Chapter 378 The Emperor entrusts his son to his care and begins a fight
During the palace coup, Prince Yong withstood the test, and Emperor Wu Su became more confident in him.
If this matter were handled by anyone else, none of them would be as reliable as Prince Yong.
Zhao Minghong felt uneasy. What exactly was this feeling of entrusting an orphan to someone else's care? !
He said: "I still need your protection, my brother. I can't protect others."
Emperor Wu Su sneered and said, "If you can't protect me well, I will be the first to chop off your head!"
Zhao Minghong felt a chill on his neck, but he still said, "I have my own children to protect, so you should take care of them yourself."
After taking on this task, he had to take care of the little prince all day long, so he had no time to go to the clinic to see Tao Wanyin.
Emperor Wu Su glared at him and said, "Your child is not with you, and you can't even see him. I heard that Mrs. Tao wants to divorce you."
Zhao Minghong's face changed, and he said stubbornly, "What divorce? There is no such thing."
"No, there is no best. After Tao's child is born, I will confer him the title of a prince. You decide the title."
This accurately hit the weak spot of Prince Yong.
Zhao Minghong immediately smiled flatteringly and said, "I will definitely take good care of the little prince and make him plump and white. I will record everything he eats, drinks, defecates, urinates and sleeps..."
Emperor Wu Su said in a deep voice: "You should return the Yulong Sword to me. You don't have to do this job."
Which palace servant doesn't do a better job than him?
Zhao Minghong hugged the sword tightly, as it was the title of his and Wanyin's child.
"I understand what you mean, my brother. I will not allow anyone to have the chance to hurt the little prince."
As Zhao Minghong spoke, he retreated towards the door, and when he reached the door he ran away with the sword in his arms.
Seeing Prince Yong running very fast, Li Yuzong shook his head and walked in quietly.
"Your Majesty, do you really want to..."
Emperor Wu Su said coldly: "You also want to persuade me?"
Li Yuzong had served the emperor for many years and knew the emperor's temper. Once he made up his mind, no one could persuade him.
He was not worried about this, and whispered: "Your Majesty, please don't blame me for being too talkative. Should I inform you in advance this time?"
Who does the emperor need to inform when he does something?
Emperor Wu Su glanced at him, disliking his noise: "Do I need you to remind me of this?"
Li Yuzong didn't ask this question because he was afraid of the same situation as the last time he was assassinated.
Although no soldiers were lost, the emperor lost his wife and half his life.
Emperor Wu Su finished dealing with several memorials at his desk, then looked up and saw that the sky outside the palace was gray.
Asked: "Where is Ji Changlin?"
Li Yuzong went out to get information and came back saying, "Your Majesty, the guards at the city gate said that Lord Ji has arrived at the city gate and is queuing to enter the city."
Emperor Wu Su put down his pen and asked thoughtfully, "With his female guard?"
Li Yuzong said: "Yes, Lanling was outside the carriage, and we came back together."
Emperor Wu Su said, "I am also tired, it is a good opportunity for me to go out for a walk."
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The sky is filled with colorful clouds, covering the sky.
Qiao stood at the gate of Ji's house, looking at the end of the street. Ji Qingwu stood beside her, holding her arm.
Both of them couldn't help but think of the scene when Ji Qingwu came back, and the mother and daughter smiled at each other.
"Mom mistook Jiujiu for you at the time and thought she was dreaming. She and you when you were little were exactly the same."
Ji Qingwu pursed his lips and smiled.
Mrs. Qiao said, "If Jiujiu was a little older, I might not have made a mistake." The memories in Mrs. Qiao's mind were all of Xiaowu's appearance when she was four or five years old. She had never seen her older.
Seeing Qiao's sentimental look, Ji Qingwu said softly, "Jiujiu and I look alike. Mother, if you watch Jiujiu grow up, you will know what I look like at different ages."
Qiao patted her hands.
The people from the second house arrived late, and it was almost dark. Ji Qingyuan was holding a silk round fan and was dressed like a colorful peacock, gorgeous and proud.
Qiushi trotted over and whispered something in Qiao's ear.
Qiao frowned and said, "I know."
Ji Qingwu asked: "What's wrong?"
Qiao said, "Your grandmother is ill."
Ji Bolianben also wanted to come, but Madam Ji suddenly fell ill and fainted. Now he is accompanying the doctor in Shou'an Hall.
This illness was too coincidental. Ji Qingwu couldn't figure out whether the old lady was really sick or not.
But now that she was sick, Ji Bolin would no longer be so harsh on her, and might even blame himself for being too harsh on his old mother.
Qiao said, "I have to go over and take a look too. Xiaowu, you wait here for Changlin first."
Ji Qingwu nodded: "Mom, go ahead, I'll be at the door."
After Qiao took Chunhua away, Ji Qingyuan came over, fanning herself, and said, "Fifth sister, I haven't seen you at home for a long time. I miss you so much."
Ji Qingwu said: "I miss you too."
Ji Qingyuan just said it casually, but she didn't expect to get a response. She asked in surprise: "What do you want from me?"
"Of course, I want you to stay away from me."
Ji Qingwu's nose was itchy from the strong incense on her body. She resisted the urge to sneeze and asked, "Grandma is sick, don't you want to go see her?"
Ji Qingyuan didn't hide anything from her and said frankly: "I won't go. There's no point in going there now. The old lady is fighting with the uncle. I'll just watch."
Ji Qingwu was very respectful to this fourth sister. No matter how weird or tricky she was, she was doing it in the open.
This time, she reported Ji's father to him in front of her. Ji Qingyuan never does bad things behind others' backs. Can this be considered as being upright?
When Ji Qingwu thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Ji Qingyuan looked down at her clothes suspiciously and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Ji Qingwu said: "I am laughing, do you think grandma really likes you?"
"Fourth sister has stayed at home for so many years. Isn't she also a victim of other people's fighting?"
Ji Qingyuan tightened her fingers around the fan bone and said, "What do you know? My aunt is the Queen Mother. If the Ji family can produce another Queen..."
Ji Qingwu didn't expect that she was still having this dream.
"The Queen Mother in the palace is useless. How long can the old lady take care of you? It's time for Fourth Sister to think about herself."
Ji Qingyuan's eyes changed several times, and she asked, "What do you mean by telling me this?"
Ji Qingwu spread his hands and tilted his head, saying, "Of course it's because I hate you and don't want you to have an easy life."
A carriage drove up at the end of the road, attracting Ji Qingwu's attention.
The person riding the horse in front of the carriage was Lanling.
Ji Qingwu waved towards the distance, not caring whether they could see him or not. His smiling face was brighter than the glow in the sky.
Ji Qingyuan glanced at her and then looked away.
Lanling had good eyesight and had already seen several figures standing at the entrance of Ji's house. One of them was a light blue figure who was greeting her happily.
Lanling rode his horse to the window, knocked and said, "Sir."
Ji Changlin lifted the car curtain and saw blood bruises on his plump fingernails, which looked like they were pinched by something.
His tone was not as gentle as usual, and he asked impatiently: "What do you want?"
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