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"I want to be the emperor"——An Mingxi repeated these words in his heart. After repeating them over and over again, not only did he feel familiar with the words, but even the scene when he said these words appeared in his mind, but the scene was more abrupt. After listening to An Qingxuan's words, he forcefully stuffed them into his mind, pretending to be the memories that happened before...

"What, you gave up?"

An Mingxi shook his hand and raised his head: "Emperor Daning was elected as a virtuous person, why did he let a hypocritical and despicable person like An Mingjing be the heir apparent? In this battle of real dragons, why should I, who is also a son of a dragon, be sidelined?" Don't you have the qualifications to wait and see?"

"It seems you haven't forgotten."

An Mingxi once said similar words in front of An Qingxuan, but in the past he only thought it was a dream.

"But there is one thing," An Qingxuan put together the memorial, walked out from behind the desk, and walked down the steps, "Your brother An Mingjing is neither hypocritical nor despicable, he may be a bit rebellious, but at present he is indeed the best candidate for the emperor. "

An Mingxi was dissatisfied, but did not refute, and listened silently to An Qingxuan's continued words: "However, the elder brother of the Empress is Hua Jueming, and the scene where the Empress Dowager's mother's family power is overwhelming and causing chaos, I don't want to watch it a second time.

"Yang'er admired the majesty of the former emperor, so he devoted himself to war. I appreciate Yang'er, but I have to say that he is not a good candidate for emperor; Xin'er only knows how to play, and I don't know where he learned the habit of being a dandy. I only hope for him. I have changed my stubborn temper, and I have nothing else to look forward to; your two imperial brothers are still young and cannot be seen, if I sit on this dragon chair for a long time, they may also become your opponents."

"If you really value me, why have you been ignoring me for so many years?"

An Qingxuan stood opposite An Mingxi: "You have lost your mother and concubine—even if Ling'er is alive, your mother's family has no power at all. The imperial city is too deep, how can I protect you from growing up?"

"Abandoning me is to protect me?" After speaking, An Mingxi slowly shook his head, apparently only thinking that what An Qingxuan said was false.

"Too dazzling light will sting the eyes of many people, and your mother and concubine are like this."

Talking about the death of his mother and concubine, the hatred that had been suppressed in An Mingxi's heart for a long time suddenly broke out. He said in a deep voice, "You are the emperor, even if it's too late to save her, why don't you punish the person who caused her to die unjustly?"

In the past, he often said to himself that his father loved them, and there must be reasons for doing things, but the darkness hidden in his heart retorted: "He is the emperor, there is nothing he can't do." With hope, he could always bury the darkness again, but the various experiences he experienced during this period changed his state of mind, and also eroded his trust in An Qingxuan.

An Qingxuan lowered his head: "You misunderstood the queen."

An Mingxi kept his voice steady so that he would not yell at the current emperor: "Misunderstanding? What is the truth? Tell me, what is the truth... Do you want to say that the concubine mother is real...how can you... ..." His voice trembled.

An Qingxuan put his hands on his shoulders, and his palms sank, as if trying to suppress An Mingxi's fluttering heart: "I have always believed in her, you should also believe in my father!"

An Mingxi, whose eyes were red with anger, took a deep breath, suppressed his breath, and said, "If you don't want to say it, I will find the answer sooner or later."

An Qingxuan sighed, lowered his hands, and continued the previous words: "Although the queen's background affects my decision on the candidate for the crown prince, it will not affect the Hua family's succession as prime minister. Bloodline is indeed a rare talent. The first emperor asked me to marry Ya'er because of this bloodline. Jing'er lived up to everyone's expectations... Although intelligence is important, it is not the only standard for an emperor. It is the ability that those who rule the world should have the most."

"Father, does the emperor mean that the son's intelligence is not as good as the crown prince's?"

"I know that you are smart, sensitive and eager to learn since you were young, otherwise you would not have allowed you to develop over the years, and you would not have said these words to you today."

During this conversation, An Mingxi, who lost his vigilance and gradually relaxed, slowly straightened his spine, looked up at An Qingxuan, who was more than half a head taller than him, and said, "Father originally wanted to continue to exile me for five years." Isn’t it the year? Or does the emperor think that the sons and ministers who have experienced the various situations of the people will be more familiar with the way of governance than the crown prince who participates in the government and masters the king’s way in Beijing?"

"The people are water, and the king is a boat. Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it. The king builds a long-term stability and grows his career to benefit the people under the sky. Those who occupy high positions do not go among the people and see their suffering. Just ask meat, how can you say that you are a virtuous king? Besides, it is not a child's play to rule China. If you only want to compete with the mirror, five years can calm you down. The government is beneficial to you; if you really want to become a real dragon, you will not stand still. The experience of these five years will only make you grow continuously, and the political achievements you have made in the past five years are enough to make you confidently stand shoulder to shoulder with the prince. The time has passed and you are in your crown year, and what you say must be more convincing... Most importantly, I hope Hua Qianyu can become your person."

"He's not my man. Father should know that people who work in the same league don't necessarily have to be in the same way. Getting along for five years doesn't necessarily make people close, and it's possible to look at each other and hate each other."

An Qingxuan recalled the atmosphere between An Mingxi and Hua Qianyu he felt, and chuckled: "Oh, but you have become friends, haven't you?"

An Mingxi said, "Maybe it's the enemy."

"Enemy? Do you think he will stand by the mirror?"

An Mingxi thought to himself: He is.

Thinking about it still made him angry, the two most important to him value An Mingjing so much... What good is a villain who only wants to benefit from being friends with others, and only hides behind others and directs?

Seeing that he didn't answer, An Qingxuan took it as his acquiescence: "If I and Jueming hadn't misunderstood, the children taught by Jueming should be like Jueming, like the old prime minister, loyal to the emperor-the one who wants what I want is the emperor. " But people's hearts are changeable, and he is also worried that Mrs. Hua will be blinded by power, so he has scruples about An Mingjing's succession.

"Although Daning's selection of talents is not as important as the previous dynasty's distinction between concubine and concubine, this distinction still exists in the hearts of the subjects. Moreover, since the selection of talents cannot be based on the words of my family, without the approval of the ministers, it will be hindered to some extent after ascension to the throne. There is a possibility of being subverted overnight. Hua Xiang has both life and status in the court. Even if you can't change Hua's position, there is nothing wrong with being friendly with Hua. Hua Qianyu, the boy of the Hua family, I think he is talented It is even worse than that of Hua Juming back then, and his demeanor is more exquisite, I think Hua Xiang will let him take the place."

After finishing speaking, An Qingxuan sighed, and said again: "Jing'er has demanded himself from the emperor since he was a child, and he only denies it based on his mother's family background. Son succeeds."

Too far apart?

An Mingxi frowned, resolutely: "I will prove that I am more suitable than him."

"Okay," An Qingxuan patted An Mingxi's shoulder, "Father, look at it."

An Mingxi looked straight into his eyes, and after a while, he said, "Wang Meng is dead."

An Qingxuan put down his hands: "I received the news, did you find out anything?"

"There are still doubts-has the father investigated Wang Meng long ago?"

"Yes, including Wei Shangshu and other ministers who have close contacts with Wang Meng, but it took a month to find out anything unusual."

An Qingxuan didn't say anything before, just waiting for An Mingxi and Hua Qianyu to ask.

"For Wang Meng's party, does the emperor have doubts about the candidates?"

"I don't know, but I have asked Yushitai and Dali Temple to cooperate in the investigation of Wei Shangshu Wang Meng's case." An Qingxuan walked to the book case, picked up a letter on the table, and handed it to An Mingxi. "Wei Shangshu's statement has been recorded here, and the authenticity of the content is being verified." It is a pity that Wang Meng did not have time to write a copy.

An Mingxi took out the letter paper, looked at it roughly, and said, "Can I let my son take it away?"

"It's just a copy, take it."

"Yes," An Mingxi folded the letter, retracted the envelope, and bowed, "I will take my leave."

"Go--when you have time, let's talk face-to-face with your third brother!"

An Mingxi bowed again, but did not respond, then turned around and strode away.

Looking at his figure that was drifting away, An Qingxuan seemed to see Xiao An Mingxi who had been wounded and left lonely many years ago in a trance. He couldn't help sighing, and said to himself: "It's the father who is sorry for you."

He once wanted An Mingxi to be forgotten by everyone in the corner, so he was stingy with giving even the slightest care, and An Mingxi who locked himself in the Chonghua Palace was originally what he wanted to see... In order to prevent An Mingxi from going there Walking out of the forgotten place, he didn't even say congratulations on the day An Mingxi tied his hair, but waited a month later to make up a reason to summon——

"What do you want?" An Qingxuan asked.

He thought, he should make up the congratulations.

"I think... I can't get what I want." So drunk, a blush hangs on the bridge of An Mingxi's nose, and the light red drifts down the sides of the bridge of the nose towards the eyes, which also makes An Mingxi red eyes.

"Tell me!"

Even though An Mingxi was already drunk at this time, An Qingxuan still kept a cold face and put on a detached look.

"I want concubine mother...I want, I want...I want to be you." An Mingxi originally wanted to say that he wanted his father, but even if he was drunk, looking at An Qingxuan now, he couldn't say it.After a while, An Mingxi thought of something again, so he shook his head: "You can't even protect your mother and concubine, and it's no good to be you...it's nothing good...I'll just be the emperor, a better emperor than you .”

Linger...

An Qingxuan squeezed the wine glass tightly, almost crushing the thin glass, he said: "You can't."

Hearing this, An Mingxi grabbed the jug, threw it on the ground fiercely, and stood up abruptly: "Why can't I!" After shouting, he lowered his head, turned around and walked out of the seat, squatted down, and went to clean up the broken pieces on the ground. No matter how much An Qingxuan persuaded him not to take care of the jade flagon, he still squatted on the ground and wrestled with the scum.

An Qingxuan had no choice but to walk towards An Mingxi.He just bent down and tried to pull An Mingxi up, when An Mingxi stopped his hand, put the large piece of broken jade that was used to hold the small pieces on the ground, facing the shapeless jug Said: "Why can't I... Why can Brother Sanhuang... Obviously he is the child of the father... Why can't I do anything... Didn't the father say... Didn't he say that Xi'er is very smart? I clearly... Obviously..." As he spoke, he slowly lay down on the ground, curled up in a ball with his arms as a pillow, and fell asleep, and soon his voice fell silent.

Seeing An Mingxi like this, An Qingxuan, who was still soft-hearted, finally knelt down, wiped the tears off An Mingxi's face with his hand, and said softly: "Xi'er is very smart, it's my father's fault... auspicious birthday, congratulations, father Deliver it later."

...Yes, living leisurely is a blessing, but he was not willing to be ordinary back then, what right does he have to force the current An Mingxi to enjoy this blessing?