High Ridge Flower Rescue Project

Xi Hua stood at the door, looking at Lin Fanqing's leaving back, feeling a little melancholy.

Zhao Shize appeared next to him at some point, and laughed, "Your Highness is reluctant?"

Xi Hua looked at him coldly, then glanced at the palace servants who hadn't had time to communicate, and said sarcastically, "King Jing'an is really good at going in and out of the palace like nothing."

Zhao Shize didn't care about this little verbal attack at all.

He has a tall stature, combined with the iron-blooded spirit of conquering the battlefield, which makes the whole person look extremely oppressive.

Xi Hua took two steps back with some discomfort.

Zhao Shize saw Xi Hua's small movements, the cold and hard face seemed to be covered with frost, but the corners of his mouth were raised,

"What is your Highness returning?"

Xi Hua's face darkened.

Zhao Shize looked at the little prince, raised his hand as if he wanted to do something, but stopped.

He half lamented: "I'm going back to the northern border soon, does your Highness have anything to say to me?"

Xi Hua's eyebrows were condensed, "King Jing'an should have gone back a long time ago, and he didn't leave for so long. I thought it was because King Jing'an was reluctant to part with the warm and fragrant nephrite in the capital."

Zhao Shize laughed shortly, "I'm a bit reluctant."

He gave Xi Hua a meaningful look, "However, I'm different from Mr. Lin. If I like something, I won't let it go easily."

When Xi Hua was stared at by Zhao Shize, he felt that the hairs all over his body were about to stand on end.

He looked back with a little vigilance, "What are King Jing'an and Gu talking about?"

Zhao Shize's eyes lingered on the little prince's fair neck and thin shoulders, his pupils were as deep as the darkest night in his childhood.

He thought to himself, such a slender and delicate body should be raised in a deep palace, provided with rich clothes and fine food, what is the prince of the Great Wei?

Xi Hua clenched his fists uneasily, this casual look at him like a cargo made him feel angry and ashamed.

"Do you think Gu really dare not do anything to you?!"

It's simply too arrogant!

Zhao Shize shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "What is your Highness talking about? I have worked so hard to guard the northern border for the Great Wei, so it's fine if Your Highness doesn't think of my merits. Why do you want to punish my crimes instead? "

Of course he has confidence.

The [-] army in northern Xinjiang is his confidence.

The frequent wars on the border need to be guarded by himself. This is his confidence.

Zhao Shize wasn't afraid at all.

Xi Hua understood this silent self-confidence, confident that he would not dare to do anything to him.

And Great Wei really needs this King Jing'an to guard the border......

Xi Hua felt a little sad that such a huge dynasty could not find anyone who could replace King Jing'an.

The consequences of the old emperor's ignorance of political affairs for decades and his indulging in pleasure are also being manifested one by one.

The current Great Wei is like a palace with a gorgeous appearance, it looks tall and magnificent, but in fact, the inside has already been worm-eaten and full of holes, and it can easily be blown down by a gust of wind and rain.

No wonder in the original timeline, after the old prime minister and the emperor passed away one after another, the whole Great Wei fell apart in an instant and fell into the flames of war.

Although in the prompt given by the system, what happened after Lin Fanqing's death was only briefly mentioned without any specific description, but Xi Hua thought that if such a day really happened, King Jing'an would never give up this opportunity.

He could almost be said to be doomed to treason.

Xi Hua suddenly felt extremely aggrieved. Facing a traitor who was destined to rebel, he couldn't do anything to him now, and even let him go back to the base camp in northern Xinjiang...

Zhao Shize was keenly aware of Xi Hua's emotional changes, but he bent down happily, "Your Highness is reluctant to go back?"

Xi Hua watched Zhao Shize's throat so defenselessly exposed in front of him, and a murderous intent flashed in his heart.

However, rationality told Xi Hua that with his current body, even if he was at full strength, he would definitely not be able to beat Zhao Shize, who had fought on the battlefield.

What's more, killing Zhao Shize now, apart from bringing the world into chaos earlier, has no benefit at all.

After turning countless thoughts in an instant, Xi Hua lowered his brows and eyes tiredly.

Since he couldn't be killed, Xi Hua didn't bother to do these superficial tricks any more.

Sooner or later, he is the one who wants to tear his face apart, so why pretend to be a wolf with a big tail?

"Hurry up, get out as far away as possible."

Zhao Shize, "Your Highness is angry? It's okay, His Highness looks good when he's angry."

He looked at the little prince who barely reached his chest, and felt a little bit reluctant in his heart.

The men and women in northern Xinjiang are tall and rough, and the folk customs are so fierce that widows who sell wine can carry knives and chase the gangsters who dare to molest her out of Shibali Street.

Like the little prince, he really couldn't find it with a lantern.

Zhao Shize narrowed his eyes, and suddenly reached out to touch the little prince's face.

A cold light flashed.

Zhao Shize looked at the sharp knife on his neck and licked his lips, "It's very dangerous for children to play with knives."

The sharp blade pressed against the skin of King Jing'an, but he didn't care.

Xi Hua laughed angrily, and exerted force with his hands, a bloodstain instantly appeared on Zhao Shize's skin.

"Gu can kill you now."

Zhao Shize didn't expect Xi Hua to really dare to make a move, but his expression still didn't change much.

He knew in his heart that he had irritated the little prince a little bit today, the rabbit bit people even in a hurry, it was not wronged by the little prince holding a knife like this.

Zhao Shize didn't intend to really offend the little prince right now, so even if he could hold Xi Hua backhanded now, he didn't move, he just said something perfunctory without sincerity,

"Okay, I know I was wrong."

......

Zhao Shize and Lin Fanqing left the capital at about the same time.

One returned to northern Xinjiang.

One went to Yunzhou to take office.

The old emperor didn't see anyone that day, and he didn't dare to say anything, but he just found an excuse to punish those palace servants who were not doing well.

After learning that Lin Fanqing had left the capital, he didn't dare to say anything.

Now every time the old emperor sees Xi Hua, he feels a little guilty for no reason, and he doesn't appear in front of Xi Hua very much over time.

With the help of the old prime minister, and Xi Hua's health is still good recently, he has begun to gradually handle government affairs.

Oh, by the way, after Lin Fanqing left, Lin Xiang arranged another teacher for Xi Hua.

It may be that Lin Fanqing's matter left a little shadow on the old prime minister, and now all the old men with gray hair are crammed next to Xi Hua.

So Xi Hua was surrounded by a group of older people who could be his grandfather every day.

Looking at those expectant eyes as if expecting a child to become a dragon, Xi Hua was really stressed.

Soon, Xi Hua, who was already busy with heavy studies and government affairs, had no time to think about it.

Although Xi Hua also knew that these had been reduced as much as possible considering his physical condition, but he still couldn't help crying to the system.

"too tired......"

The system didn't know how to comfort people, so it had to stretch out its virtual tentacles and pat Xi Hua's head, "Hold on, host."

Xi Hua: "..."

He knew the system was useless!

After another year passed like this, Xi Hua could already start revising memorials.

After Zhao Shize returned to Northern Xinjiang, there was no movement. It seemed that Xi Hua's thought that he would rebel was just an illusion.

Lin Fanqing didn't have any news for the first half year, but after that, he would send a letter every month.

On the top of each letter, it is written that the prince has personally signed it.

Xi Hua still remembered that when he first received the letter, he hesitated for a long time before opening it.

Lin Fanqing's handwriting is beautiful, and everyone says that his handwriting is like a person, and his handwriting is also very clear and elegant, which is highly praised by many students.

In comparison, Xi Hua has practiced for so long, so he can barely read it.

Lin Fanqing's letter at the beginning was only a few sentences, most of which were just asking about Xi Hua's recent situation.

Xi Hua didn't know how to reply, so he simply asked Si Qin to take a box and put it away.

It's just that Lin Fanqing still delivered letters every month, and he kept delivering them for almost a year.

Once Xi Hua forgot to put the letter in the box, and was seen by the old prime minister who came to discuss political affairs.

The old Cheng didn't say anything for a while, but Xi Hua didn't receive Lin Fanqing's letter after that month.

In the past two years, apart from his beauty, the old emperor has also become obsessed with alchemy and longevity.

He didn't know where he found a few so-called real Taoist priests to refine some golden pills for himself.

Xi Hua watched the old emperor's death and didn't bother to care about him.

Sure enough, late one night after that, a woman's scream came from inside the Yutang Hall.

The old emperor finally killed himself.

And in an extremely disgraceful way.

The old prime minister and several ministers rushed into the palace overnight, and Xi Hua was also awakened from sleep, and came to Yutang Hall.

The concubine who was serving tonight had already been taken down. The old emperor on the bed had his eyes wide open and his whole body was naked. Xi Hua frowned after just a cursory glance.

He looked at the emperor who had been absurd all his life, and didn't want to comment too much at this moment.

The emperor died suddenly, and the inner court and the outer court should have experienced a great turmoil.

But in Da Wei's place, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if this day had finally come.

Even without much grief, preparations for the crown prince's ascension to the throne have already begun.

Xi Hua was a little dazed and was put on the emperor's uniform by the crowd, with a sword at his waist.

Looking at his body in the bronze mirror, even though he was wearing a heavy uniform, Xi Hua wondered uncertainly, could he really be an emperor?

The twelve-pronged crown hangs in front of Xi Hua, covering all the expressions in his eyes.

The process of ascension to the throne is very cumbersome and long, but no one in the court really dares to let the current majesty really follow the rules step by step.

For the first time, even the etiquette department, which values ​​etiquette the most, did not raise any objections, but took the initiative to help delete some unnecessary procedures.

So Xi Hua was able to persist in completing the enthronement ceremony.

From the prince to the emperor, the biggest change for Xi Hua was moving out of the East Palace and living in the Zichen Palace.

Another thing is that there are more scriptures urging him to get married and draft.

Xi Hua didn't want to harm other people's girls, so he ignored these notes.

However, what made Xi Hua a little overwhelmed was that the old prime minister also came to urge him.

Xi Hua looked at the portraits hanging all over the room, and couldn't help but touch his forehead, "I don't like any of them."

The old prime minister said calmly, "Emotions can be cultivated slowly."

"Your Majesty is getting older now, and the harem is empty, which is really not conducive to the stability of people's hearts."

Looking at the prime minister's old face with white hair and beard, Xi Hua finally felt the pain of being urged to marry by his elders.

However, Xi Hua's pain lasted less than a month, and the old prime minister had no time to urge him anymore.

Because King Jing'an raised his troops.