(three)
After taking the throne for more than ten years, there is not even a surviving prince under his knees.
If he had no heirs, wouldn't his power be lost to others?
Liu Zhao thought deeply, had he done something so outrageous that he was cursed?
Ask yourself, although he is busy with government affairs, he also works hard in the harem.
Not to mention other things, he had been favoring Deng Guiren for several years, but he had never seen her pregnant.
As for Queen Yin, very few of her children lived past their first birthday.
Most of the other concubines are like this.
The more he thought about it, the more worried his face became.
Now he no longer expects flowers to bloom everywhere. As long as two or three survive safely, he will thank his ancestors for their blessing.
Liu Zhao sighed and said, "Let her in."
Qiu Shuang walked in uneasily and saluted quickly.
Seeing Qiu Shuang's devastated look, Liu Zhao became more and more sure of his guess.
Sure enough, he was still dead.
However, after living for four years, is this funeral more or less simple?
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the eldest son of the Emperor..."
"I know." Liu Zhao's voice was low and hoarse.
Qiu Shuang:!?(_;?
What do you know?
Is there a connection between father and son?
Why doesn't she believe it so much?
Qiu Shuang took courage and whispered, "The eldest son of the emperor misses you and said he wants to see you."
Liu Zhao blurted out, "You're not dead?"
Qiu Shuang's heart sank. Is His Majesty actually looking forward to the death of His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Emperor?
They are all palace servants who serve the emperor's eldest son. Once the emperor's eldest son dies, they will probably have no way to survive.
"No, that's not what I meant."
Liu Zhao was not a cruel emperor. On the contrary, he had a reputation as a virtuous man.
"Get up and continue talking." Liu Zhao raised his arm and said warmly, with a little excitement in his voice.
not dead!
Well, seeing his ancestors still bless him.
Only the fruit remains, so precious.
Liu Zhao began to reflect on whether he had been too cold towards Sheng'er in the past.
I thought before that I wouldn't live long anyway, so I shouldn't waste my time.
But the sick one still lived for four years, which was harder than most of the emperor's heirs.
It seems that he has to change his strategy.
Qiu Shuang secretly took a breath and continued, "His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Emperor, woke up and started shouting that he missed you and wanted to see you. The servants were useless and couldn't persuade him to stop."
"But it's a cold spring day outside, the wind is howling, and the eldest son of the emperor is really weak, so I have no choice but to boldly come to ask for help from your majesty."
"Your Majesty, the eldest son of the Emperor misses you often."
Qiu Shuang lowered her head, closed her eyes, and said it in one breath.
Liu Zhao was deeply surprised. He, the eldest son of the emperor, was almost a transparent person in the palace. He lived in the palace all the time and rarely saw anyone.
Now, she is actively looking for him.
Then go and have a look.
Today, instead of the sad news of Sheng'er's death, it was a surprise to him.
At the very least, the group of veteran ministers in the court would not bother him again and talk about the three most important ways of being unfilial and having no descendants.
Liu Zhao put on a big cloak and accompanied Qiu Shuang with his long attendant.
Outside the hall, there was a gust of wind and cold, the trees were slanting, and the strong east wind broke the clothes of the guests.
In the hall, the Earth Dragon Burn was in full swing, and the floor was covered with soft and thick blankets from the Western Regions, with soft cushions placed on top of the thick blankets.
At this time, Sun Ge was sitting on the soft cushion, bored and playing with the educational toys handed over by the palace attendants.
It's really boring for a four-year-old child.
Anyway, he was already eight years old when he became Gao Wei, and had Gao Zhan as his father who did not follow common sense.
Perhaps they were certain that Liu Sheng would die in infancy, and both Emperor Liu Zhao and Queen Yin of the Han Dynasty forgot about the prince's enlightenment.
Therefore, it stands to reason that she is still illiterate and does not understand etiquette.
When you first arrive, you can’t lose your character.
As for the character of a child prodigy with so much wisdom and near-demon power, she couldn't stand it. She was afraid that she wouldn't even survive the original owner's sixteenth year.
Any successful politician is not a soft-hearted person.
Deng Sui is no exception.
Vaguely, Sun Ge heard the sound of footsteps, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Liu Zhao braved the cold wind, opened the heavy curtain, and pushed the door open.
Being choked by the sudden wind, Sunge's throat felt itchy and he started coughing crazily again.
Liu Zhao seemed a little embarrassed, and immediately slowed down and asked the chief attendant to close the door tightly.
Liu Zhao looked at the little round ball sitting on the thick soft cushion, coughing and out of breath, and his heart became tense again.
Is this really possible?
Liu Zhao began to doubt again.
It wasn't that he was cold-hearted and unwilling to get close to the prince.
In fact, since he came to the throne, he has experienced too many farewells.
Those children were either stillborn, or were born with bruises all over their bodies and had weak breathing for three to two hours and then died, or they did not even make it past their first birthday.
He also once tormented the imperial physician hysterically and ordered the imperial physician to save the lives of the princes and princesses. What was the result?
Painful and disappointing again and again.
Later, he simply stood aside and watched.
He really couldn't bear the amount of fatherly love he gave.
Liu Zhao stopped a few steps away from Sun Ge, as if he felt more timid about being close to home.
With the help of the palace attendants, Sunge's cough eased.
Sunge: Coughing is really terrible.
Sun Ge ignored the panic and confusion in Liu Zhao's heart, raised his head, looked at Liu Zhao with bright eyes, and murmured to himself in disbelief, "Father?"
"Really Father?"
Because he had just finished coughing, Sunge's voice was no longer crisp, but had a faint hoarseness, as if he was choking.
Yes, that's what it feels like.
While Sun Ge was looking at Liu Zhao, Liu Zhao was also carefully looking at the only son he had not seen for a long time.
His face is very pale!
Very thin too!
This is Liu Zhao's first look.
On the thin face, the grape-like eyes were full of water vapor, bright and dazzling.
She is really too thin, too skinny, and her lips are also an unhealthy blue color.
On the whole face, the only blood may be the red cheeks due to coughing.
Liu Zhao saw admiration and longing in those eyes.
Suddenly, Liu Zhao's heart softened.
Sheng'er has been insisting on the decoction and medicine for four years, and he has also been avoiding it for four years, unwilling to give half of his fatherly heart to Sheng'er.
What's wrong with Sheng'er?
Liu Zhao was moved with compassion, took off his cloak and handed it to the chief attendant. He rubbed his hands and warmed himself up before walking towards Sunge.
Sun Ge also tearfully grabbed Liu Zhao's robe and sobbed softly.
"Doesn't Father like Sheng'er?"
Sun Ge raised his head and looked at Liu Zhao.
Well, she couldn't see anything.
Seeing this, Liu Zhao bent down and held Sun Ge in his arms, and Sun Ge lay on Liu Zhao's shoulder.
She is just a four-year-old boy now, no shame!
"Father, has Sheng'er annoyed you?"
Sun Ge was still pretentious and said pitifully and aggrievedly.
Liu Zhao's body stiffened, and he patted Sun Ge's back gently and uncoordinatedly. He tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, "Father, I don't dislike Sheng'er."
There's no dislike, but there's no like either.
In recent years, Liu Zhao has been extremely restrained about the relationship between father and son.
He will still be well-fed and well-fed, taking everything he wants, but that's all.
