Li Yunqiu wanted Li Chonghua to live with her, which was unreasonable, but Zhan Changfeng felt pity for his mother because she had no one around, so she helped her write a request as a filial piety.
When Li Chonghua returned to Yongxiu Palace, he looked moribund, without his usual liveliness and cheerfulness.
"What's wrong?" Li Yunqiu asked softly.
Li Chonghua was naturally close to his aunt, so he said a little aggrievedly: "I think I'm stupid."
He has always been favored in the Li family, and because he has learned poetry and read poetry well at a young age, he is undoubtedly the most favored person among his peers.
But it's different when we get to the palace. We have food and fun as promised.
There was nothing delicious or fun. He only faced a prince who was above tens of thousands of people and inferior to one person.
This prince doesn't need him to accompany him to eat or play. The prince's schedule is precise to the mark, and he doesn't have that much free time.
The prince studied the strategy of governing the world and learned the art of war, which was so profound that even people in their seventies and eighties dare not claim to be proficient in it. How could he, a child with only a superficial education, understand it.
Fortunately, he is just a companion, as long as he stands by his side.
But this hurts your self-esteem even more.
Li Yunqiu picked up the porcelain white teapot and poured a cup of tea. He felt helpless. That daughter was so good that even the civil and military ministers lamented that they had lived in vain for decades, let alone a child.
"You..." Looking at Li Chonghua's sluggish appearance, she said, "You are very smart. If you study hard, you will definitely understand."
"Really?" Li Chonghua's eyes brightened a little, and his cheeks were a little red, and he said coquettishly, "Auntie, do you think I can do it?"
"Diligence can make up for stupidity, you are not stupid."
Li Chonghua's mood came and went quickly, and he was beaming with joy in a short while. Li Yunqiu was softened by his innocent heart.
Zhan Changfeng rested for a while and was immersed in the heavy schoolwork again.
The palace servants came in to pick out lanterns a few times. Seeing that the moon was already in the sky, the steward couldn't help but feel tired for her, "Your Highness, please go to bed early."
"Wait a moment."
During the day, Zhan Changfeng reviewed the newly sent memorials under the guidance of the old emperor, and at night he practiced alone with the memorials from previous years.
From time to time, she dipped her pen in cinnabar and wrote down her opinions and suggestions in the blank space of the memorial. Occasionally, when she encountered an incident that was difficult to write down, she would have an extra eyebrow.
The octagonal palace lantern was always on, and she looked serious in the light.
The manager rubbed his dim eyes and seemed to see a handsome young man sitting behind the case, reading about the affairs of his family and country. He looked very much like her many years later.
Suddenly my nose felt sore. Alas...
At the third watch, Zhan Changfeng lay down, and got up again at the fifth watch, preparing for the morning.
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
"The prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
Wearing a black crown and a golden crown with dragon claws, she stood beside the dragon chair. She already had an aura of calmness and authority, and she accepted the worship of hundreds of officials more and more calmly.
The old emperor coughed twice and said, "I'm not feeling well today. If you have anything to do, please report it to the prince."
What he said was not only an accident for Baiguan, but Zhan Changfeng was also unprepared and was caught off guard.
The old emperor sat comfortably on the dragon throne, completely observing the government's affairs, and handed over all the power to her.
Where there is a riot, where there is a flood, where there is a shortage of money, when it is your turn to make a real decision, it is not as natural as sitting in the sidelines, because you have to face their evasive behavior, consider complicated interests, and figure out who can be appointed.
Zhan Changfeng had no expression on his face, but his inner feelings had smoothly transitioned from nervousness to rage. He was a bunch of trash!
I really want to drag these corpse-like things out and chop them up.
The emperor has just gone to court. At this time, the emperor has to go to the Jinglun Hall to handle government affairs. Zhan Changfeng has to go to the side hall of the Jinglun Hall to listen to lectures, and his ancestors and grandsons will go together.
The old emperor comforted him and said, "My grandson, you are already doing well."
It sounds good, but the old emperor was actually very satisfied with her abilities, and he felt quite happy to die without any regrets.
"My grandson doesn't think so." Zhan Changfeng was very dissatisfied with the situation in court today.
The old emperor also walked here like this, so he naturally knew what she was depressed about.
As a decision-maker for the first time, you will definitely experience the gap between plan and reality.
The old emperor pointed out: "Take the riot in Qu County as an example. You want to use the county soldiers to suppress it first, and then ask the nearby Youzhou garrison to support it. This process itself is not flawless, but you ignore the defensive strength of the county soldiers. I didn’t expect that the Youzhou garrison would shirk due to lack of food and grass.”
"It was originally a riot, but it also involved the quality of the county soldiers and the salary of the garrison. This also needs to be resolved."
The old emperor affirmed again, "You responded very quickly. You used these two questions to question the Ministry of War, which made the Ministry of War feel guilty. Then you asked them for military pay. The voice of opposition was reduced, and the Youzhou garrison had no excuse."
"The Imperial Grandfather was so complimentary."
Outside the Taiqing Palace, Li Chonghua stood next to the steward, with the prince's escorts behind him. When he saw the two most distinguished people from the Yin Dynasty walking hand in hand, he couldn't help but hide next to the steward and lowered his head.
The steward patted him without leaving a trace, led the escort and attendants to kowtow to the two men, then joined the emperor's attendants and followed the master.
Li Chonghua couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the prince ignored him.
You have to know how painful it is for a child to get up early. Li Chonghua felt so good for a while when he was lying in bed, but when he rushed to catch up, he still couldn't make it to the prince's morning meeting, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He felt aggrieved in his heart. He couldn't enter the Taiqing Palace, so why did he have to get up early according to the prince's schedule to accompany him.
When the old emperor entered the Jinglun Hall, Zhan Changfeng took a slow step and turned to look at Li Chonghua, "From now on, you don't have to come here in the morning. Come back after lunch."
When Li Chonghua met her indifferent gaze, he suddenly panicked in his heart. He, he, he, he, had done something wrong and was disliked.
"temple..."
Zhan Changfeng just informed. Li Chonghua had just uttered a word and she was no longer around.
Li Chonghua was stopped outside the Jinglun Palace. He suddenly thought that the prince was the future emperor.
What is an emperor? He kills without blinking an eye.
Li Chonghua's mind was filled with all kinds of sinister words such as "the king must die if he wants his ministers to die", "accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger", and "millions of corpses are buried".
He shed tears as he walked and sobbed as he entered the Yongxiu Palace, just in time to catch up with An Guogong Li Mao coming down to talk to his sister.
Li Hao was interrupted by crying and looked up in surprise.
"Chong'er, what's wrong with you?" Li Hao quickly picked up Li Chonghua, his face full of worry, "Are you being bullied?"
When Li Chonghua saw his father, he cried loudly, "The prince doesn't want me to accompany him in reading."
Don't ask again and don't say anything.
Li Hao comforted him and asked the palace attendants to take him down to wash his face. Li Yunqiu watched from the side without making a sound or stopping him, but his expression darkened a bit.
"Little sister, what exactly do you think?"
Li Yunqiu stopped his next words with a look. After dismissing the palace attendants, he said: "I have my own considerations, so don't interfere."
However, Li Hao seemed not to understand the hint and became obsessed with this issue. He said loudly, "Chonghua is also your son. I thought you wanted him to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan, but you asked him to be a companion to see his face. Why is he also His Majesty’s grandson?”
Like a thunderbolt, Li Chonghua felt that he might be making a fuss out of a molehill, so he returned halfway to explain to his father and aunt Li Chonghua, who was stunned on the spot.
"Dad, aunt, what are you going to say?" Li Chonghua opened his mouth, confused.
The two palace attendants who led him were even more frightened. Oh my God, did they hear something they shouldn't have heard?!
Li Hao hugged the stunned Li Chonghua and looked at Li Yunqiu with disapproval, "How long are you going to keep it a secret? If you don't want him to regain his identity, then why do you let him enter the palace!"
Li Chonghua's eyes moved, a little at a loss, a little confused and afraid, "Dad, what are you talking about? I am your son, I am Li Chonghua."
He clutched Li Hao's sleeve tightly, his mind went blank. The faces of the Li family flashed before his eyes, and a majestic hall appeared in a trance, as well as the two people who were different in age but equally noble...