The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

In the second year of Zhenghe, spring.

In the middle of the night, it rained heavily and thundered.Resounded through the sky.

Accompanied by a loud thunder, in the imperial palace of Bianliang City, Zhao Ji woke up suddenly from his sleep, dripping with cold sweat and short of breath.He propped up the bed and sat up, looking at the scene around him restlessly.

The incense burner curled up, and the soothing woody fragrance permeated the entire bedroom. The curtain embroidered with complicated and beautiful patterns hung beside the bed. Zhao Huan held his breath, and the slightly shaking figure of the alarmed servant was reflected on the screen.

The scene I saw was familiar yet strange, but I hadn't seen it for many years.

In the dream, when he was about to die, his touch was vivid, and the appearance of the eldest son Zhao Huan crying was vivid in his memory. Zhao Ji asked with a thought.

"...Where is Cassia Ming?"

His question was thoughtless, the attendant behind the screen was stunned, Zhao Ji didn't hear the answer, so he suddenly changed his words: "Ah Huan'an is here?"

The servant hurriedly replied: "His Royal Highness King Ding is in Yiqing Palace."

Yiqing Palace... Before the crown prince was established, Ah Huan did live there.

The thunder continued and passed by in a flash, illuminating the bedroom. Zhao Ji sat on the bed with a pale complexion, stood up suddenly, and said: "I... I want to see Ah Huan, you must hurry up and order someone to prepare the chariot."

The attendant felt strange, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He should be careful, bowed and stepped back a few steps, then heard Zhao Ji say again: "Wait...send someone to look at it first, and if Ah Huan is awake, let me know immediately." , if he hasn't woken up...wait for him to wake up."

The attendants responded immediately, and after they went down, they notified others to make arrangements. Those who received the task did not dare to neglect, and the two rushed to the Yiqing Hall where King Ding lived under the heavy rain.

The palace was dark and gloomy in the rainy night, because of Zhao Ji's sudden order, the palace became lively in an instant, and the lights were bright, almost comparable to the thunder in the sky.

Zhao Ji was served and put on a fox fur. He stood alone at the door of the bedroom and looked at the rolling thunder in the sky. The spring thunder bursts, and the rainy night was even cooler. The servant wanted to protect him from the wind and rain, but Zhao Ji refused.

He needs to wake up.

In the eyes of others, the officials didn't even give Mi Cangqiong who came close to him in a hurry, they just stood under the eaves with an unpredictable expression, silent.

Mi Cangqiong came in a hurry, but was ignored by Zhao Ji, and he didn't say much, and obediently stood behind the latter to observe his expression.

The things experienced in the dream were vivid, Zhao Ji was in a daze, he stood here, the cold wind gusts, the raindrops splashed on his face, but there was still a sense of unreality.

That was no ordinary dream.

Zhao Ji was very determined.

One of the two people who went to King Ding's bedroom returned to report and brought back the news that King Ding was still sleeping.

Under the light of thunder, the official's expression was clearly visible. Hearing the news, the official's eyebrows trembled, and his eyes lowered.

"When Ah Huan wakes up, don't be negligent and tell me quickly."

Zhao Ji dropped these words and went back to the bedroom in a melancholy manner, leaving everyone outside the palace.

Mi Cangqiong asked the servant who was serving Zhao Ji to step down, and took the initiative to follow up in the hall. Zhao Ji glanced at him, didn't say much, and opened his arms. stood aside.

Zhao Ji was lying on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, but Mi Cangqiong could tell that he was not asleep, but his breathing was a little short, his heart was beating slightly fast, and his mood was not very calm.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but when Zhao Ji glanced at him, Mi Cangqiong saw a trace of strangeness in his eyes, and that trace of strangeness disappeared when Zhao Ji looked away, turning into a trance, and the official family seemed to relax a lot .

He felt strange, and there was a bit of inquiry in his lowered eyes.

After being silent for a while, Zhao Ji suddenly opened his eyes to look at him, and ordered: "If someone comes to inform King Ding that he is awake, he will wake me up immediately. If I am not awake, he will pinch me, and let me wake up no matter what."

In this situation, Mi Cangqiong didn't dare to ask more questions, and respectfully obeyed, with even more hesitation in his heart.

After finishing the order, Zhao Huan closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

Mi Cangqiong straightened up, frowning slightly in the darkness.

The officials must have had a nightmare...but what kind of nightmare could have something to do with King Ding?So shocked and disturbed?

There is no one to answer his doubts, and Zhao Ji will not explain it to others. In his view, the things in the dream are oracles, and no one can talk about them except the eldest son Zhao Huan.

At three o'clock in the middle of Maozheng, one of the bodyguards sent to guard King Ding rushed to the palace to report. Before Mi Cangqiong could wake Zhao Ji up, the latter jumped up from the bed, was served by him, put on a white uniform, and drove to the palace. Moved to Qingdian.

At the entrance of the hall, Mi Cangqiong only had time to see His Highness King Ding's disheveled hair and dazed face, and was driven out of the Yiqing Palace by Zhao Ji—everyone, including Zhao Ji's dark guards, was also driven away by him. The door of the hall was closed tightly, and no one knew what the father and son were talking about in the hall.

Zhao Huan was stunned. He had just woken up from a too long dream. He couldn't distinguish between reality and dream for a while, and there was a guy who called himself the system chirping in his head to popularize science to him. He hadn't listened to it for a long time. He rushed to him with the moist breath after the rain on a spring night.

The handsome system loudly accused: [Your father is really a dog!Don't you know first come first served! ? 】

Zhao Huan's head was buzzing, thinking that his father didn't even know you were there.

Zhao Ji sealed the gate of the palace, turned around and walked in front of Zhao Huan and held his hand, with a trace of urgency in the temptation, he said: "Jessica?"

After being captured in the dream, Zhao Ji took the word for Zhao Huan, "Cassia", determined and sensible, said it in a trance when he woke up from the dream, and now he is trying to use these two words to determine his identity.

The things in the dream came to the face with wind and frost, Zhao Huan recalled the dream, his expression moved slightly.

Zhao Huan is now 12 years old. He should have been ignorant of worldly affairs. Before he fell asleep, he was not liked by Zhao Ji for various reasons such as "dumb and reticent". The relationship between father and son is indifferent.

But in the dream, his father and son were coerced by the golden man and suffered all kinds of humiliation. Both sides depended on each other and were friends in need.His father left before him, and after his death, he wandered in the world in the form of a soul for thousands of years, and now they meet again after waking up from a dream, and he can't help feeling numb.

Zhao Huan replied softly: "Father, it's me."

Zhao Ji held his hands tightly, tears welling up in his eyes: "My son, Ah Huan...it really is you."

It was the second year of Zhenghe, Zhao Huan was 12 years old, and Zhao Ji was in his thirties. The two had never been weathered, and their hands were fair and clean.

Zhao Huan shook his hand back and said seriously, "Father, now is the reality."

Zhao Ji returned to God and said: "I know, I tried to recall some exact things in the dream after waking up, but I could only vaguely remember it, but that feeling is definitely not false." He sighed softly, "It's not a dream...it's heaven The oracle should be a warning from heaven to me and you, Ah Huan."

Zhao Huan didn't speak.

Because the pretty boy system said in his mind: [That's not true, the thieves in this world are too lazy to care so much, you are just having a dream, and the reason for the dream is because of me. 】

There was a lot of information in the system's voice, Zhao Huan memorized it silently, and did not ask any questions.

Zhao Ji firmly believed in his own thoughts, Zhao Huan couldn't deny it, and nodded silently—rather than telling his father about the existence of the handsome system, it's better to hide it, dreaming about the future is a strange thing, if there are any more weird things, my father will probably be at a loss Place.

Zhao Ji was full of thoughts, and had an idea, he held Zhao Huan's hands and said: "Ah Huan, I leave it to you."

Zhao Huan was listening to the pretty boy system blabla talk about how to become a pretty boy, and he was at a loss when he heard the words: "...huh?"

Zhao Ji said eagerly: "In the dream, you were only crowned prince when you were 15 years old. If you want to go against your dream, it is best to crown you crown prince now. The position of the left and right crown princes is yours, and I will face all officials tomorrow when I go to court. It is announced that you will be crowned prince, and you will be able to ascend to the position of prince in three months at the latest!"

At the end of his speech, he thought that his idea was foolproof and witty, and the excitement in his brows and eyes became more intense, as if he wanted to run to the court to announce it to all the officials.

Zhao Huan: ... Huh?

The handsome system was dumbfounded: 【Your father is also too aggressive?I am still worried about how to let you be the prince first and then the dog emperor? 】

Zhao Huan: ... the dog emperor?

Zhao Ji patted Zhao Huan on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "You are younger and stronger than me, and you have few shackles. If you want to do something, there is always a chance."

Zhao Huan wandered in his dreams for thousands of years, experienced the change of dynasties, saw the flames of war, and also saw the prosperity of the times, and occasionally recalled what he would have done if he could have made a difference.

Now that Zhao Ji was speaking bluntly, he asked frankly: "Dad really thinks so? The Son of Heaven is the emperor of ninety-five years, supreme. Is Daddy willing to hand over power to others?"

Zhao Huan's words hit the nail on the head. If others listened to him talking to the officials like this, they would probably turn pale in shock. However, Zhao Ji didn't respond. He said, "Why are you unwilling to say that? Instead of being humiliated by the barbarians, see the Song Dynasty overthrow , it would be better for you, Ah Huan, to sit on the throne."

Zhao Huan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said solemnly: "Thank you father for your great respect, Ah Huan will definitely live up to his trust."

After the two had a good talk, Zhao Ji excitedly opened the door and left with a group of people.Zhao Huan stood alone in the hall arranging his clothes, and his valet cautiously stepped forward to smooth the wrinkles on his clothes. Zhao Huan was stunned, remembering his current status, silently closed his hands and hung them by his side.He hadn't been treated like this for a long time, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He could only silently stare at the empty space in the courtyard and try to divert his attention.

When turning out of the palace wall, Mi Cangqiong looked back quietly. His Highness Prince Ding in the palace looked as rigid and serious as ever. He couldn't see any changes in the other party after talking with the official, so he couldn't deduce it.

Mi Cangqiong sensed that something was unexpected, but he could do nothing about it.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Ji went up to the court in high spirits and announced to the ministers: "I want to make King Ding the crown prince."

All the officials were astonished, Zhao Ji did not play cards according to common sense sometimes, but most of them were related to strange stones, rare birds, Danqing beauties, this time it was actually a matter of establishing a reserve.

What happened in the harem on the thunderstorm night the day before yesterday was also heard outside the palace. Now that the officials suddenly mention this matter, people have to guess whether it has something to do with the officials seeing King Ding after waking up from a nightmare.

Zhao Huan is the eldest son, and he is the best candidate for the crown prince due to emotion and reason. Even if some people have doubts, he can't say anything to stop him.

Therefore, the matter of establishing Wang Zhaohuan as the crown prince was finalized, and various departments started preparations seriously and carefully, and only waited for the auspicious day to hold the ceremony of conferring the crown prince.