The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Ganfu thought the emperor would go to see the prince, but the Emperor just sat for a while, then lay back and looked like he was going to sleep.

Gan Fu couldn't touch the emperor's mind. He didn't dare to ask more. He came forward to blow out the candles and crept out.

So quiet for an hour.

The emperor called Ganfu in again and asked about the prince.

Gan Fu answered truthfully, "the prince is still kneeling in the side hall and hasn't moved."

At this time, the anger in the emperor's heart had subsided.

He sat on the bed with no expression on his face.

Wan Jieyu was awakened. She could not see the emperor's happiness and anger. She hesitated for a moment and advised carefully.

"If your majesty doesn't let someone persuade the prince?"

The emperor looked at her: "how to persuade?"

Wan Jieyu said softly, "naturally, I want to persuade him to be more considerate of you. There is no overnight feud between father and son. Even if there is a little conflict between you and the crown prince, it will dissipate later. Anyway, you always love the crown prince. What you do is for his good."

The emperor looked at her young and beautiful face and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he asked if the cow's head was not right for the horse's mouth.

"Do you think I'm old?"

Wan Jieyu said angrily, "why does your majesty think so? Your majesty is at the peak of spring and autumn. He is strong and his subjects all over the world are under your majesty. If you are old, won't half of the ministers in the court be buried?"

The emperor smiled: "you dare to tease the ministers in the court. You have a lot of courage."

Wan Jieyu twisted her body, knelt on the bed and saluted. She said softly, "my body is quick for a moment. Please forgive me."

The emperor will not be more true about private rooms between beds.

He pinched Wan Jieyu's face and felt better.

Recently, he often turned over Wan Jieyu's brand, not only because Wan Jieyu was young and beautiful, but also because Wan Jieyu was smart, very good at observing words and colors, and was a rare flower for explaining words.

The emperor got up and got out of bed.

Wan Jieyu hurried out of bed and waited on him to dress.

Gan Fu personally held the lamp and followed the emperor out of the bedroom.

The emperor walked slowly to the door of the side hall.

In the open and silent side hall, the prince was kneeling on the ground, straight and motionless, no change from the way the emperor had left before.

The emperor looked at the prince's back and his mood was very complicated.

In fact, the Emperor didn't really want to set up the crown prince. He felt that he was young and there was no need to set up the crown prince early. But the Qin family was forced too hard, and the princes were getting older. In order to stabilize people's hearts, he could only make Luo QingHan crown prince.

The emperor had planned that if the prince had been involved with the Qin family, he would find an opportunity to replace the prince in the future.

To his surprise, the prince not only personally cut off the contact with the Qin family, but even killed the Qin family in turn.

The prince's scheming and means far exceeded the emperor's prediction.

The emperor had to admit that it was he who looked away.

He thought the prince was a dog domesticated by the queen of Qin, but he found that it was a wolf.

Since it is a wolf, it is impossible to be content with the status quo.

The emperor stepped into the side hall.

Ganfu didn't follow in and stopped outside the door.

The emperor went to the prince.

He looked at the prince condescending. This high suppression did not make him feel comfortable, but had a sense of crisis that would be surpassed at any time.

He has passed his 40th year, but the crown prince is not weak yet.

He is gradually declining, and the prince is in his youth.

His ambition has been exhausted, while the crown prince is ambitious and ambitious.

The emperor suddenly understood why the first emperor would suddenly insist on seeking immortality after half a hundred years, because the first emperor couldn't stand his aging day by day. He wanted to live forever.

Luo QingHan called in a hoarse voice, "father."

Even though he didn't want to admit it, the emperor also knew that people can't live forever. Even if he is a 95 year old, he will return to the West sooner or later.

He can't be an emperor all his life.

This country, this country, will one day be handed over to others.

The emperor was irresistibly jealous and unwilling.

He said in a complicated tone.

"I'm not afraid of the aristocratic family. I don't want to see another war in the world."

Luo QingHan: "my son understands my father's scruples and my father's difficulties. My father is the Lord of the world and thinks much more than my son. Some things are inconvenient for my father and my son is willing to do for me. Even if I will provoke public anger in the future, it's also my son's fault. I will never involve my father."

He bent over and looked down. Every word showed a stubborn spirit of never retreating.

"Ask your father for perfection!"

The emperor looked at him for a long time.

"You've really grown up. Whatever you want to do, do it. I'm old. It's time to make way for you young people."

Luo QingHan knocked his head heavily, then straightened up, his eyes were slightly red, sincere and sincere.

"My son was raised and raised by my father. Everything about my son is given by my father. My father will never be old in my heart!"

The emperor personally helped him up and said happily, "I have many sons. You are the best one. I am very optimistic about you. I hope you won't disappoint me in the future."

"My son must do his best to repay my father for his upbringing!"

……

The father and son talked again for a while.

After everything was agreed, the emperor left the side hall.

Luo QingHan stepped out of the side hall, his knees were aching, and his legs were sore.

But he didn't show a penny on his face, and every step under his feet was very smooth.

After leaving Weiyang palace, there was no more temperature in his eyes, and the whole person was calm and frightening.

Father Chang wanted to help him sit on the chariot, but he waved him back.

He endured the tingling pain in his knee and sat in the chariot without expression.

"Return to Linde hall."

At this time, it was midnight, everyone slept, and the palace was quiet.

The prince's car drove through the darkness and finally stopped in front of the Linde hall.

Lanterns are hung at the door of Linde hall.

Under the dim yellow light, a small figure was squatting on the stone steps.

When Luo QingHan saw the man, his original indifference changed immediately.

Duke Chang just wanted to remind, but Luo QingHan stopped him.

Xiao Xixi sat on the stone steps in front of the door, holding a pottery pot in his arms and leaning his head against the wall.

She was dozing off, her eyelashes drooped, a small silhouette fell, her lips opened slightly, and occasionally hit it twice, like dreaming of something delicious.

Luo QingHan walked up the steps and finally stood in front of her.

The slender figure enveloped her.

He looked down at the woman who was still sleeping in front of him. He was silent for a long time before he made a sound.

"Xi Xi."