Brother Donggong

I am the Prince of the Eastern Palace... the eldest brother.

Authentic royal blood, as if fake.

According to normal thinking, I am the eldest son of the emperor, so naturally I should be the prince, but the person who said this must have never seen the world. Eating white flour steamed buns, the toilets are all made of gold, at least their family has no money to marry three wives and four concubines, and give birth to seventeen or eight children to fight together in the nest.

In fact, my younger brother is the prince and I am not. The reason is very simple.

His mother is a queen, and my mother is a court lady.

His mother is the younger sister of the prime minister of the previous dynasty. First, she was a matchmaker made by the queen mother. She was given as a dowry gift by a guard of honor that blocked the entire Zhuque Street. Then she was loaded into a luxurious palace sedan chair carried by 16 people. From the Meridian Gate, Zhengyang The main gate, Li main gate, and then all the way to the main gate.

My mother was bought by Huangmen from my grandfather who sold pork with a five-foot red-headed rope.

Can you see the difference?

My father slept with his mother once, and the room was full of people around, some were holding deer blood, some were holding an hourglass to time the time, and some were holding a pen and paper to record the details of 'Lotus after the rain Chengenlu', and I Dad slept with my mother, but I was so drunk that day, I grabbed one from my side at random, and turned it upside down.

When the prince was born, there was a whole room full of people, all with wide eyes, witnessing the imperial doctor Wen Po pulled the prince out of his mother's belly. When I was born, I crawled out of my mother's womb by mistake At that time, my mother and I were almost wrapped up in the mat and thrown to the Jinshui River outside the cold palace and then on the graveyard behind the wilderness outside.

I am the eldest son of the emperor.

Not a prince.

The prince is the true prince.

If it is fake, it will not be replaced.

If it is fake, strangle it to death and reincarnate.

I look up at the starry sky, and I often have some thoughts. I think that the crown prince is the most dangerous profession in this world, and it is simply a lot of sadness.

When I was in the mother's womb, I was guarding against being dropped by the safflower musk, in the East Palace, I was guarding against being strangled and poisoned to death, and when I was studying in the Yuzheng Palace, I was guarding against being taught badly, and also guarding against being killed by others. If the teaching is too good, if the teaching is bad, my father will abolish it. If the teaching is too good, my father will be abolished directly.

It’s hard to get through until my father is about to die, and I have to prevent my father from being confused. In case, on a whim, an imperial decree comes at the end of the day, abolishing the prince and making my other younger brothers ascend the throne, he will cry without tears.

Why doesn't my father make me his heir?

why?

Haha!

My dad was afraid to see me.

Every time he sees me, he probably can think of the stupid things he did back then.

At that time, he was so drunk that he actually pulled an ugly slave girl from the laundry room to bed. The next day, when the sun rose, he was so scared by my mother's face that he fell down under the dragon bed.

He is the Son of Heaven, so naturally he won't find fault with himself, and directly blames this fault on my head.It's as if I'm just a bad account, specifically recording the dross and absurd things he did. When he saw me, he never seemed to be able to forget that he had slept with my ugly mother.

If it wasn't for his bloodline being too strong, too upright, and his handsome appearance, it would have diluted my mother's bloodline, otherwise, I probably wouldn't be able to see my face.

In fact, even so, I am also the most unattractive one among my father's many sons and daughters.

Fortunately, I don't have the fiery red birthmark on my mother's face that dominates half of the face. I just have a cinnabar mole under the corner of my left eye. Folks call this mole a tear, and it is said that I will shed a lot of tears in my life.

I believe--

That's bullshit!

There are many sad princes in the world, but my brother Wen Zhan is not included.

What he, the prince, has done is simply flourishing, everyone loves it, and flowers bloom when they see flowers.

My father practiced alchemy in closed-door training in the Jade Emperor Hall on the left side of the harem, and he really fell into a coma. The crown prince Wen Zhan supervised the country, holding the jade seal of the Chuan Kingdom in one hand, and the tiger charm in the other, and reorganized the entire community. On his father's fortieth birthday, a poor civil servant gave him an iron bucket, like five catties of ginger——Iron bucket Jiangshan~~~~~~~~~~~

and I?

As the current prince, the only one who has been crowned a prince is naturally a man who is not lazy and becomes a king in vain!

When I got up in the morning, I was holding a birdcage in the back garden of the palace. At this moment, a shrill cry came through the air——

"My lord! — my lord! — something is wrong!!—"

My majestic chief executive of the Palace of Praying for the King—the eunuch Xiao Cucumber, clutching his stomach, hopped in through the Chuhua Gate.

My whole body trembled, my hands trembled, and the birdcage almost fell apart.

But still bad.

My bird is an expensive thing. It is delicate and fleshy, has a bad temper, and is difficult to take care of, at least more difficult to take care of than my father.

Most of the times when my dad lost his temper with me was when I asked him for money.

He would usually pour the lukewarm tea on my feet, wet the edge of my shoes, then point at me with one hand, and beat the desk with the other hand, shouting, "Nie Zhan! Nie Zhan! How could I have you as a son? ?

Don't study, don't make progress, and master the things of the rogues in the market. Tell me about you, besides not shopping in brothels and not gambling, is there anything else you haven't learned?

That much salary a year is not enough for you to waste!

Spend money to support actors, and if you have no money, go to the treasury to borrow!This time, the Minister of the Household Department, who was investigating the national treasury, stopped me in Suzaku Street to ask for accounts, so you ran to the harem to find me and cry for poverty!How did I have a son like you? "

My father was so confused that he didn't mention the honorific 'zhen' which symbolizes his ninth-five-year honor, and just said 'I, I'.

I smiled and said, "That's not because you drank too much back then, so you just dumped my mother..."

"Shut up! You bastard!!"

My father blushed in embarrassment, and wanted to raise his hand to slap me, but he couldn't reach me, so he had no choice but to give up, and said angrily, "I must have owed you a lot in my previous life, and you have come to me to collect debts in this life." Get out! I don’t want to see you again today!”

So he threw the banknote on me, and it fell on the ground again. The little eunuch Lu, who was on duty as the Inspector of Rituals, hurriedly picked up the banknote for me, and dragged me out.

When the door of the palace is closed, I can usually still hear my father roaring inside. Li Fang, the chief eunuch of Bingbi, who is in front of him, has been persuading him, "Your Majesty, calm down, calm down. Your Highness is just slack."

"What's so young? When I was his age..."

I answered from outside, "He is already the father of that wicked son..."

boom! ——

The palace door in front of me trembled three times when it was smashed by something inside.I touched my nose, and was pulled away by Lu Zhi, who had already frightened into a green face.

Things like this have always happened in the past.

Although I was always scolded, I was always able to lend money.

My father asked me when I would pay him back the money, and I was stunned, "Father, I am your own son! Eat yours, drink yours, use yours, spend yours, take yours, that's not a matter of course! Pay off the bill?"

So my father was so angry that he was about to carry it on his back.

Apart from scolding me, slapping me, and throwing cold tea at my feet, he didn't seem to have done anything that hurt me too much.On the contrary, I not only always tickled the root of his angry teeth, but also took out a lot of banknotes from his palm. Speaking of which, he is not so difficult to serve, is he?