Chapter 78: No One Can Die

After saying this, Seventeen looked at Emperor Wen Zhao timidly and did not dare to say any more.

Emperor Wen Zhao had a gentle smile on his face and said encouragingly, "Okay, tell me about it."

Seventeen tilted his head to glance at Fifteen, who patted his arm and encouraged him, "Father has allowed you to speak, so speak quickly."

Seventeen took a deep breath, "Father, Xiaojiu, Yu'er and I went to play with Fifteenth Brother. Twelfth Brother was also there, and Xiaojiu was talking to Tongtong..."

Although the little boy's voice was small, he spoke clearly and organized, and he quickly explained the whole story clearly. However, he only mentioned what Tong Tong said and did not mention the look that Twelve gave him before he left.

Emperor Wen Zhao had been shocked too many times by Tong Tong's revelations, so what Shi Qi said no longer caused the slightest ripple in his heart.

He listened and nodded encouragingly until the little boy finished speaking. Seeing that the little boy still looked worried, he reached out and touched his head and asked the key question: "But what did your twelfth brother say to you or do to you?"

Seventeen didn't expect that Emperor Wen Zhao had guessed it. He turned his head to look at Fifteen, who nodded to signal him to speak directly. Then he nodded heavily and said, "Father, Twelfth Brother looked very angry. When he left, his eyes were very fierce. I am a little scared."

Who can have a good face when facing an enemy who will kill him in the future? The little bastard Thirteenth Prince even went to kill someone directly. Emperor Wen Zhao could understand Twelve Prince, but seeing that his son was so scared, he thought for a moment and called Liang Quan in, ordering him, "Go and call the Twelfth Prince to me."

Liang Quan responded, turned around and went out to arrange for someone to call for help.

Emperor Wen Zhao touched Shiqi's head and comforted him, "Don't be afraid. With your father here, no one will dare to embarrass you again."

"Thank you, Father." Seventeen nodded obediently, feeling touched, but he didn't dare to believe it completely. After all, Father was so busy, there were so many princes, and he was useless, so how could Father take care of him all the time?

Emperor Wen Zhao had no idea what Seventeen was thinking, so while they were waiting, he really tested their knowledge.

Fifteen was dumbfounded and pushed Seventeen forward: "Father, please test Seventeen first. I am the elder brother and must give way to my younger brother."

Emperor Wen Zhao laughed angrily, raised his hand and flicked his finger on Fifteen's head: "I think you are just trying to slack off."

Fifteen did not deny it. He grinned foolishly and pushed Seventeen forward.

Emperor Wen Zhao knew that his son did not love literature.

He didn't force it, but pointed to the ground and said, "Go and stand in horse stance for me."

For Fifteen, doing horse stance was much more enjoyable than taking academic tests. He responded cheerfully, immediately ran to the middle of the field, and did horse stance with a standard posture at a very fast speed, as if he was afraid that Emperor Wen Zhao would go back on his word.

Emperor Wen Zhao smiled and shook his head, and ignored him. He asked Seventeen several questions, and he answered them all fluently.

Emperor Wen Zhao was very surprised, and took Seventeen to the desk and asked him to write a few words. Seventeen neatly wrote two lines of poetry he had just learned. His handwriting was immature and lacked strength, but the characters were quite majestic.

Emperor Wen Zhao himself was a great lover of calligraphy. He was delighted to see that the words written by Shiqi at such a young age had such a majestic momentum. He touched Shiqi's head and laughed: "As expected of my son, he is a talented person who can be cultivated."

At first he only disliked this son, but later when he learned about what he had been through, he felt pity and distress for him. Only now did he truly feel admiration and love for this son.

Seventeen was a sensitive child. He immediately sensed the change in Emperor Wen Zhao's attitude, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Fifteen saw that he was only smiling shyly, and felt anxious. He squatted and moved forward, reminding him: "Father is praising you, why don't you thank him quickly."

Seventeen came back to his senses and bowed quickly: "Thank you for your praise, father."

Emperor Wen Zhao reached out and took No. 17: "Come on, continue writing."

Seeing Fifteen craning his neck to look over here curiously, Emperor Wen Zhao asked with a smile: "How about you write a few words too?"

Fifteen immediately retracted his neck and said, "No, no, son, just do the horse stance."

Emperor Wen Zhao laughed, "I'm afraid you will be the fourth child again in the future."

The Fifteenth Prince had always admired the Fourth Prince. He was overjoyed when he heard this. He straightened his back a little more and squatted more firmly.

Emperor Wen Zhao was very happy with his two little sons, one was good at literature and the other liked martial arts. He watched Seventeenth continue writing while instructing Fifteenth. The atmosphere in the palace was warm and joyful.

"Your Majesty, the twelfth prince is here." Liang Quan came in to report.

"Let him in." Emperor Wen Zhao nodded and walked to the couch and sat down.

The twelfth prince came in and saw the fifteenth and seventeenth princes. He paused for a moment and then bowed to greet them. Emperor Wen Zhao raised his hand slightly and said, "Stand up."

The twelfth prince stood up, feeling uneasy. He had just returned to the palace for a while when the eunuch from Chongde Hall called him and said that the emperor had summoned him, but he didn't know why.

Now that he had met Fifteen and Seventeen, what else was there that he didn't understand? It must be that the two little brats had complained. He was furious, but he didn't know what they had said, so he didn't dare to speak rashly.

Seeing that he was standing there stupidly without saying anything, Emperor Wen Zhao did not ask any questions. Instead, he picked up the teacup and slowly drank his tea.

Seventeen was still writing, but since Twelve came in, he had become somewhat absent-minded, looking over there frequently. Fifteen was standing in horse stance, also looking at Twelve.

Twelve was silent for a while, but finally spoke nervously: "Father, you summoned me here, is there anything you want me to do?"

The smile on Emperor Wen Zhao's face faded: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Hearing the coldness in Emperor Wen Zhao's words, Twelve's forehead was covered with sweat and he knelt down hurriedly: "Father, I heard Xiao Jiu and Tong Tong talking earlier."

Emperor Wen Zhao: "How did you say that?"

The twelfth prince looked at the seventeenth prince and told the truth. At the end, he said, "Father, the seventeenth prince will kill me in the future. Please make the decision for me."

Emperor Wen Zhao saw that what he said was the same as what Seventeen said, and his expression eased a little, "Get up."

The twelfth prince got up from the ground and stood aside.

Emperor Wen Zhao waved to Fifteen and Seventeen and said, "You all come here too."

The two of them quickly responded and walked over.

Emperor Wen Zhao looked at his three sons standing in a row and said sternly, "What Tongtong said is the original plot. Since both of you already know it, you should be friendly and respectful to each other from now on. Those fighting and killing can naturally be avoided. You must not let any grudges arise because of it."

The fifteenth and seventeenth sentences should read: "I, your son, will remember your father's teachings."

Twelve also responded respectfully, but in his heart he sneered. Dujiawen is scolding the group of five, and Si Jiuling secretly thought that if he didn't take the original plot seriously, why did he recently dismiss so many concubines and drive away the third and fifth brothers.

But after today's conversation, his previous plan could no longer be rushed and had to be put on hold.

Seeing that the three men were respectful, Emperor Wen Zhao gave them a few more instructions and then let them leave.

The three of them left Chongde Hall together. Seventeen walked closely behind Fifteen, trying to stay as far away from Twelve as possible.

When they walked a distance away and were about to separate, Twelve suddenly called out to the two of them and said with a smile, "Seventeen, you too, reporting a small matter to the Emperor."

Seeing the Twelfth Prince staring at him with a fake smile, Seventeen shrank his neck, grabbed Fifteen's arm tightly, and dared not answer.

Fifteen took a small step forward to block Seventeen, holding his head high and chest out, not afraid at all: "Twelfth brother, Seventeen is not complaining, but father has instructed me before that if I hear anything important from Tong Tong, I must report it truthfully."

Twelve to Fifteen jumped out and interrupted, very dissatisfied. The fake smile on his face disappeared. He glared at him fiercely and turned away.

Seventeen patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fifteenth Brother, let's go back."

Fifteen took his hand and said with a smile: "Come on, Nine must be waiting anxiously, let's run back." Then he grabbed Seventeen and ran.

Seventeen ran while looking around nervously: "Brother, you are not allowed to run around freely in the palace. This is against the rules."

"It's okay. I've run here so many times. No one cares." Fifteen smiled happily and pulled Seventeen along to run.

"Your Highness, two little princes, slow down." Haitang was anxious watching from behind, but she didn't dare to run. She struggled desperately, but still couldn't catch up.

The two little boys ran back to Jingming Palace and saw Xiaojiu and the young master kneeling on the beauty's side in the corridor, looking at the gate of the courtyard. When they saw them appear, they quickly climbed down and ran over.

Ji Jinyou saw Seventeen panting and begging, his face flushed with excitement, which was rare to see. She wondered: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seventeen held onto Xiaojiu's hand and said, "My fifteenth brother and I ran back. We left Haitang behind, and she kept chasing us, but she never caught up."

Silly child, this is the first time you have done something bad, and you are so excited. Ji Jinyou couldn't help laughing when he saw it: "Tangtang will catch up with you and nag you later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Haitang came running over, panting, with one hand on her waist and the other on the door frame: "My little prince, when did you run so fast? Haitang's legs are almost broken."

Several children burst into laughter, and Haitang couldn't help laughing as well.

It was already lunchtime, and Jin Xing reminded them that it was time to go back for lunch. Naturally, the young master had to go with them. Seeing that Seventeen was reluctant to leave Fifteen, Ji Jinyou waved her hand and invited Fourteen and Fifteen to have lunch together at Miaoyunxuan.

A large group of people rushed out of the yard and walked away.

Thirteen came out from behind the window with a dark face, looked at the empty yard, and said in a disgusted tone: "That damn girl comes here every day, it's really annoying. If only there was some way to stop her from coming again."

The young eunuch glanced at his young master and dared not say a word, but he was very confused. The Ninth Princess was obviously very cute, why did his master have such a big grudge and prejudice against her?

The Thirteenth Prince stood in front of the window for a while, waved to the young eunuch, and when the young eunuch leaned over to his ear, he whispered a few words.

The eunuch's face changed, "Your Highness, this is not good. The Ninth Princess is now favored by His Majesty and the Queen Mother. If something happens, it will be difficult to explain if they investigate."

The Thirteenth Prince snorted: "They are just a few rats. They won't kill anyone."

The young eunuch still felt that something was wrong: "Your Highness, forget it. Next time they bother you, I will go and persuade them."

"Just do it when I tell you to. Why are you so long-winded? You dare to talk back to me?" The Thirteenth Prince was rejected and became angry. He raised his foot and kicked the eunuch on the leg.

Because he used too much force, he tore the wound on his leg that had not yet healed. He grimaced in pain and shouted angrily, "Get out of here!"

The young eunuch's leg was kicked so hard that it hurt, but he dared not say anything. He limped out, but when he got outside he sighed with an embarrassed look on his face.