I was the heir in ancient times

The person who can't sleep at night is not Bo and detested. The son of the eldest son Zhitong who lives in the Huangji Palace also can't fall asleep. He is thinking about the things he just gave up before, and his heart is like a fire, and he can't bear it.

He opened his black eyes in the dark, and the lonely eyes on the huge head made him look very gloomy and inaccessible. Fortunately, he now has his own palace, with his own servants and maids, he can Don't force yourself to sleep at night when you can't sleep, pretending to be asleep.

He sat up from the bed, put on his shoes, and walked to the window. When he opened the window, he saw a row of green bamboos. Behind the bamboos was a dark red palace wall. The moonlight cast bamboo shadows on his face. He stretched out his hand. Going to pick it up, his eyes fell on Littlefinger uncontrollably.

Two hours ago, Zhitong and his mother had the same activity with everyone in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. They ground a large amount of old corn that my uncle brought back from Qingling Temple into flour, and chatted and talked by the way.

Zhi Tong may not have told anyone, even if he doesn't like to talk, he still loves this kind of atmosphere. It reminds him of the Gu family under the old locust tree in Daoliang City a long time ago. Everything started there, like is finally there.

He was born in Daoliang City. The father he had never seen was a famous hero in his mother's mouth. The grandfather he had never seen was a lord admired by the world. His mission is to be the back road for everyone in the rear. One day he will inherit everything from his father, stand in his father's place, and share the world's worries like his father.

It was beautiful at first. On the day his father came back, it was as if the entire Gu family had been coated with a layer of golden light. Every family member who came back was more powerful than imagined. His father looked very powerful and difficult to approach, but in fact he was Under the guidance of the little uncle, Zhitong also saw the softness of his father. His father missed their mother and son in his heart, so he would talk to his mother after he pretended to fall asleep, saying that there was a very beautiful hairpin, which was a gift from him to his mother. .

A perfect father, if only he was always perfect and never got hurt.

Before talking with Liu Gongqian, the rent-out father, what Zhitong had always thought was that if his father was healthy, he would be willing to trade his own health.

But after the corn banquet, his mother and he rented out the imperial city, and what the grandfather said in the carriage made him feel uncomfortable. They said: I am afraid that the lord has made up his mind to let the seventh son inherit the throne.

He also said: Ruqin, as the eldest daughter-in-law, you absolutely cannot agree to this matter. If this matter succeeds, how will you and Zhitong get along with each other in the future?The old man is an old man, half of his body has already been buried in the loess, he doesn't care about these things at all, the only ones he cares about are you and Zhitong.

Grandfather said: Your husband is a first-class hero in the world. Even if he is useless, as long as he can speak and think, he should be the heir apparent!To be the position below one person and above ten thousand people!

The mother burst into tears and promised again and again. After sending off the grandfather, the mother kept telling him that the grandfather must have changed his mind. Knowing how important their mother and child are, she must take care of the grandfather more in the future, so as to be worthy of the grandfather. So thoughtful of them.

At that time, Zhitong didn't answer, but just looked at his mother coldly, and wanted to say something: Mom, did you forget that your grandfather still wanted you to help tell the story about what your aunt gave to your third uncle?

But Zhitong remembered what the result of his resistance would be, there would be no result, maybe he would be slapped, and that was no punishment for him, it was just a little pain.

When they returned to Huangji Palace, Zhitong went to study in the hut, but he listened to all directions, while doing the questions, he listened to his mother and father talking, and what he said was that his uncle was doing something wrong because he was favored by others, and he didn't do anything for the Liu family. face, and about to steal his position.

I thought that my father would sternly stop and be furious like when I was in Daoliang City, but my father didn't. The father who was lying on the sick bed comforted his mother and said: "It's all the blood of the Gu family, the same. Come on, my father said, wait." I'm fine, the ministers outside have nothing to say, so Xiaoqi will return it to me, everyone is a brother.

Hearing this, the Zhitong brush paused, dropping huge ink dots and ruining the entire rice paper.

From letting his mother act as a matchmaker in the Liu family to now letting his mother encourage his father to fight for the position of heir, there is a hand trying to control the whole situation in this case. He is not stupid. He used to read dead books and hoped to please his mother. , hoping to make his father proud of him.

But now it seems that the mother is not always right, because her thoughts are not hers, and the father is not wise and decisive, he can't control his women, he is a coward.

Zhi Tong is a dead book, but he is not a fool. In the past few months, it is enough for him to understand one thing, a game that everyone understands and can see clearly, it is a game of power!

If the father wants to get that position, it is really very simple, all he needs is to destroy the Liu family by himself, but the father doesn't understand, but he just doesn't want to, he seems to love his mother very much, so he gave up some things, which made the mother think He has no blood.

They wantonly treated his best uncle as a dispensable prop, every mouthful of a treacherous villain, every mouthful of a little brother, all of them are extremely hypocritical!

When I went to see my uncle today, on the millet porridge that my uncle served him, there was a smiley face made of corn. My uncle is so good, so good, there will not be a second uncle in this world who will be happy for him cry.

Would my uncle be willing to be your tool, to be the crown prince on the tip of the knife? !

He is as old as himself, even if he always pretends to be an elder to talk to him occasionally, he is just a child as old as him. He doesn't understand anything, not even as clear as he is, only a little smarter, but still naive Uncle.

Uncle said that he would secretly protect him.

The uncle said that Sun Wukong has 72 transformations because he has no one to protect, only people to protect, so he makes himself so powerful.

Uncle is so kind, he voluntarily went to jail, what should he do if no one protects him?

He wants to be the Monkey King of his uncle, and he can do things that his father can't do. Doesn't my mother want that position?That must pay a price, and I am willing.

After all, no one can bully little uncle, no one!

Zhitong sat by the window, watching the night and the stars gradually replaced by light, he called the maid, after washing, put on a new robe, and went to pay his respects to his father.

The door of my father's room is always closed, perhaps because he thinks his image is bad, so most of the time he refuses everyone to visit.

When he entered, his father was taking medicine under the service of Aunt Huang Hua. When Aunt Huang Hua saw him, she smiled slightly and said, "Is Zhi Chuan here? Then I'll go down first, and I'll do acupuncture for the young master later."

Zhitong nodded and said politely, "Thank you, aunt." The younger uncle called sister, and he called aunt.

When Aunt Huang Hua closed the door, Zhi Tong stood beside his father's couch and said, "My son didn't sleep well last night, and he was always thinking about my uncle and the others being able to go up the mountain and leave the palace together to study together. My son knows that Mr. Liu Wuchen teaches better. Okay, but I want to be able to go to school with my uncles, my son dare not say it to my mother, I hope my father will agree, and then I can persuade my mother."

Gu Shanqiu is naturally happy. He has long felt that his child is too old-fashioned and honest, and he seems not too close to his brother. Of course it is good to have such an idea. Coupled with recent events, Gu Shanqiu knows that For the time being, I may not be able to help Zhitong have a good position in front of outsiders, there are always snobbish people who don't have eyes, but if Xiaoqi and the others take care of him, Zhitong can also feel better.

Gu Shanqiu smiled and said: "I agree, you go to school today, just say I said it, as for Ruqin, I also have an opinion, don't worry."

"Thank you, Father, Zhitong."

Zhitong bowed deeply, his eyes were full of determination that no one could know, when he left, Gu Shanqiu looked at his son's small figure, and felt that his son, who used to be a little shy, straightened his back today, and pushed him away. When the door went out, the sun fell on the son's body, and a blurred shadow slanted down. The shadow was stretched out of shape, and it seemed to grow a little with every step, which made people feel strangely strange.

This kind of strangeness is called growing up overnight.