I am not Song Qinzong

As for the others, they are all vacant.

There is no six rate, only half of the guards, only 50 people.

With such a small number of people, not to mention coping with the crisis of subjugation, even wanting to usurp the throne is not enough.

In the court, the prince is even a mascot, who can express opinions, but don't want to participate in decision-making.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult to develop one's own power.

But no matter how difficult it is, we must find opportunities to carry it out.

Anyway, Zhao Ji can't count on it.

Artists, writers, painters in the emperor's world... are really good at everything, except being an emperor.

Otherwise, he would not be able to directly throw the pot away when the Jin soldiers besieged the city.

The point is, Zhao Ji himself is not aware of this.

The illusion of life, I have always done a good job, and it is vividly reflected in the brothel emperor.

No matter how bad he is, he is still the emperor, and he will definitely not let Zhao Huan hold too much power.

This has nothing to do with the relationship between father and son, it's just the instinct of those in power.

In this regard, he may not feel that it is a restriction, but a love.

Instead of letting the prince fly up and hurt the harmony between father and son, it is better to be honest and avoid difficulties.

Zhao Huan was out of his mind, and there were many inappropriate answers, but fortunately, they were all commonplace, Zhao Ji only thought that he was just recovering from a serious illness and was mentally lethargic, but he never took responsibility for it.

"It's not long after you wake up, you have to rest. Stay well, and it won't be too late to see me again." Zhao Ji said.

"Thank you, Father, for your understanding." Zhao Huan secretly blamed himself.

It's really wrong to desert the emperor.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Zhao Ji got up and said.

Zhao Huan half-supported his body and said, "Respectfully send off the father."

"You, you..." Zhao Ji pointed at him, shook his head and said with a smile: "After a serious illness, there are many more polite things, why bother!"

Zhao Huan smiled, but said nothing.

At this time, Zhu Lian bowed and said: "Father, wait a moment, my son has something to say."

Zhao Ji gave a little support and said, "You can talk about things if you have something to do, no need to salute."

Zhu Lian said: "The prince is just recovering from a serious illness, so he is not suitable to go to school. I beg your father to be sympathetic, so that you can avoid the homework for the next few days."

"This is what it should mean, so there is no need to say more." Zhao Ji waved his hand and left.

Amidst the voices of seeing off the official family, only Zhao Ji said: "I am happy today, so I will go to Li Shishi's house to listen to a song."

Teacher Li?

Zhao Huan was stunned.

The most important thing is that he is so upright and undisguised, without any reservations of an emperor.

There was no movement outside, Zhao Huan asked: "My lady, who is Li Shishi, who is worthy of Dad's concern?"

Zhu Lian showed a little surprise, but did not show any strangeness, and said: "She is the No.

Love is silly!

I like to be directly included in the palace, why stay outside to show my face?There is no emperor's body at all.

"There is another Zhao Yuannu, who Dad often visits, but Zhao Yuannu doesn't have any new works recently, and Dad doesn't go there very often." Zhu Lian said again.

Hey, the brothel emperor... Zhao Huan felt speechless.

After a while, Zhu Lian said again: "Lang Jun, your Majesty's preference is related to the position of the crown prince, so you should remember it."

Zhao Huan didn't panic when he used sickness as an excuse, and said, "I've been seriously ill, I've forgotten a lot, so don't make a fuss about it, just check for my omissions and make up for the vacancies."

"It should be so." Zhu Lian responded.

After all, husband and wife share weal and woe, and she doesn't want to become a prisoner because of Zhao Huan being deposed.

Amid gossip, two more maids brought meals.

Xu was worried that Zhao Huan would not be able to remember, so Zhu Lian deliberately called out his name.

The fatter one is called Bai Rong, and the thinner one is called Hongju. They are both about eighteen or nineteen years old, with average looks.

Zhao Huan secretly remembered it in his heart.

Zhu Lian was quite worried. Although Zhao Huan absorbed a lot of memories, he lost a lot of bits and pieces, and there were many gaps that urgently needed to be filled.

After the food was put away, Zhu Lian and Bai Rong helped him down and sat down.

A cup of porridge, probably green rice, with some tonic added, the aroma is attractive.

A plate of beautiful pastries, two plates of delicious side dishes.

After eating, he was served to drink medicine.

Served by a beautiful woman, the bitter medicine doesn't feel bitter anymore, so I drank it all in one gulp.

"I've been lying down for a few days, and my whole body is soft. Please help me to walk around." Zhao Huan said again.

Zhu Lian hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

It's just that his strength is weak, and he can't support it alone, so he and Bai Rong supported him on the left and the right.

Out of the bedroom, it's not a living room, but a classroom-like room.

There are a few books on the long table in the middle and high place, which should be the place where the attendant reads and lectures, and the long table below is where Zhao Huan listened to the lecture.

Seeing Zhao Huan stop, Zhu Lian said softly: "Daddy's golden mouth has been opened. You don't need to worry about your homework these days. You just recovered, so you need to be more diligent."

Zhao Huan nodded slightly, but did not answer.

He captured two main points.

One is that you need to do your homework.