A dragon raised at birth

"You look like your mother!"

"Father!" The prince, who was ready to accept the dying entrustment of this strange father, was a little confused.

"How is the drought in Liuchuan County?"

"It's settled, I..." Mentioning Liuchuan County, Prince Zhang Jinghong's spirit shook, and he briefly described everything he had done with a hint of pride.

"That's right, it's really good, let alone me, even if you go back thousands of years, there will never be a prince, no, it's the emperor, who can do better than you, you are like the sages recorded in those ancient books. King!"

"Father Emperor Liao praised, I..."

"This is not a compliment, but a fact. You are much better than my useless sons. The Dayong Dynasty will become more prosperous and prosperous under your hands. I believe that my ancestors of the Zhang family will not blame you for this. I."

"Father..." Zhang Jinghong, who was totally unprepared, was shocked when he heard this strange words.

"Call me daddy! Louder." The old emperor's face was kind, nothing unusual.

"Father!" Zhang Jinghong, who didn't know why, frowned, but still called out.

"Hey, good boy."

The old emperor burst out laughing when he heard this sound, and the wrinkles on his face were crowded together.

"Hong'er, my child, promise me one condition."

The emperor stretched out his hand suddenly, and grasped Zhang Jinghong's palm tightly.

"Father, please speak."

"Never change your name. Even if you die in the future, the name I married you will be written on your tombstone. This is my last request."

"Of course it should be."

"Good! Good! Good! Go and call your mother and concubine in!" The old emperor laughed, let go of his palm, and patted Zhang Jinghong's head affectionately.

"Father..."

"Anxin, just ask some questions, I won't do anything, I also want to thank your mother and concubine for giving birth to such a wise emperor for me, Da Yong."

"Here."

Because of the old emperor's strange-sounding words, Zhang Jinghong, whose mind became confused, stood up, walked out of the hall full of medicinal herbs, and informed Concubine Zhaohua to go in.

"Mother and concubine, my father let you in, he wants to ask you some questions." Zhang Jinghong hesitated to speak.

"okay."

At this time, Concubine Zhaohua, who was full of emotions, didn't pay attention to the abnormality on her son's face at all, and stepped into the Hall of Mental Cultivation with her long palace skirt.

Chapter 111 Slander, This Is All Slander

"Is the prince my own?"

Concubine Zhaohua, who had just walked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, came to the bed, and suddenly heard the question asked by the old emperor who had slowly leaned back on the soft pillow, and her body froze slightly.

Outside the main hall, the prince who closed the door voluntarily raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief. As a warrior, he heard the voice inside clearly.

Originally, he was troubled by what the old emperor said to him just now, but now he finally thought of the possibility that he was somewhat unacceptable—he was not the emperor's own son, but he was the mother who had an affair with someone born afterwards.

"Your Majesty, what nonsense are you talking about? Of course Hong'er is your own son."

The imperial concubine Zhaohua who suddenly heard the old emperor's absurd words was surprised, but she didn't panic at all when she heard the old emperor's words, because Zhang Jinghong was indeed born to this old guy.

"Is it really my own son?" The old emperor whose ruddy face gradually faded began to breathe heavily again.

"Of course." The confident Concubine Zhaohua looked at the old emperor's muddy eyes without any guilt.

"Hehe, poetry and poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, formation of troops, law and pharmacopoeia... everything is perfect, everything is perfect, everything I can think of, my crown prince knows it.

Such an astonishing talent, let alone me, even if I searched through the genealogy, I can't find a similar one. You tell me that he is my son.Um?

The eldest, the second, the fifth... all of my sons combined can't compare to half of this prince. I want such a son, but I can't give birth to him. "

"Your Majesty, why should you belittle yourself so much? Besides, Hong'er is not as perfect as you said. He just has a better memory." Hearing the old emperor's self-deprecating words, Concubine Zhaohua's face turned pale. The minister heard it, and it is hard to imagine what the consequences will be?

"Don't be nervous, I don't have much time, so you don't need to worry, your words will not affect the crown prince's enthronement ceremony."

Seeing Concubine Zhaohua who seemed to be frightened by him, the old emperor who was already lying on the bed smiled,

"Tell me the truth, with whom did you give birth to the prince? Is it a fairy, or is it an auspicious descendant?"

"The prince was born to my concubine and His Majesty, and he has the blood of the royal family. There is absolutely no falsehood in this matter."

Concubine Zhaohua had already reacted at this time, her complexion gradually became rosy, and her tone became sonorous and forceful.

"Are you still unwilling to tell me the truth? I have already recognized the identity of the prince, even if he is not my son, even if he does not have the blood of the Zhang family, I don't care, because his surname is Zhang now, and his name is Zhang Jinghong."

"Your Majesty, you are too confused, I should call the imperial doctor in!"

Seeing the emperor in front of her who insisted that she was green, Concubine Zhaohua sighed, and she didn't want to talk to him anymore. She didn't understand how there are people in this world who think that their son is not her because her son is too good Biologically, although those siblings of her son are indeed trash.

"In the 32nd year of Chengde, you went to Ganquan Palace to escape the summer heat, and then, wearing five colors, the auspicious auspiciousness that was as blazing as the sun came.

In the 35th year of Chengde, five colors of brilliance filled the sky over Kyoto, as bright as day. "

The old emperor read out the two records that made him worry in a gentle tone, looked at Concubine Zhaohua with cloudy eyes,

"I'm not confused, I know that the crown prince was born in peace between you and Na Xiangrui."

"Your Majesty, in the 32nd year of Chengde, Hong'er was already two years old, so please stop talking nonsense."

Concubine Zhaohua glanced at the handsome young man who was also standing next to the emperor's bed, and no one could see except her, she was really helpless.

She really wants to have something to do with this noble existence, so that her son can be more stable after he inherits the throne, but people look down on her!

"The time in the 32nd year of Chengde was just the first time that Xiangrui appeared before the world. Didn't he exist before that? I just want to hear your truth."

At this moment, the old emperor's face was pale, and his anger was as thin as a thread. The effect of the pill he just swallowed had expired.

"The prince is your own son, there is absolutely no falsehood in this matter."

"That's it!"

Hearing Concubine Zhaohua's firm voice, the corners of the emperor's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes gradually closed.After a feeling of falling, the body that was originally heavy due to aging suddenly felt relaxed. The unprecedented comfort made the old emperor open his eyes again, and then sat up.

"This is……"

The old emperor saw the imperial concubine Zhaohua who was kneeling in front of the bed, crying like pear blossoms and rain, and also saw the prince and court officials who rushed in because of crying, and his useless children .

"I see!"

The old emperor turned his head slightly and saw that the bed he was sitting on collapsed, and a dead old man with a lifeless face was lying on it, his lower body was overlapping with him.

"I'm already dead!"

The soul of the old emperor stood up and looked at his princes and concubines, princes and ministers crying loudly beside his body, and suddenly found it very interesting.

"Are you really my son?"

Concubine Zhaohua's insistence also shook the suspicion in the old emperor's heart. At this moment, he only had this obsession, and walked towards the prince Zhang Jinghong who was kneeling on the ground, just like everyone else, with a sad face.

"Ok?"

But what the old emperor's soul didn't expect was that the prince, who was originally full of sadness, suddenly raised his head and looked at where he was standing.

"Can he see Zhen's existence?" The old emperor, who knew exactly what state he was in at this moment, was startled, and looked at the prince who was staring up at him.

"It really isn't my son!"

At this time, the old emperor completely gave up the illusion in his heart. The old Qiuxian had already let him know that he was just an ordinary person with a mortal body. How could he give birth to such a monstrous son.

"Zhang Mingchuan, your time has come, come with us!"

The faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, and in the mighty wind, the old emperor's soul saw two ghosts and gods with hazy golden light coming through the door and appearing in front of him with a bunch of errands.

"You are..." Looking at these majestic ghosts and gods and vicious ghosts, the old emperor understood in his heart, but he still asked one more question, and retreated unconsciously.

"We are the day and night wandering gods of the Gyeonggi Yin Division, and we are here to escort you to the Yin Division!"

"I am Emperor Dayong, I will not enter the underworld!"

The emperor, who was a little happy and curious because he was able to get rid of the shackles of his body, finally felt the threat of death at this time. His face showed panic and panic, and he even turned around, wanting to run away.

Whoa!

The soul-detaining iron locks pass by in the air, even in the face of an emperor's soul, these shackles have no intention of showing mercy, the more powerful they are in life, the more they want to arrest and take them to the underworld after death middle.

"No, Hong'er save me!"

The old emperor, who basically didn't cause any trouble to the errand who came to pick him up, was tied up tightly. Except for his identity, his essence was no different from that old farmer in the field.

"Stop shouting, yin and yang are separated, this is the order of heaven and earth. Even if he can see it, he can't save you. Besides, you were the emperor before you were alive. Bringing you into the underworld is just a process, and it won't do anything to you. You still have to enter the Taimiao in the end."

Seeing all this excitement, and Zhang Jinghong, who was kneeling there, seeming to see everything in his eyes, Ri Youshen, who was afraid of any trouble, explained.

"Can I still enter the Taimiao?" The old emperor stopped struggling when he heard his final fate.

"Of course, you will be protected by Da Yong Guozuo. Even if you go to the Department of Yin and Yang, the Department of Merit and Demerit, and the Department of Punishment, nothing will happen."

"Can you not go?" The emperor held a trace of luck in his heart, which didn't sound like a good place.

"No."

"This emperor... tsk!"

Seeing the soul of the emperor taken away by the errand, Diablo, who was standing by and watching everything, couldn't help but shake his head. He couldn't figure it out. His son is so outstanding, but this guy's first reaction was that he was not his own. Yes, how much you have to look down on yourself to think so.

"Well, I don't have anything to do for now."

Diablo, who was misunderstood and not very angry, looked with his hands behind his back, and planned to leave. Naturally, Zhang Jinghong, the prince, held a state funeral for his emperor's father, and then organized the enthronement ceremony. It has nothing to do with him.

But Diablo had just returned to the blessed land of Montenegro, when a spirit lingering with incense came to ask, or ask for instructions,

"You still need to ask me about this kind of thing?" Diablo stared at the respectful ghost in front of him.

"I also ask Lord Mu Wang to calm down. It is really difficult for my family to answer this kind of thing, so I came here to ask for advice."

"What is there to ask for advice? Nothing happened between me and Concubine Zhaohua, and the Crown Prince Zhang Jinghong has no blood relationship with me."

Diablo was a little furious. After the old emperor entered the underworld, he actually relied on his status as an emperor to ask the capital city god whether the prince was his own.

It's okay for the old emperor to be suspicious. It's normal for an emperor to be suspicious, but the most annoying thing is that the City God of Dudu actually told the old emperor that he didn't know, and then sent his subordinates to ask him.

"Your Highness King Mu, I understand, I'm going to report to Lord Chenghuang right now."

"Stop!" Seeing the ghost who was about to leave, Diablo opened his mouth and stopped him.

"What orders does His Royal Highness King Mu have?" He didn't get the answer he was expecting, and it was a pity that the ghosts and gods were very respectful—he didn't hear the breaking news, so he took the risk and ran this trip in vain.

"In the eyes of ghosts and gods, this king has an affair with Concubine Zhaohua? The prince Zhang Jinghong is my son with Concubine Zhaohua?"

Chapter 112 Who is My Father?

"His Royal Highness Mu Wang, I wait for the little ghost, how dare I arrange you behind my back!"

Hearing Diablo's question, the ghosts and gods who volunteered to come over, wanting to hear the first-hand gossip, trembled in fright.

"Duplicate guy, okay, I'll go with you to Gyeonggi Yinsi."

Diablo stood up. It didn't matter to the old emperor to think wildly, but now, he thinks it's time to clarify.

Otherwise, this kind of crap will be spread more and more widely, and in the end, it will really be yellow mud falling into the crotch.

"My lord, it's just a trivial matter. I can just convey it verbally. Why do you need His Royal Highness King Mu to come in person?"

"Even you ghosts and gods think so, not to mention other demons and ghosts, immortals and Buddhist cultivators. This matter concerns my reputation. I must go there myself."

Regardless of the dissuasion of the ghost, Diablo, who felt that the situation was serious, went to the Gyeonggi Yin Division in person, and just after he entered the main city of the Yin Jurisdiction, he saw the old emperor standing under the hall waiting for trial, and That towering high above, is as brilliant and dazzling as a sun that has fallen to the ground.

"Your Highness King Mu, why are you here?" Seeing that it was Diablo himself running over in person, the City God of Yin Sidu, who was originally as immobile as a mountain, couldn't sit still.

"If you don't come here to clarify, my king's reputation will be ruined by you group of ghosts and gods who don't do their jobs properly. You say that you are doing something wrong every day, and tossing about these dirty things. Does this have anything to do with your own job? "

Seeing the City God greet him in person, Diablo didn't show any face at all, and just reprimanded him.

"His Royal Highness King Mu, this government is negligent at this time, please Your Highness Haihan..."

Seeing this angry Xiangrui, even Du Chenghuang could only smile with him at this time, because he didn't even understand that he was a little out of character this time.

But he can't be blamed for this matter, whoever told this man to run to the emperor's harem when he has nothing to do every day, the wandering gods patrolling the streets can see this master every now and then.