Luqing was pregnant again, and Emperor Xihe was overjoyed, and even his previous dissatisfaction with Yan Fuguang's preference for her had dissipated a lot.
Empress Xu made insinuations and speculated that all the children in the prince's palace were from the Wei family. As the prince, Yan Fuguang was too partial to her, which was why none of the other women got pregnant.
Emperor Xihe immediately said: "The Wei family is a blessed person, and it is normal for Fuguang to be partial to her!"
Empress Xu hesitated to speak: "But she gave birth to the Lan brothers. It is inevitably unfair, and she is afraid that more conflicts will break out in the future."
Emperor Xihe was a little disappointed. She had clearly promised not to care about the children except Yan Xianzhi. What was she doing?
He said: "Queen, don't you understand yet?"
"What does the emperor mean?"
"I want to say that what Fu Guang means is what I mean. If others are not blessed, it's not because Fu Guang is unfair, nor is it because the Wei family is bewitching the Lord. It's God's arrangement."
Now he also wants to understand, what is the point of a man as big as Yan Fuguang favoring a woman and having to receive criticism from the outside world? People have already given birth to the children they should have, so what’s the point of blaming them?
"When I was young, there were times when I couldn't help myself, but I was not happy at that time."
As soon as these words came out, Queen Xu's face turned pale. The Queen Mother was still there at that time. In order to get the Queen Mother's support, she and the Queen Mother thought about which woman to push Emperor Xihe into the palace every day.
"Your Majesty, did you blame me? Isn't it that I am just as helpless as you?"
Her words were soft, and Emperor Xihe naturally softened his heart. He said earnestly: "So, I don't want Fuguang to be like me again."
Same as what? Can't you stay with the woman you love for life? Queen Xu's nails dug deeply into her palms, and he would never forget that woman.
Emperor Xihe gave Empress Xu a lesson and ran to Changding Hall, but Yan Fuguang was still nowhere to be seen.
He put his hands on his chubby waist and stood behind Yan Changfeng. The old god asked: "Why doesn't Fuguang come? Changfeng, send someone to ask what's going on?"
Yan Changfeng looked at Xi Hedi without saying anything. What's going on? What else could be going on? You took advantage of your third son's absence to let go of your eldest son who was acting like a monster all day long. If he didn't even have a temper, he wouldn't be Yan Fuguang.
"The third brother said he was tired and wanted to take a rest."
"Have a rest? How many days has it been?"
Yan Changfeng moved his sore wrist from writing, sighed and said quietly: "The third brother also said that you should call the eldest prince back as an errand. Anyway, he has been the prince for so many years, so he has enough experience."
What outrageous words did you say? !
Emperor Xihe groaned and gasped: "He is not the prince, my prince is Fuguang!"
Yan Changfeng silently added: "Not the prince, but your most favored son."
Yes, everyone was talking like a gun and a stick. Emperor Xihe understood. These people were angry. Angry, he released Yan Xianzhi and sent him to Songjiang Mansion.
"I have no choice..."
Yan Changfeng listened in one ear and out the other. After Emperor Xihe finished talking about his helplessness, he said, "You can tell your third brother these words."
Emperor Xihe choked up and his vanity came to him: "Just go, Fuguang will understand me!"
He immediately ordered the palace people to prepare the carriage and made a low-key journey to the Prince's Mansion.
At this time, Yan Fuguang was surrounded by his three sons, who were playing with tops in the garden.
Brother Jiu was clamoring to come to the garden to play, but Fang Jinbao felt that there was nothing interesting here. He really felt sorry for his little master, so he went to the warehouse to find a spinning top.
Brother Ninth couldn't play with the top when he got it. After thinking about it, he wrapped his father around his mother and asked him to play with it.
As soon as Yan Fuguang started moving, the three cubs followed him to the garden.
He was so calm and leisurely that he waved his whip and the top spun rapidly on the ground. Brother Yu and Brother Jiu couldn't take their eyes away, which made Yan Fuguang quite sad.
How did this happen in the mansion? Have you never played with a small spinning top?
"Father!" Brother Jiu shouted excitedly, imitating others to give a thumbs up, "Awesome!"
When Fang Jinbao saw it, he quickly handed him the small whip. Brother Jiu took it and followed Yan Fuguang's example, whipping him up and down.
"Ahem!" Emperor Xihe coughed heavily.
Brother Lan and Brother Yu immediately turned around and saluted: "I've seen Grandpa Huang!"
The two men holding whips over there looked at the sound, and Yan Fuguang raised his eyebrows: "Why are you here, Father?"
Brother Ninth followed suit, his little face didn't show any trace of joy, it was more like he was disturbed while having fun and felt unhappy: "What, are you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Fuguang tapped his little head and looked down at him: "Where are the rules?"
"Wrong!" Ninth Brother hugged his head and groaned, then threw away the small whip and stepped forward to salute Emperor Xihe, "Hello, Grandpa Emperor."
"Okay, okay!" Emperor Xihe was very happy. It was not enough to hold Brother Yu, and he wanted to bend down and hug Brother Jiu together.
Yan Fuguang glanced at his increasingly fat waist and reminded, "You can't carry him."
Brother Jiu retreated behind Yan Fuguang, hugged his legs, raised his head and cooperated: "Father, you can hold him!"
His father often hugs him and Brother Yu together, and his eldest brother is no exception. His father is the most powerful father!
Yan Fuguang put his palm against Brother Jiu's head and rubbed it, feeling happy: "Good son."
The corners of Emperor Xihe's mouth twitched.
Yan Fuguang took Brother Yu from Emperor Xihe's hand and asked, "What's the matter with you coming here?"
Emperor Xihe shook his sore hands: "Why don't you go to court?"
"Is this why you came?"
What does "just" mean? Isn't this important?
"The imperial court can't survive without you!"
Brother Lan muttered: "But my father is so tired."
The court is not his father's court alone, so why can't he do it without him? What do other people do for food? Don’t do anything after receiving a salary?
Brother Jiu also understood. He angrily tugged at Yan Fuguang's robe: "I quit."
What are you doing, why not play top with him?
Brother Yu flattened his mouth and touched Yan Fuguang's face: "It's pitiful."
Emperor Xihe: "..."
What did he do? The four united fronts of this family, father and son, made him look very heartless.
"Is it because of the eldest prince? I will ask him to come back from Songjiang Mansion immediately..."
Why do you want him to come back? Come back to be an eyesore?
"Just stay there." After all, Yan Xianzhi will be his father soon, at least wait until he knows the good news first.
Emperor Xihe couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a yin and yang thing, so he tried to say: "Then..."
Yan Fuguang sighed and stared at Emperor Xihe: "Father, please let me rest."
Emperor Xihe was stunned for a moment: "Oh, oh."
After Yan Fuguang returned to the capital, especially after being established as the crown prince, Emperor Xihe felt that the burden on him was much lighter. He always thought that this was what a prince should do, but looking back, he thought, was Yan Xianzhi like this at that time?
"Fuguang, are you really tired?" Emperor Xihe rarely asked with a conscience.
Yan Fuguang did not restrict his random thoughts, he said: "Tiredness is only the second priority."
It would be nice if others didn't hold back.
Such as Emperor Xihe, such as Yan Xianzhi, such as Empress Xu...
