Prince Ming was so angry that his chest heaved. An Jiu felt that Prince Ming must have cursed the emperor's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

"The Emperor still likes to grant marriages to me." The eldest prince came over, and the Emperor took a look at him, leaning lazily on his chair: "Why? Big brother wants it too?"

"I don't want to." The eldest prince smiled and looked at An Jiu who was fiddling with the lights.

She narrowed her eyes, unable to tell whether the emperor really had something in common with this palace maid. Or is it a bait pushed out by 놛?

After all, the emperor is actually very cunning.

At the palace banquet, he played dumb and made the Queen Mother and Prince Ruyang relax their guard.

Prince Duan suddenly exclaimed: "The courtesan is here."

Didn't get up.

Probably not very interested.

Of course, it could be fake.

It was very lively downstairs, and Prince Duan regretted choosing the 궝楼, as he couldn't see the courtesan's appearance clearly from where he stood.

Floats passed by one after another, with beautiful women wearing veils covering their faces, waving at everyone...

Prince Duan smiled and said, "I'll go down and take a look."

After saying that, he ran downstairs with a stare on his face.

Ming Wang also stood up and followed him down.

Of course the eldest prince followed.

Upstairs, only Prince Jing, the Emperor, the Eighth Prince and Prince Jing were left.

Prince Jing smiled and asked, "Third brother isn't going?"

King Jing shook his head, yawned, and waited to watch the fireworks before leaving.

The Eighth Prince was completely attracted by the butterfly lamp and said to An Jiu, "The wing is broken here. Just find something to fix it."

An Jiu nodded.

The eighth prince asked again: "Where did this lamp come from?"

An Jiu looked at the lamp, then at Wang. The Eighth Prince was very handsome, and looked a bit like Concubine Yu, but Wang's face still had the innocence and simplicity of a young man, and he looked like he was very well protected.

"Does Your Highness like it?"

The Eighth Prince nodded: "I want to give one to my mother."

I see.

An Jiu whispered: "These are all won from the shop. The emperor has a lot."

The eighth prince turned and glanced at the emperor.

The emperor exhaled helplessly: "I heard everything and want to speak clearly."

The eighth prince smiled shyly, and this smile was like the white lotus in the lotus pond blooming in the morning, bathing in the first ray of sunshine, which made him feel relaxed.

"Brother, I miss you so much."

The emperor hated Prince Ruyang, but he liked his younger brother. He said helplessly, "I'll have him sent to your mansion tomorrow."

An Jiu thought, he also really likes his brother.

But...

[I have to pick the one I dislike the most tonight.] 】

An Jiu: "..."

I'd rather be so stingy as to kill you.

Prince Jing laughed and said, "Jingchen still has the mentality of a child."

King Jing said, "There's nothing wrong with that."

놛I thought of Prince Ruyang, who was only one year younger than the Eighth Prince and had a completely different personality. Now he was locked up. If the emperor was magnanimous, he might be able to release him in a few years. If not, Prince Ruyang would never be able to get out in this lifetime.

Serving the king is like serving a tiger.

The emperor was of a mild disposition, and he seemed to have forgotten all these distinctions.

Prince Jing nodded: "Jingchen should go down the mountain more often."

The eighth prince said: "Your Majesty, please let me stay in the capital for a while longer."

I miss my mother.

It's good to practice meditation in the mountains, but I'm also curious about the secular world. I just don't know how to tell my mother. What if she doesn't allow it?

놛I'm a little confused.

At this time, the cheers of Prince Duan were heard from below, and he spent a huge sum of money to let the courtesan unveil her veil.

An Jiu was also curious about the appearance of the courtesan. She handed the lamp to the eighth prince and ran to the window to look down. Just then, the courtesan looked up and An Jiu saw her appearance...

"Wow."

An Jiu was amazed, and Prince Jing also stood up and glanced down, thinking that she was not bad looking. The Eighth Prince, who had no interest at first, also came over with a lantern to take a look, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Is this beautiful?" she asked.

I think she is not as good looking as Xiaojiu.

An Jiu nodded: "Yes, it's beautiful."

The Eighth Prince wanted to say something else.

An Jiu thought of a sentence on the Internet: "The flowers are blooming so beautifully, if we don't look at them, we will seem unromantic. But just looking at them is not considered a violation of the precepts."

The eighth prince thought about it seriously, nodded, and said to An Jiu, "You are very interesting."

After saying that, he picked up the lamp and stood obediently beside An Jiu to watch the oiran.

The emperor almost lost his balance and stood up from his chair.

놛Looking at Anjiu and the Eighth Prince, they look a lot like Xiaojiu and that idiot...

What's interesting? What's so interesting about the silly goose? 】

[This Xiao Ba will be sent to the mountain tomorrow.] 】

[And there is the silly goose, who only knows how to attract bees and butterflies. After the queen waits, she is not allowed to come out of the palace. 】

An Jiu listened to her complaints and started laughing.

The Eighth Prince asked, "What are you laughing at?"

An Jiu said: "Nothing."

Prince Jing stroked his cat, watched all this calmly, and after a while he began to laugh softly.

"Mother Shu is back."

The emperor had known about this for a long time. Concubine Shu was the mother of Prince Duan. She had a gentle personality, but her health had always been poor. After the death of the late emperor, she was so worried that she couldn't get over it, so she went to guard the imperial mausoleum for several years.

After the death of the previous emperor, the concubines all lived in the palace behind the Cining Palace. The emperor had it renovated years ago, and now it is just right for Concubine Shu to live in it.

"Have you visited her?"

Prince Jing nodded: "You have lost a lot of weight and are in good spirits."

Prince Jing sighed: "The death of my father was a great blow to her."

The emperor took a sip of the tea, which had cooled down. He hesitated for a moment before swallowing it.

Speaking of Father...

The indescribable sadness came to my heart again.

I miss the late emperor.

No matter how much time has passed, I still miss it.

That is my father. As long as I have my father, I feel that I have someone to rely on and I am not alone in this world.

But the late emperor died.

The emperor's soul seemed to be sucked away.

For a long time, I felt that I was lost, like duckweed on the water. The palace was so big that I felt that there was no place for me.

Until one day, 놛 woke up from Xiaojiu's house.

At first I was disgusted, I had no idea why idiots like to live in places like that.

Later, 놛 had to admit that he did sleep soundly in that shabby house.

"Bang."

A firework exploded.

An Jiu's first reaction was to look back at the emperor, and the emperor also looked up at her.

An Jiu heard her own heartbeat heavier than the fireworks.

So does the emperor.

놛 stood up and walked to the window step by step. Fireworks exploded one after another, filling the sky with prosperity.

The fireworks that came from nowhere suddenly changed direction and flew towards the Zhaixing Tower. Fortunately, Prince Jing was quick-eyed and snatched the butterfly lantern from the eighth prince's hand and threw it out. The lantern was hit by the fireworks, sparks flew in the air, and fell onto the float below, causing panic below.

Before the crowd could breathe a sigh of relief, countless fireworks flew towards the Zhaixing Tower. King Jing closed the window and Lin San appeared.

"Protect the emperor."

However, their power was limited, and soon some fish slipped through the net and fell upstairs, starting a fire.

The emperor grabbed An Jiu immediately.

"Follow closely." 놛 said in a deep voice.

놛I was neither surprised nor panicked by what I saw, as if I was used to it.

"Go down quickly." Prince Jing pushed the frightened Eighth Prince and said, "Follow the Emperor."

Then he said to Prince Jing's servant, "Protect your prince."

In front of King Jing, Lin San and others followed behind and walked downstairs together.

At this time, there was already smoke in the building and shouting outside. When we came down, we met a few guys from Zhaixing Tower. We ran around everywhere in panic.

"Stairs here."

Someone shouted, and then more than ten people came over. An Jiu was led by the emperor. She smelled smoke and couldn't help coughing. The emperor took out a handkerchief, broke the teacup on the table, poured water into it, and covered An Jiu's mouth and nose with it.

"Here."

An Jiu took it and covered his mouth and nose. As he was following the emperor downstairs, he found that there was something wrong with these guys. It seemed that they were coming for the emperor...

"Be careful." As soon as An Jiu finished speaking, the guy who rushed over was killed by the emperor's secret guards.

"Your Majesty, there must be an ambush below." Lin San said in a deep voice, the knife on his back still dripping with blood.

The emperor took a look at the exterior of the Zhaixing Tower. It was impossible for fireworks to ignite the building, but the fire in the Zhaixing Tower was very fierce at this time. It should be that oil or something was poured outside the building.

This is a conspiracy against 놛.