I, the crown prince, resign [Transmigration Book]

When Li Jinghuan woke up, his mind was still a little dazed, and he didn't understand what happened.

He looked around, the air was filled with a touch of sandalwood fragrance, the hollow carved windows were scattered with speckled sunlight, the stove was emitting smoke, the incense table was carved with gold-lacquered wood carvings, and the room was decorated with exquisitely carved screens. , every place reveals retro luxury.

He looked down at himself again, he was wearing an apricot-yellow undershirt, on the couch was a quilt embroidered with lifelike four-clawed golden dragons, and in front of the bed was a pair of boots embroidered with gold silk.

Li Jinghuan sat up with his body propped up, and his black hair like a waterfall immediately scattered on his shoulders.

long hair?

Li Jinghuan's head was thinking quickly, did he... have time-traveled?

"Prince, you are finally awake." A young woman suddenly pushed the door open, interrupting his thinking.

The woman has a baby face and looks only twelve or thirteen years old. She is wearing a plain white embroidered brocade, her hair is tied up in a bun of flowers, and a simple step is inserted between her black hair. Her skin is as creamy as cream. Yanzi is pretty.

Prince?

Looking at the surrounding layout, it must not be in the Shang, Zhou and Han Dynasties. After that, only the heir to the throne can be called a prince.In other words, ruled out the possibility of being the heir of the princes and kings, it must be that the emperor's own son did not run away.

Li Jinghuan's mind quickly flashed countless images of all the princes with names and surnames in ancient times, so which prince did he transmigrate into?

Li Jiancheng?

Then he must be finished. Li Shimin, a fierce man called Tian Khan, is not something he can do.

Li Zhong?Li Hong?Li Xian?

That's even more terrifying. Under Wu Zetian's hands, he might not survive three days.

Except for the Tang Dynasty, if it was the Ming Dynasty...Zhu Biao?

This guy seems to have died at a young age!

Or...Zhu Youtang?

This child has never been cared by his father or mother since he was a child, so I'm afraid he won't be treated so well!

Not the Ming Dynasty, could it be... the Qing Dynasty?

There was only one prince in the Qing Dynasty, and that was Kangxi's second son Aixinjueluo Yinfeng. Could it be him?

But this one seems to have been banned before becoming emperor!

Thinking of this, Li Jinghuan hurriedly touched his forehead, and there was a piece of soft blue hair under his hand.

Huh, it's okay, it's not the hairstyle of the money rat tail, it's not the Qing Dynasty.

Seeing Li Jinghuan's series of weird reactions, the woman couldn't help but feel a little strange, "Prince, what's wrong with you? But what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Li Jinghuan waved his hands calmly, and then asked tentatively, "Are you..."

The woman was taken aback for a moment, then bowed and bowed respectfully, "Slave Fu Zhu, just entered the Prince's Mansion yesterday."

Runes?

This name sounds familiar, where did I hear it?

"Prince, why don't you drink a bowl of ginger soup to warm your body first." Fu Zhu observed the words secretly, and saw that the prince seemed to be thinking hard, so she reminded her.

After she said this, Li Jinghuan noticed that the other party was still holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup.While holding the bowl, he had to maintain a salute posture, and his cheeks were sweating.

"It's not urgent, you can get up first." Li Jinghuan said.

Fu Zhu got up slowly, then put the bowl in his hand on the table beside the bed, as if waiting for orders.

"Bring Gu a mirror."

Fu Zhu nodded slightly, then quickly brought a bronze mirror with her hands and feet, knelt down in front of the bed and handed it to Li Jinghuan.

Although the bronze mirror is not very clear, you can still vaguely recognize the face of the person in the mirror. Red lips, white teeth, picturesque eyebrows, jade-like crown, delicate and handsome, although he looks young, his eyes are shining with wisdom , at first glance, he is a young and promising prince.

However... the relationship between the prince and the emperor in history is often extremely complicated and contradictory.

On the one hand, the emperor needs an heir, but the existence of the heir will pose a certain threat to the imperial power, so the prince often conflicts with the emperor, resulting in being deposed or killed.On the other hand, because of coveting the crown prince's reserve, the emperor's sons would often fight each other, and even fight each other. If there is a little carelessness, the end of the abolition of the crown prince will not be very good.

Due to the above reasons, it is rare for the crown prince to successfully inherit the throne, so his future path must not be too easy.

But if you come, you will be safe. As a time traveler, as long as you are not Wang Mang who is so unlucky to meet the son of the plane, you should not be too bad luck!

Even if he really meets the Son of the Plane, after all Gandi is no match for Ouhuang, and he can admit defeat if he can't fight hard, there is no need to be tough.

Just as Li Jinghuan was thinking, a small eunuch's shrill voice suddenly came from outside the door, "The imperial concubine is here!"

Hearing the sound, the talisman on the side turned around and knelt down on the ground.

Before Li Jinghuan could react, a luxurious woman walked in. She was wearing a jade-colored brocade dress, with a wide skirt snaking behind her. A few red gold hairpins were randomly adorned in her hair, making her look more dignified.

"Is His Royal Highness feeling better?" The concubine sat on the side of the bed and asked gently.

Li Jinghuan thought for a while, and then replied politely: "It's all over."

Seeing that the first sentence of these one or two came in was concerned about their own health, presumably something happened to the prince before, either fell ill or fell into the water, in short, he is now resting in bed.

"That's good," the imperial concubine seemed relieved, "Yu'er still talks about his elder brother in the palace all day long, but I didn't dare to call him over because I was afraid of disturbing the rest of His Highness the crown prince."

"Yu'er?" Li Jinghuan frowned, thinking over and over in his mind, but he couldn't think of the name of any familiar historical figure. It might not be Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty!

"Yes, I know that you two brothers have always had a deep relationship. This time His Royal Highness fell into the water, Yu'er was worried. Fortunately, His Royal Highness has the blessing of the gods, so this time we can save ourselves from danger."

Just as she was talking, the noble concubine accidentally saw the ginger soup on the table, and she reached out to bring it over, as if she wanted to pass it to the prince, but she touched the somewhat cold wall of the bowl, and put the bowl back, and reprimanded sharply: "How do you slaves serve you? The ginger soup is only served after it has cooled down!"

Fu Zhu lay on the ground, her body immediately shook like a sieve, crying until pear blossoms rained down, begging for mercy again and again: "My lord, please forgive me, I know I was wrong!"

Seeing such a little girl whom I still feel sorry for being frightened like this, Li Jinghuan felt a little sorry, "Young concubine, forget it."

When the concubine heard him speak, she didn't want to say much, so she slowed down her voice, "You are also the person in front of His Highness the Crown Prince, since His Highness the Crown Prince has already interceded for you, you should get up first."

Fu Zhu got up quickly, and said respectfully: "Thank you, His Royal Highness, and thank you, Imperial Concubine."

"Okay, I came here this time to take a look at Your Highness's body for Yu'er, but it's better. Now that I have seen it, I should go back. Your Highness, take your leave." After the concubine said, she got up, saluted and left up.

"Young concubine, go slowly."

Li Jinghuan also let out a long sigh of relief after seeing off the imperial concubine.

It seems that his current situation is still not optimistic. This imperial concubine is obviously not his biological mother. She looks noble and has a son under her knees. The Yu'er she is talking about may be a strong contender for the throne in the future.

Moreover, I have been awake for so long, but only one noble concubine came to visit. I think that my biological mother may have passed away, and there is not even anyone who can whisper to his father...

and many more!

Fuzhu, Yu'er, Concubine...

Young prince?My aunt died early?

Li Jinghuan immediately grabbed Fuzhu's hand eagerly, and asked anxiously: "Do you know Gu's name?"

"Prince!" Fu Zhu immediately knelt on the ground in shock, lowered her head and said, "I dare not call the prince by his name directly."

"Gu ordered you to say it!" Li Jinghuan's voice was hurried, with a little hostility in his immaturity.

"The crown prince's name is, it's Li Jinghuan..." As soon as Fu Zhu finished speaking, he immediately began to knock his head, "The crown prince atones for his sins!"

Li Jinghuan, who was still smug just now, immediately lay back on the bed with a thud after hearing this, and began to hold his dead body helplessly.

"Prince! What's the matter with you? I'm going to teach the imperial physician!" Seeing this, Fu Zhu didn't bother to beg for mercy. She staggered a few steps in fright, and got up to call for someone.

"No need!" Li Jinghuan quickly stopped her, "I'm fine, I'm just escaping from reality."

Li Jinghuan has fully understood that he is not time travel at all.

He is wearing a book!

Transmigrated into the damn "Nine Dragons Seizing the Inheritance"!