difficulty lies in the inconvenience of transportation. As long as the emperor sets up branch stations every distance, they usually only follow the mansion report to publicize them. Only when there is something important, each branch station will be able to pass on it in time."

Song Qinnian replied loudly, but in fact, this memorial is nothing else, it is just a framework for building a news agency.

Speaking of which, Song Qinnian had the idea of ​​writing or the inspiration given to her by Lan Xi.

Lanxi is a netizen who has experienced the modern information explosion. After coming here, the boudoir lady’s boring entertainment life and inconvenient communication methods made it difficult for her to get used to it.

Out of the idea of ​​finding some healthy fun, she thought of the storybook.

Unexpectedly, she was very disappointed when she was taken to the bookstore. There were some verbal books, but perhaps because ancient paper was precious, only a small part was used for verbal books.

Even if there are books like talented men and beautiful women and strange people and strange ambitions, more importantly, in order to save paper, all the plots are extremely concise, and the whole article is like reading a classical Chinese version of the biography, without any literary and artistic interest.

Coming with excitement and returning in disappointment, Song Qinnian noticed her depressed daughter, so he asked the reason. He learned that it was because the words made her too disappointed, and he was not angry that she became addicted to the left at such a young age.

Everyone has his youth, so don’t talk books. He has been very knowledgeable even when he was young.
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