Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

The guard told the little emperor what he had seen and heard.

After the guard finished speaking, Zhao Yuan didn't move for a long time. He sat in front of the huge desk, as if he was still sitting in the royal study, holding a pen in his hand, the ink was condensed on the tip of the pen, and it was about to fall.

"Tell me, that boy...is he really similar to me?" Zhao Yuan asked with a calm expression.

The guard hurriedly knelt on the ground and said in a breath: "That's true. The young man is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his appearance... is naturally not as handsome as His Majesty's, only a little bit similar."

The drop of ink finally fell down the tip of the pen, polluting an ugly ink mark on the Buddhist scriptures that Zhao Yuan copied.

Taking advantage of the situation, he put the pen back on the brush washer, and Zhao Yuan looked down at the kneeling guard: "The regent behaves intimately with him?"

The guard wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, and said two words dryly: "Yes."

In the past, the guard also thought that the little emperor and the regent were at odds, so logically he should scold the regent for being shameless, and actually took a young man who was somewhat similar to the emperor into his room, but he carefully took a peek at the little emperor's face. His facial expression was such that he didn't dare to say a superfluous word.

Zhao Yuan held up the Buddhist scriptures he had written in his hands: "It's a pity that such a perfect Buddhist scriptures have been stained."

The guard was another shocker.

The thick Buddhist scriptures were randomly thrown on the ground, Zhao Yuan stepped on the Buddhist scriptures and said, "Go down."

The guard left in a hurry, Zhao Yuan sat back on the desk again, dipped the nib of the pen in the ink again, and began to transcribe the Buddhist scriptures word by word. Press the Langhao pen on the table.

"Why are you angry with these dead things?" The person who came in from outside the hall saw the little emperor's movements and asked.

Zhao Yuan was taken aback, and told the other party the truth. After speaking, the little emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the messy Buddhist scriptures: "Grandpa, what should we do now."

"This time, it was because we were not prepared enough that he had an opportunity." Grandpa said slowly, "We should hide our strength and bide our time and wait for the opportunity."

"Last time, I waited for five years, this time, how long will I have to wait." Zhao Yuan dropped the pen in his hand, took a deep breath, his eyes were cloudy, "He was to me five years ago...now he has another Others will not allow us to make so many small moves."

"No." Grandpa said categorically, "The regent values ​​love and righteousness. He can't let go of the late emperor. If he could die to protect Dasuihe Mountain because of a word from the late emperor, he will not let go so easily if he has feelings for you."

Zhao Yuan didn't speak.

The Qi Changfeng he remembered was also a very emotional person, but after the last peace talks, he was also a little uncertain.

"You said how similar is that boy to you?" Grandpa asked again.

The little emperor nodded, with a sullen expression on his face: "Not bad."

"This means that he can't let you go." Grandpa's eyes flashed brightly, and he said fiercely, "You are the Ninth Five-Year Lord and the child of his savior. He has feelings for you, but he can't get it, so he raised another A young man with a similar appearance... When you first came to the throne, you were fifteen or sixteen years old."

And that boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Zhao Yuan's eyes moved slightly, he used to hate Qi Changfeng's feelings for him the most, but now he misses it the most.

After the regent really became a powerful minister, the little emperor realized how good he had been to him. He took the memorial to analyze the situation in detail, taught him how to deal with the government affairs, and established his majesty in front of the courtiers for him...

Now the little emperor seems to be the same as before, but he is trapped in the palace, he doesn't have to deal with the memorial, and he knows nothing about the affairs of the government. Those ministers go directly to the regent if they have any questions, as if they have forgotten that there is such a thing. The existence of an emperor.

Zhao Yuan has always been proud and arrogant, calling himself the Ninth Five-Year King, but now he knows that the Ninth Five-Year King without his courtiers is more ridiculous than the beggar emperor played by children playing.

"That young man is probably not a child of a serious family. It should be a gadget. When you are not around, he uses it to comfort loneliness." As the grandfather spoke, his tone became firmer. You, as long as you are willing to soften your posture a little bit, what kind of regent king is just easy to catch."

Zhao Yuan's eyes flickered for a moment, and his heart moved.

If they can restore their previous relationship with the regent, one of them will be the emperor and the other will be a general, and let the regent guard the border for him...

"I've thought of a way for you." Grandpa said suddenly, "The reason why the regent took action against those low-level men is because he couldn't get you. If you are willing to bow down..."

"Impossible!" Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yuan had already understood what he meant, and flatly refused, "I am the Ninth Five-Year King, the true dragon emperor, how can I submit to others!"

The grandfather said earnestly: "Yuan'er, he holds a heavy army in his hands, and there is no opponent in the whole country. If he is really an enemy of you, you may not be able to sit firmly on the throne."

Looking at the silent Zhao Yuan, the grandfather nodded in satisfaction. He knew that his grandson was always smart and ruthless, and knew what he wanted, and this time would be no exception.

Lin Hanchuan sneezed a little, he didn't feel anything, but Gu Shi was afraid that he would get sick, so he lifted everything back in his hands, and kept trying to touch his forehead.

Looking at the young man who kept on tiptoeing, Lin Hanchuan had no choice but to squat down slightly so that Gu Shi could reach his forehead.

"Not sick." Lin Hanchuan smiled, and took a lot of things from Gu Shi's hands into his hands, "I can play for a while."

Both of them were holding things in their hands. Gu Shi was holding all kinds of snacks in his hands, such as candied haws, candied dried fruits, candies and pastries... Even if there was only one portion of each, it was still full of his hands.

But what Lin Hanchuan held in his hands were all kinds of small toys, small windmills, small crickets, nine chains, little tigers... various kinds, all kinds of novelties, and even a foreigner's mudra.

Gu Shi played so much that he couldn't think of Sichuan, and he didn't want to go back when it was time for dinner at night. He wished he could visit the whole capital at once, and Lin Hanchuan let him.

"It's so late, do you have to go to court tomorrow?" Gu Shi realized that the sky was completely dark, and many small vendors on the street had disappeared, and the surrounding area was still lively, but it was still worse than during the day. a little.

"It's only now that I realize I'm sorry?" Lin Hanchuan said amusedly, saw the small shop in front of him, and said to Gu Shi, "Do you want to eat tofu nao?"

Gu Shi originally thought that he was a little too self-willed and would disturb Lin Hanchuan's official duties. Seeing that Lin Hanchuan himself didn't care, he smiled and said crisply, "Yes!"

The two sat on the table of the tofu nao stall, finally put down everything and freed their hands, both of them let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at each other's posture, the two looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"This is my first time shopping." Gu Shi rested his chin on his left hand, played with the small windmill in his right hand, puffed up his cheeks from time to time, and let the small windmill whirl around.

A hint of distress flashed in Lin Hanchuan's eyes, and he asked softly, "How did you live before?"

In the past, Lin Hanchuan was busy fighting back to the capital, and after he returned to the city, he was busy with court affairs again. He didn't ask Gu Shi about these things; his men had already investigated, but Lin Hanchuan didn't look at it. Know everything about him personally.

"No money, very poor." Gu Shi's voice was low, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, "My mother..."

After saying two words, Gu Shi hurriedly looked at Lin Hanchuan, and seeing that he had no abnormal expression, he continued: "You know, my mother is from a brothel, after giving birth to me, In order to take care of me, she worked harder to receive customers, but her health broke down, and she went there a few years ago, but at that time she left me a sum of private money so that I could redeem myself."

"After leaving the brothel, I have no money, so I can only go to the ruined temple outside the city to stay."

Gu Shi has no relatives, family members, or relatives and friends. He is just a child in his early ten years old. I went to the mountains and ran all over the mountains, climbing trees, digging out bird eggs, and fishing in the water... When I was the best, I once caught two rabbits!"

After so long, he still looks proud when talking about it.

Lin Hanchuan listened, feeling pain in his heart.

The children of a good family went to the mountains to play, but Gu Shi went to the mountains, how could it be for fun, he just had no food, so he could only go to the mountains to find some edible food to satisfy his hunger.

"I've thought about who my real father would be before." Gu Shi didn't dare to look at Lin Hanchuan any more. He lowered his head, stirring his tofu nao once in a while, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "He Like the father of the second dog next door, he may have a strong body, he can lift me up, he has a beard, and he can pierce my face with the beard to play."

"Ergou's father works at the pier. I think he is better than him. My father must be a policeman in the town..." As he spoke, Gu Shi laughed again, "I didn't expect, my dear Dad is a great hero, he is tall and strong, but he has no beard, but no one can beat him."

Hearing this, Lin Hanchuan frowned: "You know?"

Gu Shi hummed shyly, a little excited in his heart: "My father is much better than Ergou's father, I dare not even dream..."

Lin Hanchuan blamed Su Congyu a little in his heart. Only Su Congyu knew about Gu Shi's background. He didn't expect Su Congyu to be so unreliable, so he turned around and told Gu Shi the truth.

But seeing Gu Shi's appearance, he couldn't bear to pour cold water on him, so he said: "Your father hasn't looked for you all this time because he didn't know your existence. He fought everywhere for Sui country and for the world, and ignored family."

Gu Shi looked at Lin Hanchuan without blinking.

Lin Hanchuan paused, then continued: "Do you want to change your surname to Zhao?"

Lin Hanchuan made up his mind that Gu Shi had suffered so many grievances, no matter what he wanted, even the throne, he could get it for him.

Gu Shi was waiting for the part where he and his father would hug each other and cry, when he suddenly heard that his surname was changed to Zhao, he was at a loss and at a loss: "Why do I have to be named Zhao? Do you hate me? Let me find death?" Could it be that he Shouldn't the surname be Qi?

Zhao Shi Zhao Shi, isn't it just courting death.