Jinwuzang charming boy

In early spring, the weather gradually warmed up, but Emperor Jing's illness in Weiyang Palace got worse day by day.

Emperor Jing hadn't been to the court for several times, and the court meeting of this day had passed, and Emperor Jing had never appeared; there were more and more whispers in the court, and many ministers talked with each other while looking around from the corner of their eyes. His Royal Highness the Prince with a calm face.

Liu Che's heart is far from being as calm as it appears on the surface. In fact, his mood has been in a state of continuous decline recently, and has reached the lowest point until today.

There is no other reason—Emperor Jing is seriously ill, and he is increasingly ignoring the affairs of the court. The burden of state affairs now falls almost entirely on his shoulders; but his elder brother has returned home to prepare for the ceremony of worshiping his ancestors because his birthday is approaching.

According to the letter sent by the guard, the auspicious day determined by the Chen family is today, but he was unable to leave because of the delay of today's court meeting.

The father is seriously ill, and as the crown prince, he is duty-bound; if he doesn't show up at this time, it will be unreasonable.

But instead of facing the hypocrisy of these old ministers' schemes, what he thinks more is that he shouldn't and can't miss the coronation ceremony of his brother-how can his existence be missing when his brother becomes an adult?

Just when the restlessness in his heart could hardly be suppressed, the messenger from the previous few court meetings appeared again, and it was nothing more than the same set of rhetoric before. After speaking, everyone saluted and said something wrong. After the emperor Changle Weiyang", it is time to disperse.

It's just a little different today, the messenger ignored everyone, but was the first to walk in front of Liu Che solemnly: "His Royal Highness, the Emperor invites you to the inner palace."

The tip of Liu Che's eyebrows twitched slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything, and walked towards the inner palace with the servants on the side.

As soon as he entered Emperor Jing's bedroom, he was greeted by a bitter and strong smell of medicine. This disgusting familiarity reminded Liu Che of something, and his brows furrowed deeply.

As the servant walked to Diaolong's couch, Liu Che bent his knees and sat on the soft cattail that had been prepared early in the morning, and said in a low voice, "...Father."

Emperor Jing, who had lost his shape after seeing him for more than ten days, slowly opened his eyes, coughed twice as soon as he opened his mouth, and calmed down for a while before slowly saying: "Is Cheer coming..."

"...Yes, Royal Father."

"You all retreat..." Emperor Jing weakly raised his hand and waved it.

The servants in the palace saluted one by one and walked out until the last person left the palace. Only the old man's breath was left between Emperor Jing and Liu Che.

"...Che'er, back then...the royal father let you stay here...you were bullied in that cold palace, and you were left to fend for yourself...You hate the royal father...?"

Liu Che didn't make a sound.

... He is a lonely ghost who is used to life and death, and has no feeling for the first things in this life; it's just that the original owner of this body, who is two or three years old, still doesn't understand these ways of the world, so he has to endure those things. A child who is suffering in pain will still blame the person who brought him into this world but ignored him in his ignorance.

"...Royal Father knows that you blame Royal Father,...you have been smart and sensible since you were a child...know what you do and know what to do...Royal Father has never seen you make any mistakes, but Royal Father knows...knows that you and Royal Father are not close... ..."

Halfway through the conversation, Emperor Jing couldn't help coughing again, and it took a long time for him to subside.

Liu Che still listened silently.

After coughing, Emperor Jing's voice became weaker and weaker, as if the wind would blow away, "...Che'er, Father had a dream last night... dreamed that when you were two or three years old... then Xiaoyituan... just lying on Father's lap... Father Father asked you... Father Father asked you if you would like to be the future emperor... Under the world... all—cough cough...all good things... ...It's all Che'er's... As a result, Che'er said to his father...'Youtian...can't help...I hope that I live in the palace every day...in, cough cough--teasing in front of...your majesty'..."

Liu Che's figure suddenly trembled, and for the first time in this life, his eyes were filled with bewilderment, but it disappeared without a trace after just a moment.

Emperor Jing, who was seriously ill, didn't realize it at all, and just coughed and continued: "...after waking up...the father felt...so good...it's a pity that it was just a dream...it's a pity that the father doesn't have that fate... ... On that day, Royal Father, you shouldn't have said that about A-Jiao... Royal Father should reward him... Without him... Royal Father will only owe you more..."

Liu Che was stunned: "...the kindness of my father's teaching is greater than the sky."

Emperor Jing waved his hand with difficulty: "...today... is his coronation day, right?"

"……Yes."

"...A few days ago, my father... asked someone to do a fortune-telling... Tomorrow...tomorrow will be an auspicious day......My father can do it for you...a coronation ceremony...!"

Liu Che lowered his eyes: "Father, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this, my son is not yet sixteen this year—"

"...There is nothing wrong...the imperial decree has been issued now...you go to the Chen Family Ancestral Temple today...to bring him back...tomorrow...I will give you a crown...a gift... !"

Liu Che was stunned.

At the same time, Chen Jiazu Temple.

Chen Xiaojiao followed Chen Wu, who was walking in the front, into the Chen Family's Ancestral Temple with a blank face. Following the steps told by the ceremony officer yesterday, she followed the relatives of the Chen family whose names he could not name to pray to heaven and earth, Worshiping ancestors, performing complicated etiquette and customs.

After offering sacrifices to the ancestors, a well-dressed old man walked up from among the guests, and came to Chen Xiaojiao with a solemn face.

Chen Xiaojiao looked back blankly.

...According to yesterday's ceremony officer, the respectable man standing in front of him should be the one chosen by heaven for him... Well, it is the guest who will be crowned him through the divination of "Guan Bin"... …

Chen Xiaojiao looked at the wrinkles on the uncle's face that could kill a group of mosquitoes, and silently lowered her eyes to the pattern of the other's clothing... They are all dizzying effects, so he should choose a beautiful point of view...

Then he heard the so-called "appreciator" who came out next to him open his throat——

"On the auspicious day of Lingyue, start to add yuan clothes, abandon Er's young characters, follow Er Chengde. Shoukao Weiqi, Jieer Jingfu—"

Then the uncle with a pleated face brought a black cloth crown made of black linen to Chen Xiaojiao's head.

But the old man's eyes are not very good, the first time he took it crookedly, he looked at it and then raised his hand to come straight.

Chen Xiaojiao's face was paralyzed: ...you ruined labor and management's hairstyle after being tidied up all night...

Chen Xiaojiao almost laughed when she saw a kid among the guests below, Chen Xiaojiao glanced over coldly, and the kid fell silent.

Chen Xiaojiao silently gave herself a thumbs up.

…Wearing this hat, labor and management are qualified to participate in politics. How could it be possible that even a child can’t be solved (=￣w￣=)

Then the praiser on the side roared again——

"The auspicious moon is Lingchen, it is Shen Erfu, respecting Er Weiyi, Shu Shende. My sister will live forever, and I will always be blessed by Hu Fu—"

So this time the hat in the uncle's hand was replaced by a leather hat made of white buckskin.

...Although he didn't understand what the guy was talking about, it didn't stop Young Master Chen from looking at the military cap and thinking of the entrustment of the ceremony officer—this meant that he was included in the scope of military service from now on and was ready to go there anytime, anywhere Defending the homeland and defending the country on the frontier, expelling the Tartars and returning to our army—well, it’s far away.

But after thinking about my slender physique, I probably can only be a virtuous soldier in the cooking class.

Soon his thoughts were brought back to God by the cock-duck voice of the praiser——

"Using the righteousness of the year, the order of the month. Serve in Xianjiaer. Brothers are here, with the virtue of success, Huang Lao has no bounds, and the celebration of heaven—"

The hat in Uncle Baozi's hand was replaced by a plain red crown with black and white... This Chen Xiaojiao looked very familiar to her. It was the same one that those unknown relatives wore when they worshiped their ancestors just now.

...Fortunately, the last hat was still within his aesthetic range, otherwise he would endure the pain of getting his scalp almost wiped off by the dazzled uncle, and wear another hat that looks like a toilet...

Thinking about Chen Xiaojiao, she felt that the picture was too beautiful to bear to look at.

After the three coronation ceremonies were finally completed, Chen Xiaojiao walked towards the inner room with an expressionless face - the concierge and the like were not his business, and he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the sight of Mr. Baozi Folder now. He stretched out his hand and smoothed out the creases on his face with the strength that the uncle crowned him just now...

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaojiao entered the inner room, and when she looked up, it was his cheap mother.

Chen Xiaojiao knelt down consciously——

"Meet Mom—"

Princess Guantao was even more expressionless than her youngest son: "Emperor Jing is seriously ill, and all state affairs rest on his shoulders. He can't come. Are you sad?"

Chen Xiaojiao: "...(-д-)?"

The turning point came so suddenly, Chen Xiaojiao couldn't control her facial paralysis for a while.

Then it was true that the sense of loss that I had been trying my best to ignore all along surfaced.

"If you are with him, you can only swallow this kind of dumb suffering, and you have to swallow the great grievances; if you are seriously ill and he is busy with state affairs, you still have to cry and swallow... You tell mother, Are you sad?"

Chen Xiaojiao: "..." It's a pity that his family's cheap mother didn't brainwash her mind with this heart attack...

Chen Xiaojiao just opened her mouth to say something, but her cheap mother sighed herself: "Forget it... If he can really do what he said, it's nothing if you suffer dumb for him... Mother's little Gillian has grown up and ran out of Mother's arms... Mother can't stop you anymore."

Sighing this breath, the dignified Han eldest princess seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, leaving only countless vicissitudes lingering in those pupils.

Chen Xiaojiao inexplicably soured her nose, bent over and kowtowed: "—A Jiao is not filial——"

Princess Guantao reached out and patted her son's shoulder: "...you are filial piety if you live well....get up, don't let outsiders laugh at you."

…………

After a busy day, Chen Xiaojiao stood at the door of the Chen Mansion with downcast eyes. She was wearing a black top hat and dress, obviously she hadn't changed after visiting the guests.

"Young Lord, it's getting late, you should go back to your house to rest."

The little boy in the house wrinkled his face and whispered behind him.

Chen Xiaojiao shook her head, feeling drowsy, "...I'm a little drunk, sober up."

"Little Lord, don't you replace wine with tea all day, how can you get drunk?"

Chen Xiaojiao frowned, and said in a daze: "...I don't know who is so careless who took the wrong cup and poured me a cup of tea from the poured cup..."

"I think it's because you refused so hard today, and someone deliberately punished you. It doesn't matter if you have a few glasses of wine today. Why do you carry it on?"

"...No... I always hurt someone after drinking..." Chen Xiaojiao rubbed her eyes, then looked out of the mansion in a daze, "After that time...I swear to myself that I will never touch alcohol again in my life... It's..."

"You accidentally touched it a little today, it's nothing to worry about, just go back and rest, sleep and get up tomorrow and you'll be fine—"

"No...I promised him...I will give myself to him tonight..."

The little boy in the Chen Mansion was dumbfounded: "What?!"