The fourteenth moon is full.

Yue Kingdom.

Sifeng City, Imperial Palace, Princess Hanyue’s Mansion.

Princess Hanyue Zhao Duoer sat under the pavilion by the lotus pond.

The last touch of redness left in August is the lotus flowers, which is the last color they left in the world.

Still beautiful.

But there was a little bit of autumn feeling.

Zhao Duoer held her chin with both hands and watched.

In the bright moonlight, the colors of the lotus can no longer be seen.

She was not looking at the lotus, because her eyes were not focused, and she actually didn't look at anything.

A smile suddenly appeared on her face, which was the joy that was rare in these days.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Last year, I was in Yujing City, Ningguo.

I went to Yujing City with my mentor to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference in Ningguo Literature.

Before setting off, the students of the Imperial College were all ready to go, and of course they defeated the students of Ningguo in the literary world of Ningguo!

Ningguo's literary style is the most prosperous. If he wins against Ningguo's students, it will prove that Yue's literary power has surpassed Ningguo. This is the glory of Yue and their glory.

Of course, my purpose of going to Yujing City was not just a literary meeting.

Over the years, Ning State had Ji Tai's treacherous minister in power, and Ning State had become like a rotten wood.

She needs to see what Ningguo is like in person.

After going to Ningguo, what I saw along the way was indeed like a people living in poverty, and Ningguo was indeed terminally ill.

This made her very happy. In this way, the father would be able to raise troops to attack Ning. On the one hand, it could expand territory for the Yue Kingdom, and on the other hand... getting on the car and waiting for the house to be destroyed was always a knot in the father's heart.

Everything was normal, and even the mentor thought that the literary club's literary club should fall into the hands of a student in Yue State.

But no one expected that Li Chen'an would appear at that Mid-Autumn Festival cultural conference!

Zhao Duoer straightened her waist, took out a brush from her sleeve bag and looked carefully, the smile on her face became more intense.

That night, he wrote sixteen poems in a row!

That night, he made the students of the Imperial College who were very arrogant in Yue Kingdom not write a poem!

He said that since God gave birth to him, Li Chen'an, he would shine on the literary world for five thousand years...

When I first heard about it, I thought it was his crazy.

It was later proved that he did have that ability.

He was named a poetic immortal by Emperor Ning, and his mentor Wei Xuanmo said that this was well deserved, and he really deserved the name of a poetic immortal.

His identity also changed dramatically, and he became the eldest son of Ningguo, his cousin.

What he originally hoped was that he would come to the Four Wind City of Yueguo one day, and he should meet him as his daughter.

pity……

The smile on Zhao Duoer's face slowly subsided, just like a few petals of the lotus flowers in the lotus pond withered.

So it became more and more bleak.

"Why are you going to Shuzhou?"

"Even if you are not the eldest son of the emperor, wouldn't it be great if you are your regent in the court?"

"Even if you want to pick up the eldest son of the real emperor... wouldn't you just send someone?"

"Zhongli Ruoshui is not lying on the bed sick, so she can go back to Kyoto again!"

"Why……!"

Zhao Duoer sighed, but the sigh stopped.

She raised her head and looked into the corridor.

A palace maid came over with a lamp holding a man.

She quickly got up and greeted her.

She said a blessing, "My son is paying homage to my father!"

Behind the palace maid was an elderly man. His face was thin and his face looked a little pale under the light.

Zhao Yunzhi, the Emperor of Yue, who was originally strong in dragon spirits and tigers, was knocked down by a sudden disease.

He had no way to personally conquer Ningguo again. What he needed to consider was the inheritance of the throne of Yue Kingdom.

He looked at Zhao Duoer and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Zhao Duoer hurried over, carefully hammered his back, and whispered:

"If the father has something to do, he can just call his daughter to Changqing Palace."

He coughed for ten breaths, his face turned a little rosy. He then took a breath and waved his hand: "I am really old. I feel better tonight, so I want to come out for a walk."

"But I don't know where to go, so I came to you."

"Talk with me."

"Son of yourselves obey your order!"

Zhao Duoer helped Zhao Yunzhi to the stone table. The two sat down. Zhao Duoer took the fire and cooked a pot of tea.

The palace maid bowed and retreated, leaving only the father and daughter by the lotus pond.

Zhao Yunzhi looked at his daughter, with a hint of unconcealed kindness in his eyes:

"I originally had five sons and two daughters under my knees, but two died, and you are the only one of my daughters."

"You should have lived carefree life... these days have made you suffer!"

"No, sharing the worries of the father is the responsibility of the son minister."

Zhao Yunzhi took a deep breath and stroked his beard, "But originally the responsibilities should be borne by the prince... I didn't expect that the prince... he was so weak!"

Zhao Duoer was shocked. Could the father mean that he wanted to abolish the prince and re-establish the Eastern Palace?

"It's okay if he is weak, but these days, I have seen the cunning behind his weakness!"

Zhao Yunzhi shook his head and sighed: "Oh..."

"Empress Jiang died early. When Empress Jiang passed away, she said that the only thing she cared about was the prince."

"I also liked the prince when he was young, but unexpectedly, after growing up over the years, I have grown up like I don't like."

"He is the prince of the Eastern Palace!"

Zhao Yunzhi was a little excited and started coughing again.

Zhao Duoer quickly stood up and stood behind him and gently pounded his back, but did not say a good thing to the prince brother.

Because the prince's brother is indeed no longer the prince's brother he was a child.

Zhao Yunzhi stopped coughing and said after a moment:

"He is the crown prince of Yue. What I originally thought was that I could pass the throne to him after conquering Ningguo... But unexpectedly, he actually thought that I was attached to this authority and believed that I had let him stay in the Eastern Palace for so many years was distrust of him!"

"I have really distrustled him in recent years because every move he makes is in my eyes!"

"He actually colluded with ministers in the court, especially with the General's Mansion... He couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, but he had the intention of being unjust!"

"But I still didn't touch him. I just transferred General Han Sanwu to the northeast border to prevent the invasion of the Great Wilderness Country."

"He couldn't understand such a clear signal!"

“It’s so stupid!”

"I have been terminally ill for more than half a year, and I'm getting worse and worse. I'm lying in bed more and more. He probably thinks he has firmly settled in the emperor's position, and he has devoted all his energy to dealing with the fourth brother..."

Zhao Yunzhi shook his head in disappointment, "Put the cart before the horse!"

"He is the king, and the fourth elder is the minister."

"If he had the ability to govern the country and had the way to govern the country... he should have put all his energy on the government and should have faced the problems of Zen."

"Isn't it just that the two major Zen temples in the east and west are combined into one?"

"The bald donkeys have not been killed before. If you kill them again, will the problem be solved?"

"Where are so many trashing things?"

"I want to be an emperor, a good person, and a good reputation... I think too much, and the less I get."

"As the king of a country, indecisiveness is the biggest taboo!"

"Since you call me an orphan, even if you are a brother, why not kill me?"
To be continued...