"King Jin treats us like this! Why do you still want to help him?" Yiyi pouted his little mouth angrily.
Liu Hanyan gently stroked his hair and said softly: "If you help King Jin ascend the throne, there will be one less war in the world; the people will not lose their homes because of this..."
"But..." Yiyi was still worried: "...If you go back to Prince Jin's Mansion, Yiyi was afraid, he would hurt Mommy!"
Liu Hanyan comforted Yiyi and chuckled: "You two aunts, Zhitao and Zhiya, will stay to protect us!"
I was confused one by one, but I was still a little unhappy.
Looking at Yiyi, his little face was shaken; Liu Hanyan took advantage of the victory and pursued: "Think about it! If we help King Jin ascend the throne, not only the people in the world will save their homes; Yiyi can also find King Jin to avenge him nearby!"
Liu Hanyan blinked at Yiyi: "Yiyi! Why don't we do it!"
Yiyi nodded reluctantly under Liu Hanyan's expectant look.
...
Royal Palace.
The golden glazed tiles shine brightly under the sunlight; in front of the hall, on the white jade pillars on both sides; there are two dragons, golden scales and golden armor, appearing vividly, as if they are about to fly into the sky.
"King Jin! The emperor is waiting in the hall!" A father-in-law in blue said respectfully to King Jin.
"It's time for you to be a good man!" King Jin said, and quickly stepped into the hall.
In the hall, there was a emperor wearing a bright yellow dragon robe; he lowered his head and read the memorial in his hand.
"My son bowed to my father!" King Jin knelt on one knee.
"Get up!" The emperor slowly raised his head from the memorial; it caught his eyes and was a face that looked very similar to King Jin. He was well maintained and could not tell at all that he was already in his fifties.
King Jin thought to himself: "If not, the father's temples were a little white; it would really make people mistakenly think that they were a pair of brothers."
King Jin stood up and said, "I don't know what happened to the father and Xuan'erchen come?"
"There is something that my father wants to ask for your opinion!" The emperor stood up and walked towards King Jin.
King Jin bowed his head and said respectfully: "Father, please speak!"
"Right Prime Minister, come to me a few days ago to ask for the imperial edict!" The emperor walked to King Jin and stopped.
King Jin's heart was thrilled, but his face was extremely calm: "Is it related to my son's minister?"
"Yeah!" the emperor nodded and continued in a deep voice: "The child Hanyan has been missing for many years; now he has not only lost all his memories, but also brought a child back! She herself can't tell who the child is! The right prime minister
I am afraid that I have the blood of the royal family; I repeatedly requested that you be with Hanyan and Li!" I looked at King Jin: "I don't know what Haoxuan thinks?"
"My son wants to go to the right prime minister's mansion first and visit Yanyan; then make plans!" King Jin didn't know why he didn't take this opportunity to divorce her!
"Okay!" The emperor patted King Jin on the shoulder: "What are your plans? Tell the father!"
"My son obeys the order!"
"By the way!" The emperor covered his face with kindness and asked formulaicly: "How about the 'Golden Dragon Reincarnation'?"
"No clue!"
The emperor lowered his face: "This is not like, you are efficient in your work!"
King Jin knelt down: "This person is hidden very hidden; please give me some grace to my sons for a while!"
"Yes!" The emperor finally nodded: "Get back!"
"My son is leaving!"
On the way back to the house, King Jin was always absent-minded; the carriage stopped and he didn't even notice it.
"Prince! You're in the mansion!" The servant who was driving the car raised the curtain and reminded.
"Yeah!" King Jin strode and took off the carriage.
As soon as he entered the mansion, he had a delicate body; he rushed up.
Then, the woman's coquettish voice: "Prince! You are back!"
King Jin lowered his head and raised a smile of response: "How could Wan'er be here?"
"Wan'er is here, waiting for the prince!" The concubine covered King Jin's cheek with her jade hand; she frowned and said with a distressed heart: "Prince! Are you feeling uncomfortable when you look bad?"
"No!" He gently took the concubine's shoulders and walked towards the concubine's courtyard: "I am just a little tired!"
"Then Wan'er gives the prince a massage!" The concubine volunteered.
"Okay!" King Jin kissed the concubine on the face: "Wan'er has been there for a long time, and I haven't given me a massage!"
The concubine pouted resentfully: "That's not a blame prince, why don't you come to Wan'er's room!"
"Okay! I'm blaming me!" King Jin smiled in love.
"Cui'er! Kill the prince!" Cui'er, who had cleaned up the house, hurriedly greeted him when she saw King Jin.
"Get up!" King Jin raised his chin and said.
"Thank you, Prince!" Cui'er stood up.
"Cui'er! You go out first!" Fang Fei ordered Cui'er.
"Yes!" Cui'er slowly exited the room and took the door with her thoughtful one.
"Prince! Lying down! Wan'er will help you with massage!" The concubine pulled King Jin to the collapse.
"Yeah!" King Jin responded lightly, and his head rested on the leg of the concubine; the concubine's white jade hands gently pressed the temples on both sides of the King Jin.
"Prince! Are you comfortable?" asked the concubine in a sweet voice.
"Comfortable!" King Jin closed his eyes slightly, enjoying his leisure time.