Come on, Your Highness

As soon as the court was over, Xiao Hong flew into the main hall of the Qing Dynasty. Emperor Tiangan just changed his clothes and was dressed in light casual clothes.

Xiao Hong was taken aback, "Father?"

Emperor Tiangan waved his hand and said, "Let's go, accompany Weifu out of the palace for a walk."

Xiao Hong looked down at his clothes. He was wearing a python robe court dress with teeth and claws. "Well, father, where do you want to go?"

In the carriage, Xiao Hong tugged on his sleeves and neckline from time to time, raised his hands and stretched his arms, as if he was a bit out of sorts.

Emperor Tiangan, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, was a little annoyed by his tossing, and couldn't help but said: "Can you stop for a while? If you pull again, it will break."

"No, Dad, I feel that the clothes are a little too small, and I can't stretch them out." Xiao Hong stretched his arms in front of Emperor Tiangan, "Here, look, the sleeves are a bit short."

Emperor Tiangan saw it, it was indeed small, and he could see the white inner garment inside, but he remained silent and did not comment.

for the garment is his.

Naturally, there was no change of clothes for Xiao Hong in the Qingzheng Hall, so Eunuch Huang had no choice but to order someone to temporarily find an old emperor's clothes for Xiao Hong to change into, and he looked for the biggest one.

What's worse is that Xiao Hong didn't know what to eat to grow up. He was only eighteen years old, and his height was already half the head of the emperor, so the size was naturally a bit smaller.

Emperor Tiangan didn't want to admit that he was a little jealous of his son, but Xiao Hong was still muttering: "Eunuch Huang is really too, why can't you find a bigger one, I'm afraid that the creaking hole will be broken when I raise my hand, How embarrassing." He tugged on the sleeves, as if this would lengthen the fabric a bit.

The blue veins on Emperor Tiangan's forehead finally couldn't help twitching, thinking that this brat still feels ashamed?

He glared at him, and reprimanded: "It's good to wear something, but I still think it's noisy, I can't sit still and ride a horse outside, my head hurts!"

"Have a headache?" Xiao Hong stopped worrying about the crappy clothes immediately, and hurriedly said, "Then why are you still leaving the palace? Shouldn't you see an imperial physician?"

"As long as you shut up and stop nagging in my ears, you'll be fine!" Emperor Tiangan was finally able to express his helplessness with his forehead.

"Oh..." Xiao Hong stopped talking with an embarrassing expression.

But he is not a temper that can sit still. After thinking for a while, he leaned over with a shy face again, walked around behind Emperor Tiangan, raised his hand and clasped the emperor's forehead and said, "The son will press it for you. more comfortable?"

This is possible, Emperor Tiangan did not refuse.

He has experienced Xiao Hong's technique before. His hands are strong, measured, moderate in strength, and durable enough. He simply closed his eyes and said, "Don't forget your shoulders, your neck is pinched, it's sore."

What's the use of a son, isn't it that he can beat his back and press his shoulders to manipulate him casually?

The carriage staggered forward, and the driver tried his best to hold it steady, but still bumped unexpectedly.

Emperor Tiangan closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and now Xiao Hong was pressing his shoulders.

He sighed inwardly, and said, "Hong'er, when do you plan to leave?"

Xiao Hong was asked abruptly, and he didn't recover for a while, "Where are you going?"

Emperor Tiangan chuckled, and asked back: "Aren't you going to Jiangdong, aren't you leaving?"

"Ah, Dad, do you agree?" Xiao Hong's voice was full of surprise.

"Can you disagree? It's also because I didn't think about it. Now that I stay in the capital, all eyes are on you, and you are bound. Case, it is better to let you go out for a walk, let my ears be clean."

Xiao Hong has always been Emperor Tiangan's favorite choice for the prince, and the relationship between father and son is also very good.But even so, facing the unanimous request of the courtiers to reinstate the crown prince, he still felt a little threatened, and subconsciously developed a fear of Xiao Hong.

He is over forty years old and gradually entering old age, while Xiao Hong eighteen is in the prime of his life.

Every emperor would be worried that his increasingly powerful son would threaten his status. If Xiao Hong hesitated and flinched at this time, it would become a seed of doubt and bury it between father and son.

Fortunately, his son did not disappoint him in the end, he was flexible and found another way to easily resolve the two dilemmas, which not only restored their father-son relationship, but also dispelled other people's despicable thoughts of using this method again.

He even had already thought about the next countermeasures and avoided the capital directly.

Step by step, he didn't embarrass his father, and thoughtfully made the emperor feel more guilty as he thought about it.

How many debt-collecting sons stared at everything in Lao Tzu's hands, and pretended to be considerate and said not to worry about it, and felt resentful when things went wrong.

Only Xiao Hong, the emperor recalled that he had never asked him for anything beyond the rules since he was a child, but he gave it willingly, and he could get his most sincere gratitude and joy when he gave it.

Emperor Tiangan, who is alone and widowed, has only had such a caring son to warm him since the queen passed away.

So what else can I not give?

Emperor Tiangan thought of this, and suddenly blurted out: "When you come back, you can be crowned prince."

With this sudden sentence, the hand pinching his shoulder stopped instantly.

Xiao Hong didn't speak. Although Emperor Tiangan couldn't see his son's expression, he could feel Xiao Hong's excitement from his heavy breathing.

He smiled in his heart, and did not regret this impulse. Instead, he patted his almost frozen hand on his shoulder, and said gently: "I think you are worthy of a big responsibility for what you said today. If the dam is repaired well, it will be It is a feat, and the canonization will be renamed."

"Could it be impossible to stand again after being abolished? The emperor Jinkou said that you will never be a prince again from now on?"

"Just because it's not suitable now doesn't mean it won't be suitable in the future."

"Sooner or later, this position will still be yours."

……

Xiao Hong suddenly remembered that when he met He Xichao for the first time nine years ago, what the six-year-old child said in a childlike voice was confirmed at this moment.

He was excited and happy, but not because he would immediately return to the position of the honorable prince, but because his efforts were finally recognized.

This rough and bumpy road was finally walked out by the two of them!

It was not easy, Xiao Hong really wanted to see He Xichao immediately and hug him fiercely.

The eye sockets couldn't help getting a little moist, he endured, endured, but after all, a choked sob leaked out after taking a breath.

Emperor Tiangan was shocked by this sound.

Xiao Hong wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said, "Father, do you believe that, no one hopes that you will last forever and never grow old more than me."

"Well, you are filial, I know."

"No." Xiao Hong put his hands down, sat down beside Emperor Tiangan, leaned his head on his father's shoulder and said, "It's not filial piety, it's selfishness."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"The emperor's burden is too heavy for me to carry. Under your wings, I can do whatever I want. I know that as long as I don't overdo it, you will support me. Even if I make a mistake, fail, or be ashamed, Being scolded... I just need to pat my ass and hide behind you, everything will be fine, you won't ignore me, you will always help me deal with the aftermath."

Xiao Hong's words were very willful, but Emperor Tiangan smiled on his face, and said helplessly: "Do you still want to rely on me for the rest of your life, and always be alone."

"Then I hope that the later the better, the happiest people are those who have someone to protect them from the wind and rain." Xiao Hong stretched out his fingers and scratched, "Look, now I can walk around, I can take leave and not go to court, and see who doesn't like it." Find any trouble, I can ask you for help if the errand is too difficult...you don't have to critique papers late at night, you don't have to worry about difficult decisions, you don't have to keep the people of the world in mind at all times, you don't have to eat chicken legs and pay attention to the majesty of the emperor..."

Xiao Hong sat up straight, looked at Emperor Tiangan with admiration but felt distressed and said: "Father, you are a generation of Mingjun, and the people are singing and praising you. Everyone fears your majesty, but what my son cares more about is your hard work." , I can see it, I am so tired! I am really afraid that one day I will take over this prosperous dynasty from you, but I will not be able to make it better. At that time, where can I find you to help me!

"Father, if possible, I want to be a prince for the rest of my life, and under your control, move forward bravely without any worries."

The carriage had to move forward, and finally stopped at a street corner.

"Master, we're here." Eunuch Huang reminded in a low voice in front of the car door.

However, there was no movement inside. He waited for a while wondering, then raised his voice and said, "Master, Eldest Young Master, we're here."

"Get down." Xiao Hong's voice came from inside.

Eunuch Huang breathed a sigh of relief, he opened the car door, and Xiao Hong came out from inside. He jumped out of the carriage briskly without the need for the driver to bring his pedals, turned his head, and stretched out his hand, "Father, I'll help you."

Eunuch Huang helped Emperor Tiangan out of the carriage, but the emperor kept his head down, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Emperor Tiangan handed over his hand to Xiao Hong, and his son held it firmly. He couldn't help but raise his head and smile, but Eunuch Huang saw the clue...

The eye sockets are actually red!

He was taken aback, what did it say?

This is the second time!

While Eunuch Huang was still guessing, Xiao Hong looked around and said, "Hey, isn't this the Book Lane, Dad, why are you here?"

Emperor Tiangan was surprised and said: "You actually know Book Lane?" No matter what happens here, it doesn't suit Xiao Hong.

"Xi Chao often comes here to give lectures and buy books. It's not far from the palace, and I've wandered here a few times." Seeing Emperor Tiangan's unbelievable expression, Xiao Hong said unhappily, "What do you mean, my son also reads books Okay? I know you well here, and I'll take you away."

"Master, Eldest Young Master, should we find a place to eat first?" Eunuch Huang suggested.

It was almost noon after the end of the court meeting, and it was already noon when we rushed all the way back, Xiao Hong’s stomach was already singing empty city plans, so he said: "Why don't you go to the Liyuelou in front, Dad, if you want to listen to scholars talking and debating, go to Eat there, at this point, I guess it's just the beginning."

When Emperor Tiangan heard it, he was immediately happy, "You know it well."

Xiao Hong chuckled, "I only found out about this year's final exam. Although Liyuelou's dishes taste mediocre, every year during the Spring Festival, the owner likes to invite famous talents from all over the world to gather together for essay debates. If you come out today, don't you?" Do you just want to take a look at these future talents of Daqi?"

Emperor Tiangan nodded and strode away.

Liyuelou comes from the meaning of carp jumping over the dragon's gate.

Walking into this restaurant, the first thing that catches the eye is the inscriptions that can be seen everywhere on the wall. All kinds of handwriting are flying wildly, neatly and neatly. If you look closely at the inscriptions at the end, most of them are the names of previous Jinshi.

The owner of the restaurant is very smart. In the early years, all the people who he thought were talented in the meeting would silently give silver taels, as long as the candidates won the Jinshi to give back a poem. Later, it became a good talk, attracting more and more There are more and more candidates.

Now that the scale and practice have been formed, many ministers and dignitaries with discerning eyes and pearls will also come here to listen in, looking for plastic talents, or win over, or make friends.

Every two days, Liyuelou will invite well-known Confucian scholars to come up with a topic, attracting many talented scholars to express their opinions, or talk about state affairs, or discuss people's livelihood. Daqi is very tolerant of scholars, and it is not a crime to talk about the affairs of the court like this of.On the contrary, if you have a good point of view, you can even go straight to the holy place and get favored in advance, and it is not in vain to study hard in the cold window for decades.

Therefore, candidates who are confident in themselves will come to participate, and there are almost no seats left, so the Liyue Building is overcrowded.

Naturally, the emperor did not come out on a whim. Someone had already occupied a seat in the Liyue Building, but it was a semi-open private room on the second floor, where one could see the situation in the hall at a glance, but it was difficult to see the real content of the private room below. Hong and the others walked in and took a closer look, but it was Mr. Xie Ge sitting beside him.

"I've seen the emperor, I've seen the King of England." Because of his modest attire, Xie Ge just stood up and cupped his hands without saluting.

Emperor Tiangan smiled and waved his hands, "Outside, there is no need to be polite."

"Father, did you discuss it?" Xiao Hong sat down and asked.

"Today I'm too lazy to read the brochures, so I'm going out to relax, and whoever thinks you'll come with me, so come here."

Nonsense, didn't you ask me to come out with you?Xiao Hong slandered, but in front of Mr. Xie Ge, it was not easy to dismantle his father's platform, so Xiao Hong could only change the subject and said: "It seems that there are too many scholars today, what's wrong?"

Xie Ge said: "Today, Yueshan Layman has a topic and the one with the best eloquence, he will accept him as a closed disciple and teach him all he can."

Emperor Tiangan nodded, "I see."

Xiao Hong also pretended to be serious and nodded, but after picking up the cup and taking a sip of tea, he asked, "Who is Yueshan Layman?"

Emperor Tiangan twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Old Xie Ge and said, "Let Qing see the joke."

Xie Ge said with a smile: "Your Highness is kind-hearted, not good at writing, I don't know it's normal. Yueshan Layman was the number one scholar in Honghe's reign, and the founder of Yueshan Academy. As an official in the court, he is highly respected among the scholars, and he is a truly knowledgeable person, and this old man is ashamed to be inferior."

"It seems to be very powerful, how old is it?"

Xie Ge was thinking, "The old man is almost ninety."

Xiao Hong was taken aback, "At such an advanced age, can you impress students? Don't just accept apprentices, that's all..."

"Hong'er, how do you talk?" Emperor Tiangan glared at Xiao Hong, "The old man is a fairy, so he can prolong his life."

Xiao Hong said with emotion: "That's right, I'm content to live to his age in this life."

Emperor Tiangan felt that what Xiao Hong said was right, if he was gone, who would be able to control his uncontrollable mouth, thanks to his son, otherwise he would have to be sacked and beaten to death.

After today, Mr. Xie Ge has completely changed Xiao Hong's senses, so he is more tolerant.

He said: "For the old man's reputation, even if he is only a one-day student, people who study in the world must be willing."

Emperor Tiangan agreed very much, "Exactly."

Just as they were talking, the scholars all sat down and became quiet, then a man in a green shirt unique to Yueshan Academy came out and opened the topic.

The author has something to say: Please look at the title of our book, it is not called Chong, His Royal Highness, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Naturally, our little red will still be on this throne~