Chapter 80 Cruel Emperor vs. Deadly Sister (6)

The seven-year-old boy stood in front of the flowers with a blank expression, tears in his eyes.

These old guys, taking advantage of the fact that he was not favored by the emperor, were so casual and perfunctory. He had already memorized the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, but they still asked him to copy them a hundred times. Every time he humbly asked for advice, he was always dismissed with various reasons.

This was the second time

Shi Yi saw him cry. When Zhao Jinyuan saw Shi Yi, he quickly turned his head away and pretended to look at the scenery.

"What's wrong? Are you blinded by the wind?" Shi Yi reached out and patted his shoulder.

Recently, it has become increasingly difficult for her to enter the palace. Today, if she hadn't used her mother's token, she would not have been able to enter.

"One day, one day..." The boy clenched his fists, "I must make these old guys dare not to interfere anymore."

Shi Yi held his hand and comforted him silently.

Since Emperor Zhaodi fell seriously ill, the queen sent a group of respected scholars to assist the only prince in the harem. These scholars are proud of their knowledge, so how could they teach a seven-year-old child with all their heart and soul? They are just trying to fish in troubled waters and kill time.

"What disease did father have? Why hasn't he recovered after more than half a year?" The little bun was full of doubts.

"Uncle..." Shi Yi thought of the queen's family, which was in its heyday, and didn't know how to start.

"Sister, can we go to the Qinzheng Hall to see father together?" The little bun lowered his head and kicked the pebbles with his toes, with a cold look in his eyes.

Which child who grew up in this palace is really innocent? Moreover, he personally experienced the death of his brother.

Everyone in the palace knew that the queen had imprisoned the emperor, but everyone around him wanted to hide it from him.

"No." Shi Yi decisively rejected him.

The queen was in her heyday, and going to visit Emperor Zhao now would be like hitting a knife edge.

"Just take a look." The little bun begged.

"Not even a glance." Shi Yi ignored his pleading and asked, "What do you have that is worthy of seeing Emperor Zhao? Is it your extraordinary knowledge? Is it your great martial arts? Or your extraordinary strategy?"

"None of them." The little boy's face fell.

It's very sad. He can't do anything, he has nothing.

"Have you heard of the story of sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall?" Shi Yi knew that she was facing an emperor who would be remembered for thousands of years in history, and he would slowly acquire such things as scheming and strategy in the future. So all she could do was guide him.

"Goujian slept on brushwood and tasted gall, and the three thousand Yue soldiers finally conquered Wu. It was because he was determined and persevering, and he was not afraid of being looked down upon or ridiculed. The Queen's family is powerful, why don't you learn from Goujian?" Shi Yi was already talking to him as if he were an adult.

Zhao Jinyuan looked up at her, paused for a few seconds, and smiled gloomily.

His elder sister was indeed a smart person. It turned out that he had been seen through long ago when he wanted to disguise himself in front of her.

"I believe the prince is not a fool." Shi Yi reached out and touched his head.

The harem is not afraid of scheming, but of being hopelessly stupid.

It is a good thing to let the little bun know that his acting skills are poor and he can't even fool himself. In this way

, he won't be so smart. Sure enough, from then on, the little bun no longer deliberately concealed his intelligence. He always did the opposite, striving to be the first in everything, but messed up everything, so he earned a reputation of "dullness and incompetence" in this palace.

Because of this, the queen relaxed her supervision of him.

In the 98th year of the Jin Dynasty, Emperor Zhao's actions were all supervised, and the queen monopolized power. Zhang Wen, the Minister of the Dali Temple, was loyal and upright, and often contradicted him in the hall, causing dissatisfaction among the Rong family.

The queen first sent Concubine Zhang to the cold palace and forced her to hang herself, and then put Zhang Cheng, who had made contributions to disaster relief, into prison, causing public resentment. The call for clearing the court became louder and louder. However, the Rong family was immersed in the honey of power and didn't care.

In the 99th year of the Jin Dynasty, Emperor Zhao was seriously ill and asked the queen to see Shi Yi before he died. The queen refused, and Emperor Zhao died of anger.

In the same year, the Wu family forced the emperor to abdicate under the name of "clearing the emperor's side", and the Rong family fought desperately, and finally the two families reconciled. There was another disagreement on jointly electing a new monarch.

At the same time, the leader of the Mighty Army was killed, and the new leader of the Mighty Army took the lead in resisting the Rong family led by the queen.

The Mighty Army has always been the army that protects the emperor of the Jin Dynasty. The reason why the queen succeeded in imprisoning Emperor Zhao was because she secretly bribed the leader of the Mighty Army.

The Rong family was in a state of panic.

The eldest princess had no intention of these disputes and had taken Shi Yi to her fiefdom long ago. When she heard about these changes in the palace, she reacted indifferently. Only when she heard that Emperor Zhao had passed away, she stood under the stars for a night. Perhaps it was because the dew was heavy that day, which chilled her internal organs, and since that day, her health has not been very good. Every night, he always coughed non-stop.

Zhao Jinyuan in the palace always watched all this with a cold eye. Until General Wu brought his daughter to his shabby palace.

Wu Yan fell in love with Zhao Jinyuan the first time she saw him. She thought that the prince in the palace, who was known for being dull and incompetent, should have a stupid appearance, but she didn't expect that he was so good-looking, with a breeze smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and he could make people addicted at a glance.

She took the initiative to greet Zhao Jinyuan and talk to him. Seeing him respond to her one by one with shyness, she was filled with countless joy in her heart.

Seeing the joy on his daughter's face, General Wu was also happy in his heart, and he strengthened his determination to support the prince to ascend the throne. In this way, his daughter would be the queen in name and in name, and he would be the father-in-law in name and in name.

Yes, not long after the eldest prince fell into the lake on horseback, Emperor Zhao made the youngest prince the prince. But no one in the palace or in the court recognized it. How could such a cowardly, incompetent and young child be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being the crown prince? As time went by, everyone, including Zhao Jinyuan himself, forgot the identity of the "crown

prince". Everyone knew what General Wu meant. When Zhao Jinyuan saw Wu Yan for the first time, he felt a little self-deprecating in his heart. But he had no power, so what could he do.

When Wu Yan saw him smile, he could only smile; when Wu Yan tilted her head and waited for his answer, he could only answer. He even thought to himself that if Wu Yan asked him to jump into the lake, he might go.

But on that afternoon when the cicadas were chirping, he couldn't help but think of the girl in red riding clothes who stretched out her hand to him in the downtown area and asked him if he wanted to leave.

If she stretched out her hand to him again at this time, he would definitely refuse without hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Wu Yan stepped into the pavilion, smiled at him, and let the maid take off her cloak and brush off the snowflakes on her shoulders and temples.

Zhao Jinyuan smiled politely, but did not answer. He turned his head and looked outside the pavilion again.

Outside the pavilion, heavy snow continued to fall, pressing down on the eaves. In the distance, the snow piled up like a mountain. The fire in the pavilion for making tea had quietly gone out, and the fragrance was lingering.

When will the old friend return?

(End of this chapter)