King's Solo

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The singing and dancing officials seemed to be fading away, and Shizi could only hear his own strong heartbeat, one after another.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

From now on, the son will supervise the country and learn how to deal with political affairs. This is the king's announcement.

The result of this symbolic transfer of power did not arouse the slightest fluctuation in Shizi's mind.

Sitting at the bottom, he watched Park Seung-ji pour wine for Wang, prepare vegetables for Wang, wipe the corners of his lips carefully for Wang, and got Wang's occasional casual reply and silent gaze.

Shizi pursed his lips and drank from the wine glass to hide the dark mist in his eyes.

"Father, have you ever seen me in your eyes..."

Standing straight outside the stand, Hong Lin, who was guarding the people in the arena, stared at the high platform with a correct gaze, not letting go of Shizi's abnormal expression, and frowning.

"My lord, don't do anything wrong..."

"Cough cough cough..."

For Wang's early departure, all the officials are not surprised. Wang's physical condition is obvious to all. After all, today's protagonist is the prince.

In the past, when the banquet was in high spirits, Wang would play a song himself to add to the fun, and the demeanor of "The Fisherman's Song" is still unforgettable.

However, after the turmoil ten years ago, there were very few Wang Neng who persisted until the end of the banquet, let alone playing a xuanqin.

Wang's exit is understandable, but it doesn't make sense for Shizi to leave early. Shizi never tires of these things in the past.

In a corner that no one noticed, the old imperial doctor had a panoramic view of all this, with restrained excitement floating in his eyes.

'Wait a minute, it's almost over...'

In Wang's bedroom, Park Seung-ki helped Wang Gang to sit on the bed.

An urgent notification came from outside the door, "Captain, there was a sudden attack outside the gate of the West Palace. There were rebels trying to confuse the entrance. We found out that they are about to attack."

Wang looked at Park Seung-ki, who was hesitant, and patted the hand still on his arm, "Go."

Park Shengji intuitively felt that something was wrong with this matter, nodded, and walked hastily, before going out, said worriedly, "I'm going to call Doctor Li here."

Wang closed his eyes and nodded.

There was a knock on the door, bang bang bang!

Three very rhythmic beeps, but obviously not the way Li Taiyi asked for an interview.

Wang opened his eyes, thinking of Park Seung-ki who was sent away by Ximen, he understood something, staring at the door with narrow and sharp eyes.

"Father, my son has come in."

Looking at the upright and bright prince, the king's eyes seemed to be covered with ice, "You have just been canonized, and you are ordered to supervise the country, so you can't wait to start?"

Ignoring Wang Neng's frostbitten gaze, Shi Zi approached the person sitting next to the throne step by step. Without Jian Longwei and Park Seung Ki, the king was like a lamb being sent to his desk.

Kneeling next to the king, the son never left the king's eyes since he entered the door, "I don't understand what the father is talking about."

"Because there was an emergency at Li Taiyi's family, my son thought that he had served his father diligently for so many years, so he sent him out of the palace."

Seeing that the king was indifferent, the son decided the punishment for himself without changing his face, "Father won't blame the son for meddling in his own business, um... Captain Park is not here, if not, how about punishing the son to take care of the father?"

Outrageous!

The ten-year-old eldest son seems to have inherited all the excellent genes of the queen's royal bloodline, and his immature appearance is very delicate and pleasant.

Especially the eyes, very similar to Hong Lin, with the same fickle Danfeng eyes.

Wang resisted disgust and looked away, not looking at the prince's eyes that seemed to swallow him up, "No need, it's late at night, I'm tired, sir, come back."

Faced with such rejection again, the son insisted on looking at the king with tears of indignation in his eyes, "My son, Cheng Huan, has been at the knees of his father for ten years, but he has never had the opportunity to show his filial piety. You know, my father, how much my son misses you!" Are you close to your father?"

The king was unmoved, "Have you forgotten what I taught you so quickly? As a king, how can you be emotional."

Turning back to look at Shizi with disappointment in his eyes, "Can such a cowardly son really take over this country!"

"Father..." But what he wanted was never this country.

The prince avoided Wang Wuyan's questioning, and tried to hold Wang's palm, but was avoided. Wang's accumulated deterrence prevented him from acting rashly.

Looking at Wang Qingjun's side face, his fair face was yellowed by the candlelight, the prince lowered his head heavily, his eyes covered under the fine hair on his forehead, "The king is also a human being, as long as he is a human being, he cannot avoid being emotional. Has it never happened?"

Receiving Wang Lingli's gaze, the prince was completely fearless, and his clear voice was deep and erratic, "Ten years ago, he could love a lowly guard, and ten years later, he could hate his sons all the time. This is the king's will." Can't you be emotional?"

The majesty was provoked by an existence that he used as a tool, Wang's eyes were dyed with flames, "Whoever gave you the courage to question me, get out!"

He ignored it, and the son remained motionless.

Wang was furious and laughed back. For the first time, he felt that this child had really grown up, but he became more and more disgusting, "Come on!"

However, there was no movement outside the door.

Wang restrained his expression, and re-examined the child in front of him. He raised the child himself, "What did you do?"

Shizi finally raised his head, revealing a pair of shining eyes, which were as hungry as wolves.

His eyes scanned Wang's face, but he deliberately avoided Wang's deep eyes, and sighed, "My father..."

The table was overturned, lying in two halves on the ground in desolation, exquisite pastries were scattered all over the floor, the throne was overthrown, and the fine bright yellow silk was scratched to reveal the guts.

Wang slashed his sword obliquely, dodging Shizi's pounce in embarrassment, his limbs became sore and limp, and he did not show his feet.

The prince paced around the king in a leisurely manner, no matter how hard the king tried to cover up, how could he hide it from him who was confident in his chest?

The light of joy in his eyes was about to overflow, but he still held back, "Father's illness is indeed fake, and I can feel relieved to be able to live like this."

The ominous premonition was getting stronger and stronger, Shi Zi didn't dare to look directly at him at first.

I thought it was the other party's guilty conscience, but now it seems that the other party is deliberately not looking at him.

If the eyes don't meet, how can he use his soul-hunting technique?

Without saying a word, the king tightened his soft fingers holding the sword, raised the sword and stabbed.

The prince dodged easily, restrained his excitement, and quietly approached the king who was exhausted after the blow and was leaning against the door wall, "Why should the father struggle so stubbornly? For this day, I have a long-term plan, and all factors have been eliminated. Taking this son into consideration, no one will disturb us tonight..."