When did you start to feel this way?
Was it when his father handed over the Imperial Guards to Zhong Zhiling, or was it when that girl's beautiful smile was for him?
Or maybe, a long time ago, he had already started to worry about gains and losses?
He refused to admit that he was jealous of Zhong Zhiling. He was clearly a childish boy who had no idea how to stand or sit, and blew bubbles when sleeping. He was clearly a flower in a greenhouse who had grown up in a honey pot and had never experienced any hardship. What was there for him to be jealous of?
But there was a voice in his heart that kept coming -
You are jealous of him. You are jealous of his heartless and childish innocence. You are jealous of the fact that he can live so freely and clearly even though he was born in a royal family. You are jealous. The supreme position that you value most and dream of getting is nothing in his eyes...
You are jealous of him, jealous that he gets everything even though he has not given anything.
"Brother," the young man looked around. Then he reached out and held his hand, leaning close to his ear and whispering seriously, "Don't worry. I'll be guarding the northwest for you. No one dares to compete with you for the throne."
A trace of sadness suddenly welled up in his heart, and he reached out and hugged the young man into his arms: "Seventh Brother. Take care."
"Brother, take care of yourself too." The young man's eyes were wet. Then he suddenly turned around and climbed onto the horse.
The young man rode out of the square imperial city.
At that time, he didn't expect that he would come back thirty-four years later.
I guess that young man didn’t expect this either?
…
"Your Majesty. The King of Pingxi has arrived." When he came in again, there was a bit of joy in Zhao Ruhai's eyes that was hard to conceal, but his voice became more respectful.
Zhong Mingwei looked at the portrait of the woman on the wall. After a while, he came back to his senses: "Xuan."
"Yes," Zhao Ruhai hurried to the door, opened the curtain, and said to the burly man standing outside, "The emperor has ordered that Prince Pingxi come to the audience!"
Zhong Mingwei looked at the door that was not too far away, and then saw a strange yet familiar middle-aged man slowly walking in. The man was also looking at him with an impudent look that ordinary officials would never dare to use. After a while, the man slowly knelt down and said, "Your humble servant has returned! I pay my respects to the emperor! Long live the emperor!"
"Please take a seat." Zhong Zhiheng said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Zhong Zhiling stood up. Zhao Ruhai was busy moving the embroidered cushion over, but Zhong Zhiling sat directly on the couch and looked at Zhao Ruhai with a smile, "Eunuch Zhao, do you remember what kind of tea I like to drink?"
"Taiping Monkey King," Zhao Ruhai said hurriedly, bowing, "I'll prepare it for His Majesty right away."
"Thank you, eunuch." Zhong Zhiling nodded, and at a glance he saw the portrait of a woman hanging on the wall. His eyes paused on the portrait, then turned to look at Zhong Zhiheng, curling his lips sarcastically, "So this is what she looks like when she's not smiling."
“How dare you!” Zhong Zhiheng suddenly threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, stood up and walked in front of Zhong Zhiling, saying coldly, “Where did you learn such a wild and rude habit?!”
"Don't you know, my brother?" Zhong Zhiling looked through the pearl curtain at the palace maids and eunuchs kneeling on the ground outside, and turned his head to look at Zhong Zhiheng, "I have been in Mobei, a wild land, for more than 30 years. My previous temper and personality have long been worn away. Could it be that my brother really expects a humble gentleman to guard Mobei?"
Zhong Zhiheng looked at his arrogant face, his heart was burning with anger, but as he looked at it, he laughed again, his laugh was full of sarcasm: "You want to deliberately provoke me, and you want me to order you to be sent to the clan house or executed immediately, right? Then let the whole world know that I am a tyrant who does not care about the feelings of brothers and kills ministers unjustly, right?"
"All of you please leave," Zhong Zhiling said to the palace servants who were lying on the ground, "I am going to have a chat with the Emperor. I don't need you to serve me here."
How could the uterus maid dare to move? Especially Zhong Zhiheng was still burning with anger, and for a moment he secretly thought that the King of Pingxi was really reckless, and his face was even lowered to the ground.
"Get out!" Zhong Zhiheng shouted impatiently outside.
"Yes, I'll take my leave!" All the palace servants retreated immediately as if they had heard of a general amnesty.
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