"I am indeed old!"
The emperor looked at the bright scene outside through the window. Indeed, as he aged, his control over the court, his son, and the entire country had indeed declined.
"It's no wonder that people's hearts fluctuate after birth, aging, illness and death!"
No matter how loyal a person is, for themselves, for their descendants, and for their family, they will naturally turn to the new king.
But no matter how understanding he was, the emperor still felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, burning all his internal organs. He wanted to shout, but his reason told him that he must not do this, so the emperor endured the fire and tried his best to control his body. The mind works.
etc!
The emperor suddenly thought of the people who had left the capital, and suddenly his heart palpitated.
"Why are these things such a coincidence?"
How could the informant of the Imperial City Division discover the affairs of Prince Qi's Mansion, and how could he hear the name Huo Lianqi?
How did you find Huo Lianqi's file?
Are these coincidences really a warning from God, rather than caused by man?
For a moment, the emperor couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
"Your Majesty, please get up early and have some breakfast!" Zhao Bingzhong bowed and reminded.
"Well, let's have something lighter!" With this sentence, the emperor was awakened, and his heated head seemed to cool down and wake up a little.
Grandson has left Beijing.
Moreover, the grandson was about to fall into a trap while he was still under supervision and could not protect himself. How could he trap the King of Qi at this time?
Not to mention whether he could have the spare power to frame King Qi, even if he did have the spare power, Taisun would not be able to successfully frame him.
After all, privately accumulating armored soldiers is not something that can be decided by just patting the head. This must have been planned by his son for a period of time, and it was a major event done together with his close confidants.
No one can force the King of Qi to accumulate armor privately, especially the Shence Army. Can this be successfully planned by Taisun?
Impossible. How did Taisun know this before today?
Even if Taisun knew about it, it would be impossible to force King Qi, who didn't want to do it, to collude with the Shence Army.
Since the King of Qi colluded with the Shence Army, it can only mean that the King of Qi himself wanted to do this.
The origin of the Shence Army is unknown to outsiders because the records have been sealed. However, the special prince of the clan still knows a little bit about it. That scoundrel really doesn’t know what consequences the reconstruction will bring.
But this scoundrel did it anyway!
Thinking of this, the emperor felt frustrated and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"It seems that even though I am the emperor, I don't care about preferential treatment to me! As wise as Taizu is, I am not bad at all. How come I gave birth to such a wicked son? I only care about the immediate interests!"
"It would be great if I really had the courage and ability to eliminate them all, but I don't have the ability to do so. This is stupid. It's so stupid!"
"Such a stupid person is actually my son!"
"Taizu and I have put in so much effort, but in the end, we might have to watch the Shence Army resurgence?"
"Then what's the point of us paying so much?"
For a moment, it seemed that even life had no meaning.
After so much effort in the past, wouldn't it be discouraging to have a stupid son make all the efforts go to waste?
"That's all, you can't expect anything from others!"
The emperor is still the emperor after all. He was just depressed for a while, but he still controlled his emotions.
"If it doesn't work, then it won't work! As long as I have another thirty years, not twenty years, I can always regenerate and train! Even if all my sons are dead, it doesn't matter!"
Thinking of this, he looked at Hu Huaian, who was standing a little further away, and asked in a deep voice: "How is your grandson?"
"Your Majesty, Imperial City Secretary, all the records of the guards are here!" Hu Huaian hurriedly took out a roll of paper from his sleeve pocket, stepped forward, and handed it over with both hands.
He handed it over without Zhao Bingzhong handing it over.
Zhao Bingzhong did not move. Instead, he took two steps away and stood with his hands down, waiting for the emperor's orders.
The emperor took it, cheered up, and looked at the contents carefully. He was slightly startled, as if
I didn't believe it, so I read it again.
For a moment, the palace fell into silence. After a long time, the emperor sighed: "What a great grandson!"
This compliment made Hu Huaian, who was closest at the moment, shiver subconsciously.
There was something hidden in the praise that made him sweat a little on his forehead.
The emperor didn't even raise his head, and he didn't care whether his true attitude was seen by the slaves in the palace.
They were all slaves he could kill at will. Unlike the ministers, the emperor naturally didn't care.
"This grandson of the emperor is really outstanding!"
"Taizu once said that there was little hope in the beginning, so the heirs were too many to be useful. At most, they were just princes. Even for me, it is just a transition. Only the third generation can be considered a true heavenly family."
"Could it be that Fu'er is really the destined person?"
"Even this grandson is extraordinary?"
As an emperor, he knew very well that controlling and running the yamen was the king's first priority.
If you can do this and have this ability, no matter what happens, it will be difficult to get worse.
As long as you have such ability, you can already be an emperor.
The level of ability determines how far the emperor can be.
If he were just an ordinary emperor, at his current age, I would be relieved to have such an outstanding grandson.
"What a pity, I can still live for thirty years, or even three hundred years!" Thinking of this, the smile on the emperor's face suddenly disappeared.
Whether it is fate or human conspiracy, the occurrence of something like King Qi shows that the general trend has changed.
Not to mention, how could the emperor not feel what King Qi of Shu could feel?
With the emperor's heart in mind, even if this grandson comes back, it will only be a short time. To be able to become the Duke of the country is because this person has everything going well.
Even if he wants to succeed the dragon with the dragon, he can go smoothly all the way to Yingying, the British Duke, Yingwang, and the grandson. Coincidences are so frequent that even he is dazzled.
"How can I tolerate this? It's so terrible."
"I am the emperor!"
Only fools add fuel to the fire, and the true nature of a hero is to beat him to death with a stick.
The emperor suddenly straightened up and ordered coldly: "No need to test, just follow plan C."
Naturally, Zhao Bingzhong was not in charge of Plan C, but Hu Huaian.
When Hu Huaian heard this, he was first surprised, then happy.
Of course, I was shocked that the emperor was still so cruel even to his grandson, but I was happy that his status would be more stable!
Naturally, it’s a dream come true!
"Yes! I'll do it now, slave!" Hu Huaian responded and was about to retreat.
For some reason, the emperor felt a little uneasy when he saw that Hu Huaian was about to withdraw and implement the plan.
But this trace of hesitation only lasted for a moment before he suppressed it.
The emperor did not change his mind after all, and continued: "This matter is important, you should rush to preside over it yourself!"
This is not just directing behind the scenes, but giving full power to Hu Huaian and letting Hu Huaian handle the matter personally.
"Yes!" Hu Huaian responded.
"Idiot!" Zhao Bingzhong lowered his head. When Hu Huaian exited, the emperor looked at Zhao Bingzhong standing on one side again.
Seeing Zhao Bingzhong standing there with his hands down, still motionless.
The emperor was quite satisfied with his posture and said, "Zhao Bingzhong."
"My slave is here."
"Please take care of me around me."
"This is... the duty of a slave." Zhao Bingzhong's eyes turned red and he burst into tears. He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Your Majesty... How dare you be a slave... Thank you... Your Majesty, thank you for your great kindness!"
Zhao Bingzhong burst into tears and collapsed to the ground, choked with sobs and unable to speak. This seemed a bit out of character in front of the emperor, but it made the emperor even more satisfied. He showed a smile that actually looked a bit ghostly under the candlelight.
He said in a gentle tone: "
You are my old slave. If I don’t trust you, who can I trust? Get up. "
The uneasiness that originally arose in my heart seemed to have subsided.
Zhao Bingzhong did not get up immediately, but knocked hard three times before getting up.
"Let me rest in peace again!" After the emperor said these things, fatigue hit him again, and this time, he fell asleep quickly again.
Only then did Zhao Bingzhong raise his head, with a dazed look on his face, and glanced around. Suddenly, he felt a huge sense of awe in his heart, and secretly sighed: "Is the result God's will?"
