Then he bumped into a young shoulder.
King Yan lowered his head and looked very unhappy: "Why are you here? Go, go, go!"
Zhu Di huddled in the corner and whispered to him: "My father usually looks gentle and gentle, but it's really scary when he loses his temper!"
King Yan: "..."
King Yan suddenly realized that he was hard to find, so he gave up half of his seat to him. The two of them, one big and one small, huddled together in the corner, and said sadly: "Really, right?!"
Chapter 163
Zhu Di and King Yan huddled up together, minimizing their presence.
The real warrior over there, the prince, after settling his injured brother, turned around and went to the bedroom where the emperor lived.
Yan Zhao saw the angry look on the prince's face and thought about what he had said before, whether it was because of his old friendship or his kindness to the empress, he did not hesitate to approach to dissuade him and said warmly: "Your Highness, you Calm down your anger first, you also know the emperor’s temper..."
The corners of the prince's lips were slightly curved, but his smile seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, so cold that it did not reach his eyes.
There was an awe-inspiring and inviolable air between his brows: "You all know the emperor's temper, but no one knows my temper?!"
After speaking, Yan Zhao strode forward without waiting for a word.
Yan Zhao looked hesitant, in a dilemma.
After worrying for a long time, I finally noticed King Yan and the eldest grandson of Yan huddled in the corner with their hands on the soft couch.
He couldn't help but sigh, with a bit of gentle complaint in his mouth: "That's all I want. One of you is the younger brother of His Highness the Crown Prince, and the other is the eldest son of His Highness the Crown Prince. Why don't you advise him? Your Majesty. His temper..."
King Yan said bitterly: "Father, I won't do anything to my eldest brother!"
Who doesn’t know that what my dad values most is his great son!
Zhu Di said bitterly: "Grandpa Huang will not do anything to my father!"
Who doesn’t know that what my dad values most is his great son!
Yan Zhao looked at this and then that with a subtle expression.
King Yan couldn't help but said "Oh".
Why didn't I realize before that my eldest nephew is still a wonderful person?
The hero sees the same thing!
…
The emperor was lying on the door, listening to what was going on outside, but he didn't dare to put another hole in the window screen.
There's nothing I can do about it, the door outside the bedroom is small, and if it were to be opened with a hole, it would be too conspicuous. It seems that he, the father, is afraid of his son.
I heard the prince's footsteps approaching - at this time, only the prince dared to come this way without making any movement.
Without saying a word, the emperor hurried to the cave, lifted the quilt and lay back down.
After a few moments like this, he opened the quilt with some embarrassment, took off the boots on his feet, and threw them down.
He lay down again.
By the time this whole set of actions was completed, the prince had already appeared at the door. After raising his hand and knocking on the door, his voice reached the emperor's ears: "Dad, I have something to say to you."
The emperor remained silent.
Not only that, but he also subconsciously held his breath.
The prince knocked on the door again: "Dad?"
Then, without waiting for the emperor's response, he reached out and pushed the door open: "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a promise."
emperor:? ? ?
While feeling secretly annoyed, he began to be glad that he had locked the door early.
Then I heard a rustling sound coming from the window.
emperor:? ? ?
With a soft sound, the wooden window was opened from the outside. The prince quickly turned over and landed firmly on the ground.
Emperor: The two cubs who came here today are acting out of common sense!
I was thinking so angrily in my heart, and then I felt a gloom falling in front of me.
The prince came to the bedside, suppressed his anger, and called: "Dad!"
He said: “It’s already reached this point, do you still want to pretend to me?!”
The emperor lay silently on the collapse.
The prince sneered when he saw this, took a step forward, reached out and pulled the quilt on his body.
The emperor grabbed it with his backhand, opened his tiger eyes at the same time, and suddenly let out a loud shout: "How reckless!"
He waved away the prince's arm, took a preemptive strike, and sat up suddenly: "You are so brave, you actually dare to drag me!"
The prince let go of his hand and looked at him calmly: "Aren't you sick? You look very energetic now!"
Seeing this, the emperor was furious and said: "So what if I'm sick? Can't I get better? I have to get sick and then die?!"
"I didn't say that."
The prince sneered: "I just think that the gap between the front and back is a bit big when you are still too sick to get up and manage politics, but you jump up and hit people with your back."
The emperor became angry from embarrassment, and then used the trump card shared by fathers in different time and space: "What is your attitude? You don't remember who you are talking to, do you?!"
He shouted loudly: "I am your father!"
Anger finally appeared on the prince's face: "You treat your closest relatives like monkeys, completely ignoring our thoughts and moods, and now you are criticizing my son's attitude?!"
The emperor was speechless.
The prince looked on coldly and continued: "Why don't you say anything? So you also know that you are guilty? My mother, I, and several younger brothers, almost all of them didn't sleep a wink all night, they were all worried. We are here for Which one, and for what?!”
"That's good of you," he said with a cold sneer in his expression: "Put the quilt over yourself, close the door, and hide in the dormitory to be at ease!"
The emperor has been the emperor for so many years, and he has long been accustomed to being the only one to be respected. When did someone dare to be so disobedient, offensive, and rude?
His eyebrows were raised, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he was about to have an attack almost immediately, but his eyes fell on the eldest son in front of him with a cold eyebrow. When he thought about the reason for his passive avoidance, he softened a little.
all gone.
You are all gone, leaving me alone to continue in this world...
There was some unknown sadness in the emperor's heart, and more importantly, there was a sadness that could not be resolved, but how could these words be expressed in his mouth?
In the end, he just scratched his neck and spit out a vicious sentence: "You know nothing, get out! Don't make me upset here!"
"Yes, I don't understand. I am the number one fool in the world. Only you understand. You are the most intelligent person in the world."
The prince looked at him with a mocking expression, and said slowly: "I don't understand, what happened to make you do this, shut out all the close and trustworthy people, sleep alone in the palace, and hurt yourself at the same time. Keeping the hearts of all those who care about you while comforting yourself by saying that you don’t know the truth is for their own good!”
"But dad," he said, "do you know that before everyone who cares about you is hurt by the truth you conceal, what you do is already hurting us?"
The emperor got a glimpse of the truth about his past life from Zhu Yunwen. After knowing that the country was in chaos and all his relatives were dead, he was already sad and dejected. He originally didn't want to tell others about this matter - who would? Do you know your own death date?
Especially since many of the people here are not over fifty like him.
He did this out of good intentions, but this ungrateful bitch in front of him ran up to him without any respect, making sarcastic remarks, so rude and rude!
"presumptuous!"
The emperor was so angry that his whole body was trembling: "How dare you talk to me like this, you traitor? I'm looking for a beating!"
The prince looked cold and sharp, but said nothing.
This is obviously silent resistance rather than timid silence.
The emperor became even more angry because of this. His arms were trembling and he looked around. After finding no target, he strode to the hall connected to the bedroom, took a whisk and held it in his hand, then returned. The first thing he did was Just raise your hand and hit.
The prince did not move or kneel, his face was as cold as frost, and he stood there, unmoved at all.
After a few venting blows, the prince did not say anything, but the emperor hesitated.
He stopped hesitantly and gasped: "You rebellious son, why don't you run away today?!"
In the past, he wouldn't have had to suffer so many blows. When he was looking for a guy, this kid would have disappeared without a trace!
"I'm not running away today, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just going to stay here."
The prince said: "I want to see how far you can go in order to maintain that so-called secret for our good."
He raised his eyes, met his father's gaze without fear, and said word by word: "Can you beat me to death for this?!"
"you--"
The word that the emperor avoided again and again finally came out of the eldest son's mouth.
He was frightened for a moment, full of astonishment, his lips trembled a few times, and then he swiped the whisk in his hand fiercely: "You treacherous son, do you know what you are talking about?!"
The prince staggered slightly, then stood up on his own, still looking at his father calmly.
The whisk in the emperor's hand finally fell to the ground.
This is his first child.
He is the eldest son who has devoted the most effort and affection.
It is the heir who wants to entrust important responsibilities.
It is the continuation of his will.
He is the defender of his foundation.
It’s also the son who left him so early if God didn’t bless him!
"You bastard, how can you say such things to hurt your father's heart!"
The emperor raised his leg and gave him a kick, crying bitterly.
Because he was so sad, he even had to hold his hands on the wall to barely support his body from falling down: "Do you think your father's heart is made of iron and he is unconscious?"
Seeing this, the prince finally regained his composure and shed tears: "Is it true that a son's heart is made of iron?"
