Brother Donggong

Cui Bicheng is always like this, a cunning rabbit with three holes, thousands of hands and eyes.Usually, there is no serious sentence, but when he comes out suddenly, there is a sword piercing ruthlessness. This is the real one.

But... It's not that he doesn't understand.

His Royal Highness Yu Lan is not the master of Ming Dynasty.

In fact, the hero who governs the world does not necessarily have to be like the emperor and the prince, who act arbitrarily and only respect themselves, playing with all the ministers in the palm of his hand, and those who obey will prosper and those who oppose will die; Instant choice.

But Yu Lan is not such a person.

He only learned the surface of gentleness, but not the essence.This man has great ambition and talent, and he can't control anyone. If he ascends the throne, the ancestor's foundation may fall apart within one generation.

We left the copper pipe and went back to the original room. The food on the table was cold.

The wine was also cold.

"Old Cui, I will accept the gift, but I can't do anything. Yu Lan doesn't have the air of a monarch."

"Yes." Cui Bicheng rubbed his chin, "I know. But even if he doesn't have the temperament of a monarch, he was still a prince after all, which is enough for the prince to have a headache for a while. If he and the prince have a big fight , In the end, both sides will suffer, wouldn't it be a great joy?"

"He, and the prince?" I hummed helplessly, "It's like an egg hitting a stone. Besides, Yongjing City is a den of right and wrong. The wall is down and everyone pushes it. Who will buy it?"

Cui Bicheng shook his head, "No, someone will buy it. Even if he is removed from the title, as long as he is not exiled and is still in Yongjing City, it means that there is a possibility that he will be granted back to the title, and someone will buy it. Well, such an embroidered pillow, just because it was reborn in Concubine Du Gui's belly, can enjoy the beauty of half a lifetime."

I scratched my hair and looked at him surrounded by clouds and mist, I didn't know what to say.

Cui Bicheng chuckled, "Let him fight the prince, and it would be best if he can pull the prince down from the position of crown prince. Even if he can't, he can be disturbed at three o'clock and five o'clock. In this way, he won't be interested in meddling with your business." .”

"If Wen Zhan doesn't become the prince, who will succeed the emperor after a hundred years? You won't still count on me, will you?"

"There is another person who is suitable, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

"Him? He's only six years old this year, a child."

"With the help of a good minister in the court, it is a good story to ascend the throne at a young age."

I was speechless.

"Bicheng, my situation is not as bad as you think. In Yongjing, whether the emperor is in power or the prince is in power, I can live well. Really, don't worry. You have thought about it and planned this for me. For a long time, why don't you think about yourself?"

"If it weren't for me, you'd be living a much more carefree life now. I'm just a bastard, and I'm a good person, and no one has a comfortable life, so don't embarrass yourself. Think more about yourself, don't let I'm sad, don't let my mother, and your mother who is thousands of miles away, worry about it, how good it is!"

His fingers suddenly picked up the wine glass, his fingertips trembled slightly, touching the mouth of the glass.

She lowered her head slightly, with the hair hanging down between her forehead, slightly stroking her pale cheeks, making her eyebrows even more picturesque.

He just asked me lightly, "What did you call me just now?"

I shuddered when I heard it, "Cui Bicheng."

"Oh."

After listening quietly, he drank the water in his glass.