Destiny in this life: Sisterly love is deep and dreams are sweet

East Palace

Murong Yi had lunch with Lu Wanxi, then left the East Palace and went to the Qinzheng Hall to explain something to the Holy One.

As soon as Murong Yi arrived outside the Qinzheng Hall, he heard the sound of laughter and quarrels coming from the hall. Without thinking too much, he knew who was inside.

Eunuch Gao Yang stepped forward awkwardly and said: "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince. His Majesty is with two beauties..."

"Go in and pass the message, I'll wait here." Murong Yi's cold expression made Gao Yang dare not refuse.

"Yes!"

Gao Yang could only ask someone to push the door open and go in. At this time, the saint was playing hide and seek with the two beauties. The saint was blindfolded and opened his hands to find the two beauties.

"Your Majesty~ Where is my concubine here? Your Majesty~"

Gao Yang said: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is outside seeking an audience."

When the Holy One heard that it was Murong Yi, he quickly took off the handkerchief covering his eyes. The two beauties also stood still, waiting for the Holy One to speak.

The saint's face was solemn, as if someone had disturbed his good mood, and he said impatiently: "Let the prince come in, you two go back to the palace first!"

"Yes! Concubine, please retire."

The two beauties walked in front of Gao Yang and left the Qinzheng Hall together.

When he saw Murong Yi, he bowed and saluted, "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince."

Murong Yi smelled the smell of makeup on their bodies and felt sick to death. He scolded: "Where is this place? Don't let me see you here again."

"Yes!"

Facing the crown prince and the future emperor, the two of them were naturally afraid. I was so frightened that I quickly left without daring to look back.

When Murong Yi stepped into Qinzheng Hall, he felt that it was smoky and smelled very unpleasant.

"My son pays respects to Father Emperor."

After the saint sat down, he said, "Get up! What's the matter?"

"Isn't my father in poor health? I see that my father is in good health, and he is leisurely and elegant, playing and playing with beauties. He doesn't look like he is seriously ill." Murong Yi exposed him mercilessly. .

The Holy Master couldn't keep his face, but he was still making excuses for himself, "I just want to relax, and you have to take care of this."

During these days, the memorials were all sent to the East Palace. Murong Yi was so busy that he couldn't sleep well. But his father was on the good side, having fun with beauties.

How could Murong Yi not be angry?

"Father, what were you doing just now? In Father's eyes, what is the place where Qinzheng Hall is? Is it a place where Father has fun, laughs and has fun?"

"Okay! I have worked hard for half my life just to indulge myself. Do you need to make such a fuss?"

"There must be limits to indulgence, and there must be a bottom line. What does the father want to do now? The father does not want to interfere with the major affairs of the court, and the sons and ministers can take over with full authority, but the father also has to take into account the face of the royal family."

The Holy One was furious and said: "How presumptuous! Is this the way you should talk to me? I am not only your father, but also the emperor."

"Since my father knows that he is the Son of Heaven, he should set an example and set an example for the people of the world. Instead of forgetting his identity like he did just now."

"You treacherous son! Don't think that I dare not depose you, let alone that your position as prince is as secure as Mount Tai."

"Of course I dare. My grandfather failed to depose my father back then, and it is absolutely impossible for my father to depose my son today. Father, please don't forget that your son is the eldest son of your father. Who are the forces behind it? The father, the emperor, needs to think carefully. The maternal clan of the empress and the imperial grandmother, as well as the maternal clan of the Crown Princess, the prestige of Ayu and Xiangyang Marquis in the military, Fan Yanglu's literati disciples all over the world. The throne of the prince is as stable as Mount Tai. If your father doesn’t believe it, you can give it a try. See if you can depose your son?”

The Holy Emperor has nothing to say. His son is now more popular than himself, and his prestige in the court may have surpassed his own. It is impossible for the Holy One to be really confused. Back then, the late emperor had the intention of changing the throne to a crown prince, but was opposed by many ministers and royal family members. The events of that year are all vivid in my mind, and it is impossible for the Holy One to repeat the same mistakes.

"A Yi! My father just said what I said without restraint. How could my father destroy you?"

Murong Yi's momentum just now had already overwhelmed him. Murong Yi knew better that his current status was unmatched by anyone, so he naturally dared to talk to him like this. What's more, this matter was originally made by the Holy Spirit.

"I hope that what happened today will not happen again in the future. My father is the emperor, and so many pairs of eyes are staring at His Majesty and the Qinzheng Palace. Even if my father is disgusted with the shackles brought by his identity, he should think about what he is doing now. With everything we have, we should think about the fact that our father has been in power for many years and has worked hard to make Daqi prosperous day by day. After many years of perseverance and hard work, if the achievements are really short-circuited due to his father's indulgence, the father's wisdom will be greatly affected. How should the historians judge the merits and demerits of the emperor father? A hundred years later, how should the world view the merits and demerits of the emperor father?"

"Is the reputation accumulated over the years really going to be wasted because of a momentary pursuit of pleasure? Is my father really willing to do so? Or does he not care at all about the evaluation of the world a hundred years from now?"

These words directly touched the pain point of the Holy Emperor. Any emperor would care about the evaluation of future generations, and he was no exception.