fake prince

Chapter 1311

"I am indeed old!"

The emperor looked at the bright colors outside through the window. Indeed, after he got old, his control over the court, his son, and the entire country had indeed declined.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, people's hearts fluctuate, no wonder!"

No matter how loyal a person is, for himself, for his descendants, and for his family, he will naturally turn to the new king.

But no matter how much he understood, the emperor still felt that a fire was burning in his chest, and his internal organs were burned. He wanted to yell, but his reason told him that he must not do this, so the emperor suppressed the fire and tried his best to make his body The mind works.

and many more!

Suddenly, the emperor thought of the people who had left the capital again, and his heart trembled suddenly.

"Why are these things so coincidental?"

How could the informant of the Imperial City Division just discover the matter of Prince Qi's mansion, and how could they just hear the name Huo Lianqi?

And how did they find Huo Lianqi's file?

Are these a bit of a coincidence?

Are these coincidences really a warning from the heavens, rather than man-made?

For a moment, the emperor couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Your Majesty, why don't you wake up early and have some breakfast!" Zhao Bingzhong reminded him with a bow.

"Well, let's make it lighter!" The emperor was awakened by this sentence, and his head, which was already hot, seemed to cool down, and he became more awake.

Taisun has left Beijing.

Moreover, the grandson is still under supervision, so he is about to fall into a trap, and he can't protect himself, so how could he frame King Qi at such a time?
Not to mention whether he could have the spare power to frame King Qi, even if he really had the spare power, Taisun would not be able to successfully frame the king.

After all, private storage of armored soldiers is not something that can be decided with a slap on the head. This must be a major event that his son has planned for a while, and he has done it together with his confidantes.

No one can force the King of Qi to privately raise armored soldiers, especially the Shence Army. Can this be successfully planned by Taisun?
Impossible, before today, he didn't know that there were still remnants of the Shence Army, how did the grandson know?
Even if Taisun knew, it would be impossible to force King Qi, who didn't want to do this, to collude with the Shence Army.

Since King Qi colluded with the Shence Army, it can only mean that King Qi himself wanted to do this.

What is the origin of the Shence Army? Since the records are blocked, outsiders don't know, but the clan, especially the prince, still knows a little bit. Does that evil son really not know what the consequences of rebuilding the Shence Army will be?

No, King Qi knew the origin of the Shence Army, and King Qi also knew the consequences of colluding with the Shence Army to rebuild.

But this bastard still did it!

Thinking of this, the emperor felt disheartened for a while, and couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that even though I am the son of heaven, God has never treated me favorably! I am as wise as Taizu, and I am not bad. How did I give birth to such a wicked son? I only care about the immediate interests!"

"If you really use the courage and ability to eliminate it, but you can't do it, then you are stupid, so stupid!"

"Such a stupid person is actually my son!"

"Taizu and I have paid so much, in the end, may we still have to watch the Shence Army come back from the ashes?"

"Then what's the point of us paying so much?"

For a while, it seemed that even life had no meaning.

Wouldn't it be frustrating to pay so much before, and just a stupid son can make the effort go to waste?

"Forget it, you can't expect others!"

The emperor is the emperor after all, but he was depressed for a while, but still controlled his emotions.

"If it doesn't work, then it won't work! As long as I have another 30 years, no, 20 years, I can always regenerate and train again! Even if all my sons are abolished, it's nothing!"

Thinking of this, he looked at Hu Huai'an who was standing a little further away, and asked in a deep voice, "How is the grandson?"

"Your Majesty, Secretary of the Imperial City, all the records of the gate guard are here!" Hu Huai'an quickly took out a roll of paper from his sleeve pocket, stepped forward, and handed it over with both hands.

He handed it over without Zhao Bingzhong handing it over.

Zhao Bingzhong didn't move, instead he took two steps back, standing with his hands down, waiting for the emperor's order.

The emperor took it, pulled himself together, read the content carefully, was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't believe it, and read it again.

For a moment, the bedroom fell into silence, and after a long time, I heard the emperor sigh: "Good grandson!"

This praise made Hu Huai'an, who was closest at the moment, subconsciously shudder.

What was hidden in the praise made his forehead sweat a little.

The emperor didn't raise his head, and he didn't care whether his true attitude was seen by the servants in the bedroom.

They were all his servants who could be killed at will. Unlike the ministers, the emperor naturally didn't care.

"This emperor's grandson is really outstanding!"

"Taizu once said that originally there was little hope, so many heirs are useless, at most they are just princes, even if it is Zhen, it is just a transition, only the third generation can be considered a true heavenly family."

"Could it be that Fu'er is really the man of destiny?"

"Even this grandson is extraordinary?"

As an emperor, he understands very well that controlling and running the yamen is the king's first priority.

Being able to do this, with such ability, no matter what happens, it will be difficult for things to get worse.

With such ability, as long as one has it, one can already be an emperor.

And the level of ability determines how much the emperor can do.

If he was just an ordinary emperor, at this age, he would be gratified to have such an outstanding grandson.

"Unfortunately, I can still live for 30 years, or even 300 years!" Thinking of this, the smile on the emperor's face suddenly disappeared.

Whether it's destiny or man's plan, if something like King Qi happens, it means that the general situation has changed.

Not to mention, how can the emperor not feel what the King of Shu and King Qi can feel?
With the emperor's heart, this grandson, even if he comes back, will only be a marquis, and if he can go to the Duke, it is because he is happy in everything.

Even if he wants to follow the dragon, but all the way to Yinghou, Ying Guogong, Yingwang, and Taisun, everything goes smoothly, and there are frequent coincidences, even himself is dazzled.

"It's so terrifying, how can I tolerate it?"

"I am the Son of Heaven!"

Only idiots add oil and vinegar, and the true qualities of a hero are beaten to death with a single stick.

The emperor straightened up suddenly, and ordered coldly: "There is no need to test, just follow plan C."

Naturally, Zhao Bingzhong was not in charge of this Plan C, but Hu Huaian was in charge.

When Hu Huai'an heard this, he was surprised at first, and then delighted.

Naturally, the surprise is that the emperor is still so ruthless even to the grandson, but the joy is that his contribution will be greater and his status will be more stable if he can preside over this plan!
Naturally wish for it!

"Yes! This servant will do it now!" Hu Huai'an responded and was about to back down.

Before stepping back, the emperor was sitting there, and suddenly hesitated again.

For some reason, the emperor felt a little uneasy when he saw that Hu Huai'an was about to withdraw to carry out the plan.

But this trace of hesitation, only for a moment, was suppressed by him.

The emperor still didn't change his mind, and continued to say: "This matter is very important, you rush to preside over it yourself!"

This is not just to direct behind the scenes, but to give full power to Hu Huai'an, and let Hu Huai'an handle the matter himself.

"Yes!" Hu Huai'an responded.

"Idiot!" Zhao Bingzhong lowered his head even more. After Hu Huai'an withdrew, the emperor looked at Zhao Bingzhong who was standing on the side again.

Seeing Zhao Bingzhong standing there with his hands down, still motionless.

The emperor was quite satisfied with his gesture, and said, "Zhao Bingzhong."

"The servant is here."

"You work hard around me."

"This is... the duty of a servant girl." Zhao Bingzhong's eyes were reddened, tears dripping down his face, he fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your majesty... How dare you be a servant... Thank you... Your majesty, thank you for your kindness!"

Zhao Bingzhong burst into tears, fell to the ground limply from crying, choked up and couldn't speak well. This seemed a bit out of control in front of the emperor, but the emperor was more satisfied, and he showed a smile. Under the candlelight, he looked a bit ghostly.

He said in a gentle tone: "You are my old slave, I don't believe you, who do you trust? Get up."

The trace of uneasiness that had arisen in my heart seemed to have subsided.

Zhao Bingzhong didn't get up immediately, but knocked hard three times before getting up.

"Let me rest in peace again!" After the emperor ordered these things, exhaustion hit him again, and this time, he soon fell asleep again.

Only then did Zhao Bingzhong raise his head, with a dazed expression, he glanced around, and suddenly, great awe rose in his heart, and he sighed secretly: "Is it God's will?"

(End of this chapter)