Chapter 16 The Power-Seizing Regent Dad is Ruthless and Ruthless 16
Chapter 16 The regent’s father is ruthless when he seizes power 16
Fuchen asked the housekeeper, "Where is daddy?"
The steward shook his head, "Go back to the princess, I don't know."
Fuchen wanted to get out of bed to look for someone, but everyone stopped him.
"My lord, you have just recovered from a serious illness and your body is weak. It is late autumn now and the wind is freezing. You must not see the wind," the imperial doctor advised.
"Princess." Suiying squatted in front of Fuchen.
Fuchen lay on his back, wrapped in a cloak, and was carried by him to where she wanted to go.
The bedroom is not there, and the study is not there. Concubine Liu doesn't know, and neither does the teacher.
Fuchen noticed that the mansion was a little empty and there were a few attendants.
"Suiying, do you know the number of secret guards in the mansion has changed?" Fuchen asked.
Suiying shook his head, "I don't have that ability. But I know that on the second day after the princess fell ill, most of the attendants in custody were reduced, so I could take the opportunity to run out."
The next day... Fuchen couldn't help but frown, giving up so early.
For a month, Fuchen didn't see the regent. He seemed to have disappeared.
No one knows where he went.
Fuchen shut herself in the house every day to recuperate. The wind and snow had fallen, so she could only lie on the window and take a look.
Just opening the door and a gust of wind can give her a headache and cold hands and feet.
The palace sent many condolences. The prince entered the palace to offer condolences, but was blocked by the dust.
She was angry.
I don't know why I'm angry, seeing that this prince loses a year of his life just by looking at him, and I roll my eyes when I hear the voice.
For a whole month, the regent suddenly appeared in the courtyard of Nuanxiang Pavilion.
Heavy snowflakes were flying down, and except for the dark sky, the rest of the world was white.
Fuchen heard the sound and ran down to open the door.
The moment they looked at each other, the vast sea had changed, and things and people had changed.
The regent stood in the snow wearing a wolf fur cloak, and the snow was flying in the air. His eyebrows and eyes were like splashes of ink, making it difficult to paint.
Fuchen was wearing a red coat, his little hands were lying on the door, staring at people, his eyes misting with tears.
"Daddy!" She whimpered and ran over.
The frozen "sculpture" moved, took two steps forward, squatted down and hugged the person. He put his whole body into his arms, and his cloak blocked the cold wind.
The regent's face was pressed against his face, his unkempt beard rubbed against his immature face. The warm temperature showed his anger, filling the emptiness in his heart.
Tears also fell.
"I'm sorry." The regent's voice was deep and strong, mixed with the wind and frost of mountains and rivers, hiding darkness and blood.
"It's okay. Qianqian is okay." Fuchen's eyes were red and swollen from crying, but he was still smiling, "Qianqian, I can live to be a thousand years old, long live, tens of thousands of years old."
The regent looked at his little Qianqian, tears falling between his teeth. He gently wiped away the tears with his thumb, "Daddy, I'm sorry for you."
Fuchen buried herself in his arms and said in a muffled voice, "No. Qianqian is not good. Qianqian is naughty. He is not a good boy."
The regent picked him up, walked into the house, put him on the bed, and wrapped him in a thick quilt.
"No. Qianqian is the princess I am most proud of." The muscles on the Regent's face bulged slightly, a pair of eagle eyes softened the boundaries, and he smiled and encouraged.
Those eyebrows and eyes are so gentle that all the heaven, earth and stars can accommodate her.
Fuchen laughed accordingly.
With a relaxed expression, he suddenly thought of what happened before, and unconsciously got a little angry. He pouted, "I'm sick, why isn't daddy by my side?"
The regent took off his cloak, changed into a cold suit, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his eyebrows, and did not answer.
Fuchen watched quietly.
The regent thought carefully, "Dad, you are a coward."
The floating dust was unclear. But when she looked into those weather-beaten eyes, she seemed to understand.
Fuchen leaned over, sat in his arms, and asked calmly, "Is daddy gone?"
The regent was silent for two breaths, "I will take the private soldiers to your fiefdom to find the mountains, dig the tombs, and excavate the tombs."
Fuchen raised his head and looked at the beard on top, which looked like a black forest. He stretched out his hand and scratched it, but he was pricked. He couldn't help laughing.
The sound is as clear as a bell.
On a snowy day in the cold winter, it looks like gardenias swaying.
The Prince Regent also laughed.
Heavy topics were lightly brushed aside.
Fuchen didn't ask why he had been awake for so many days and why he came so late. Nor did he think about how he spent his days these days.
I just want to live every day well and spend some quiet time with him.
Throughout the winter, the regent stayed with Fuchen to maintain his health.
His rhythm also slowed down.
We drank various nourishing soups together and wrapped ourselves up tightly in the room.
Read books and copywriting together, and struggle with problems together.
Winter is deep, and many big trees in the yard are covered with snow and have fallen branches.
The regent held Fuchen in his arms and looked up at a big tree.
The big tree is a banyan tree. It has a history of hundreds of years. The trunk is as thick as an ox. The outer bark is rotten and peeling off. The longitudinal gaps are cut into the inside, and the core material inside is visible.
"Qianqian, this tree is dying, how are you going to save it?" the regent asked.
Fuchen looked at the big tree. The branches were bare. It was one of the first big trees whose branches were crushed by heavy snow. The exposed branches were dark yellow and shriveled, with little moisture.
The same is true for the whole big tree. It looks strong and majestic on the outside, but in fact it is hollow on the inside. It can be broken by the wind, and its life is as thin as paper.
At this moment, she thought of herself.
"No rescue." Fuchen said decisively, "The damned thing must die."
The regent smiled, "We must save him."
"Qianqian, this tree is like our country. The wind and snow are like foreign enemies."
"Foreign enemies are waiting for the opportunity. The entire trunk of the big tree has been hollowed out."
"Above the temples, rotten trees serve as officials, and between the palaces and majesties, animals and beasts eat their salary; people with wolfish hearts and dogs are in power, and servile and servile people are in charge of the government."
"The wind and snow are swaying, and the country's foundation is unstable."
"It's a pity that our people in power cannot see this."
"The prince is obsessed with the power of the harem, has a small tolerance and does not have the dignity of a brave man."
"The queen later acted as a weasel, suppressing the concubines and princes in the palace, and pretending to be dignified. After leaving the harem, she was like rain, and was played by the evil ministers headed by Zhang Shangshu."
"Qianqian, I don't have to save him. But then, who will suffer?"
"The world rises and falls, and the people suffer."
"It's me. If I let go and don't tell Zhang Shangshu to kill me secretly, the prince will not care about imprisoning Huanglingkou. All the soldiers and horses I guard will easily let go and feed to the enemy."
"This is what's ahead of us."
"So, we must break through and be strong."
"We are not afraid of the country falling by the wayside, but we are afraid of the unruly king taking over."
The regent looked up at the big tree. Several attendants were chopping down the tree with axes, preparing to break the tree in half.
"Qianqian, remember: my power is given by the people."
"My glory comes from the soldiers who believe in me."
"I can't help but save."
"We must save him too."
Fuchen listened quietly, feeling like a mountain was weighing on him.
She lay quietly on his shoulder, her soft cheek touching his shoulder.
A century-old tree with a hollow trunk. Only a small hole was dug in the trunk. The hole split open, leading to other holes. After a dozen axes, the trunk fell on its own.
The attendants dug deep into the roots of the tree and removed the rotten roots visible to the naked eye.
After one operation, apply fertilizer and wrap it in rags to keep it warm.
The Prince Regent taught, "It's like a big tree that is about to die. If you see a few rotten roots, dig deep and you will see a pile of rotten roots."
"The roots are tangled and entangled, going deep into various places, making it difficult to access."
“If you want to change the status quo, you must cut off the strength and cut off the decay.
"Give it more time and cultivate it slowly."
"Continue to do so, and in ten or twenty years, this tree will die."
"Broken, after a few springs and autumns, the tree will be reborn."
Fuchen nodded in confusion, supporting the regent's decision.
