After I died, the sickly prince turned black

For the convenience of the Twelve Supervisors, Zhao Zhen named him King Yin.

If it weren't for the relationship between brothers, the prince would not be suitable, Zhao Zhen would have put the prince on his head long ago.

Although there is no name of the prince, the assistant team around him is arranged according to the rules of the prince.

It is almost an indisputable fact that the Twelfth Council will be the heir to the throne in the future. Everyone knows it well, and naturally no one argues about it.

Apart from being honest by Zhao Zhen and You Ziqing these years, the main reason is that the little guy's excellence is obvious to all.

On the day of leaving, Twelve led all the officials to watch eagerly. Under the calm appearance, they were full of uneasiness.

Zhao Zhen was already preparing to get into the carriage, but after thinking about it, he turned back.But it was the first time that he didn't touch the little guy's head, but patted his shoulder.

"Brother Huang is here." Zhao Zhen said: "If there is something unresolved, I will send it to Brother Huang."

"Your brother has written it down." After a pause, Twelve's eyes were red and said: "My brother is not afraid, but reluctant. Brother Huang, you are going with Brother Qing, when will you come back?"

"It will take two months to go to Shuojiang from the capital. If it is soon, I will be back in half a year." Zhao Zhen looked at the little guy at this time, feeling sore and a little bit reluctant, and couldn't help but bent down and hugged him: " If you encounter difficulties, you can find the Grand Scholar, Taifu Meng, General Meng and Marquis Zhongyi, don’t take it by yourself, brother knows you can do it.”

"Yeah!" Twelve pursed his lips and held back his tears: "Don't worry, brother, I can do it well."

Zhao Zhen patted Twelve on the back, and then let him go and straightened up.

You Ziqing also went over to hug the little guy, stuffed him with a pair of wood carvings, patted his shoulder, turned around and got into the carriage with Zhao Zhen.

Don't look at the two people walking away happily, in fact, they kept raising the curtain to look in the direction of Twelve until they couldn't see the palace gate, then put it down.

"Is it really okay to let Twelve alone?" You Ziqing twitched at the thought of the little guy's red eyes holding back tears just now.

"I also started to get in touch with government affairs at his age." What Zhao Zhen said was before he was deposed as a prince when he was young.

"Can you be the same?" You Ziqing glanced at him: "You were taught by the late emperor, and you are not a prisoner."

"You must always be better than blue." Zhao Zhen was obviously worried, but he insisted on being stubborn.

You Ziqing shook her head speechlessly, and didn't continue to entangle with him about this. After all, it was all out, and there was no need to entangle.

But it’s okay to worry too much, after all, everything that should be arranged is properly arranged, and the main thing is to feel sorry for the children.

"Okay." Zhao Zhen pulled You Ziqing over: "Twelve was taught by the two of us. You should believe that he has this ability. He is more suitable for that position than you and me."

You Ziqing nodded: "Twelve talents are intelligent, they are indeed born emperors."

Zhao Zhen said: "Let's not talk about him anymore. You worked hard for most of the night yesterday, but your body can still bear it. If you are tired, just lie down and sleep for a while."

Because it was a long-distance journey, a soft couch was specially placed in the carriage for the convenience of resting along the way. Although it was not as spacious as the dragon bed, it was better than just sitting.

You Ziqing really had a sore back and a sore back, so she simply lay down when she heard the words: "Knowing that you have to travel, yet you are so unrestrained."

"It's my fault." Zhao Zhen worked hard to give You Ziqing a massage: "It's just that you know about this kind of thing. It's hard to turn back when you start a bow. I have no choice but to feel myself."

"Heh!" You Ziqing rolled his eyes and pointed at his lower back: "Press here more."

……

During the two-month journey, You Ziqing originally thought that he could occasionally ride a horse to see the scenery along the way, but after thinking about it, he was blessed by Zhao Zhen for this journey, not to mention riding a horse, he just lay down all the way!

Seeing the boundary of Shuojiang, You Ziqing walked out of the carriage with his waist supported, feeling the long-lost sunshine, almost tears filled his eyes with emotion.

"The front is Guxun City. After Guxuncheng is Shuojiang, you should be able to arrive tomorrow afternoon."

Zhao Zhen came out after him, seeing him standing with his waist supported and his legs trembling, he quickly reached out to embrace him in his arms: "Get into the carriage and lie down for a while."

You Ziqing didn't insist on it. After breathing for a while, Zhao Zhen took him back to the carriage, and when he lay down, he sighed a long time: "I didn't starve you so much before, why did you go all the way like the 800-year-old monk?" Is it vulgar?"

Zhao Zhen laughed out loud.

"Are you still laughing?" You Ziqing made a sharp glance, and was kissed by Zhao Zhen. He was so startled that he struggled to the death, and finally he was unable to give up.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhen was pretty good at it, so he didn't continue to drag him into the fight for [-] rounds, otherwise he might really die in this carriage, which would be too shameful.

In the afternoon of the next day, a group of people arrived in Shuojiang, and Zhao Yan and the two who got the news had already waited at the gate of the city with local officials.

"Your servants welcome the emperor, the emperor!"

When the two came out of the carriage, what they saw at a glance was that Zhao Yan was much darker, showing a bright smile with big white teeth, and they both twitched the corners of their mouths.

"Pingshen." Zhao Zhen waited for everyone to get up, and then waved to Zhao Yan: "Come here, third brother, we brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, come on the carriage and catch up on the old days."

Zhao Yan didn't really think about it, but could he refuse?

It must not be possible!

So he had to drag Zhao Yu into Zhao Zhen's carriage.

"The weather here is not very good, why is it so dark?"

Zhao Zhen looked at Zhao Yan's black skin very curiously, and then looked at Zhao Yu, it was white and tender.

"Cough!" Zhao Yan glanced at Zhao Zhen a little vainly: "I often go out to hunt, so I got it in the sun."

"Okay." Zhao Zhen couldn't see his fake cowardice: "I've been hiding for so many years, can I beat you again?"

"Big brother is wise!" As soon as he heard that he would not be slapped, Zhao Yan immediately climbed up the pole.

Zhao Zhen shook his head, too lazy to argue with him: "Except for the guards and accompanying palace servants, we didn't bring any officials with us, so..."

Knowing what Zhao Zhen meant, Zhao Yan hurriedly said: "Understood, understood, today is just a formality, don't worry, the younger brother has already explained, and I won't let them disturb you and Brother Qing!"

Zhao Yan did what he said, and went to the city to escort them to the palace, and those officials left voluntarily.

For a whole month, except for the necessary travel arrangements, Zhao Yan would bring officials to come, and most of the time, Zhao Zhen was alone.

Poor You Ziqing had an old waist, so she didn't feel very comfortable, so she took Zhao Yu and slipped out while Zhao Yan was coming, planning to take a good look around Shuojiang City.

Just in time for the annual Flower Festival, I was going to have a look, but just as I got out of the carriage, I was hit by a beggar and took a step back.

Seeing this, the guards were about to take down the beggar who offended You Ziqing, but You Ziqing raised his hand to stop him.

The beggar was trembling in fright when he saw that he had bumped into the nobleman, but when he saw that You Ziqing didn't blame him, his eyes lit up and he boldly knelt down in front of him.

"Grandpa, please do me a favor, please give me a few coppers. My mother is sick, and she hasn't eaten a bite for two days. Please, please, sir!"

You Ziqing looked down, beggar was about ten years old, he was skinny, his clothes were short and ragged, his face was dark and dirty, but his big eyes were particularly clear and penetrating.

You Ziqing sighed, pulled the child up, and casually threw a piece of silver to him: "Take it to buy medicine for your mother."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Beggar took the money and then knelt down again, kowtowing three times before getting up and running away.

Originally, it was just a meeting, but when I didn't want to go back, I found that the beggar was blocked by a group of beggars at the corner of the street.Such a thin and small person, even if his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he would not let go.

Just as You Ziqing was about to let someone go to rescue him, he saw a thin and disheveled woman stumbled out from the alley, and bumped into the beggar just in time.

The moment you saw her daughter's face, You Ziqing's pupils shrank.

Song Yuner!

People who thought they had died long ago or were betrayed, but they didn't expect to meet them here.

that beggar...

Is it her child?

Did Zhao Ji not kill the child?

However, whether this child was the one at the beginning, or whether Song Yuner was born with someone else later, it has nothing to do with him.

Karma, whatever.

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