Chapter 19 The Power-Seizing Prince Regent Dad is Ruthless and Ruthless 19
Chapter 19 The regent’s father is ruthless when he seizes power 19
Fuchen sent Zhang Rourou back, called the imperial doctor to help with the treatment, and then left.
The leg bone was seriously injured and he could barely save his life. The leg must be useless.
The future crown princess is already a joke.
Fuchen leaned against the car wall and talked to the system, "We agreed, we just want to see the results."
The system is weak, [it’s up to you].
"The Pretty Princess" has become a passer-by with a broken leg, and it no longer knows what to say.
Simply, its mission is to prevent villains from rebelling. It can only keep out of sight.
Too bad.
When I returned to the palace, I was told by the housekeeper: "Princess, the prince asked you to come back and take this picture and take a good look at it. Think about who is behind Miss Zhang's incident. If you don't understand, circle the outer wall three times."
Fuchen: "..."
Am I not a sick person? Am I not a frail and noble princess? Why am I subject to corporal punishment at all times?
Fuchen looked at the housekeeper expressionlessly and reached out to take the drawing.
Expanded, it is still the situation map of the capital city.
The power of the Zhang family has been limited to Zhang Yanzhi's courtyard and Zhang Rourou.
On the drawing, the royal palace and the residences of various executives are located. On the drawing, many residences are marked with "", indicating executions.
Fuchen looked at the drawings that covered almost half of the area with "", and tried hard to search for places that were not "".
On the street, in addition to the Prince's Mansion, the Taifu's Residence, the New Household Minister's Residence, and the new... residences and offices of newly appointed officials were densely highlighted.
Fuchen looked at one head and two big ones. Rubbing his eyes, the scroll in his hand rolled to the ground, revealing a large area - the palace.
Suiying helped to pick it up, Fuchen waved his hand, opened all the scrolls and put them on the ground, leaned down to look at them, and the situation became much clearer.
Most of the newly appointed officials are people controlled by the regent, which is unlikely.
Then the remaining forces are: the prince and the queen.
Zhang Rourou is united with the prince!
Fuchen smiled happily and ran to the study to tell him the answer.
The regent shook his head, "It's close, but wrong. Failure to accurately evaluate will lead to wrong decisions."
"Qianqian, either don't get involved in the first place, just watch and be on your own. Or you can control things like drinking water and eating, operate freely, and escape unscathed." The regent educated.
Thinking of Fuchen's sensitive mind, I would like to explain in a few words the reason for corporal punishment.
"If you break Zhang Rourou's legs, it's like slapping the prince's face. He hasn't expressed his displeasure with Zhang Rourou yet. If you do this, even if he regrets it, he will definitely stand up for her."
"Our prince is still a prince in name only. His face is the only thing he can hold on to."
The regent stared straight at Fuchen, with some worry in his eyes.
Being impulsive is not a good thing. Even if he knows that the other person is doing it for him, he doesn't want her to do it.
Fuchen lowered his head and remained silent.
"Three circles around the outer wall. Wear more clothes." The regent said, with the folders he was waiting for in front of him and the brush he was holding in his hand.
Fuchen didn't say anything and turned around to go out.
Suiying carried three thick coats to Fuchen, but unfortunately Fuchen couldn't wear them no matter how he put them on.
There are so many clothes on my body that it barely hinders my walking. Putting on more clothes makes it difficult to move my arms.
Finally, Suiying wrapped herself in two cloaks.
The snow is still falling.
Fuchen stared at the patches of snowflakes, his eyes flying up and down.
The densely falling snow flakes blurred the woods in the courtyard into black shadows, and the sky was gray and black, with no discernible clouds.
The moment he stepped out and raised his feet, Fuchen felt like his body was being wrapped around him. It was difficult to walk, like a rag doll, and his limbs were swinging awkwardly.
Even then, the wind and snow still came in from under the cloak, and my legs felt a little cold.
Suiying held her hand and headed up against the wind. The floating dust was covered by a big hat, his head was lowered, and he didn't know the direction. He was completely pulled by Suiying.
The ground is slippery.
Even though the servants had cleaned the ground, there was still snow and ice on the ground.
Fuchen accidentally fell down.
Fuchen knew very well: the regent could feed her, hold her, and pat her on the back to comfort her. But when it came to education, he had nothing to say.
Just like a general in a military camp, you will be punished when you deserve it. There is no inside story to tell or family affection to speak of.
So, she didn't resist.
Walking in the wind and snow, Fu Chen quickly became tired. He was tired, hungry, and had symptoms of fever.
The shadow carries floating dust on its back and moves slowly.
Fuchen knew clearly that Suiying was the same age as himself and had little physical strength. He would definitely not be able to walk while carrying him on his back, so he had to walk by himself.
Dining in the wind and drinking in the snow, we walked from morning to early morning. The last half of the lap was carried back by Suiying.
Fuchen's body felt hot and his head felt dizzy. When he returned to Liuxiang Pavilion, someone immediately fed him the prepared medicinal food.
Fuchen was so sick that he was in a daze. He grabbed the regent's hand and asked, "Answer, the answer."
The regent looked at the red-faced little Ah Chen, who looked like a drunken man, and replied, "It was the Queen and the officials' wives and daughters who did it. Zhang Rourou was just a pawn."
He sat down, covered her with a quilt, patted the quilt, and explained carefully: "It is inconvenient for them to come forward, but Zhang Rourou can. In the name of redressing the grievances of Zhang Shangshu and the future crown princess, Zhang Rourou agreed."
Fuchen listened and finally closed his heavy eyelids.
I still suffered a lot the next day. I felt dizzy, had no appetite, and felt hot all over.
On the third day, I barely felt better, and was ordered by the regent to continue classes.
For half a month, Fu Chen felt dizzy and weak. The military explanations, the origins of famous paintings, and chess moves in his ears were all like annoying flies brushing against his ears.
He was punished by his master for copying, painting and solving problems (setting up Go problems).
Fu Chen, who was in good health and had to stay up late every day to do homework, finally couldn't stand it any longer. He dropped his pen and ran to the study to protest: "Why should I work so hard? I'm only 6 years old!"
Children need to reduce their burden!
The regent didn't take it seriously and said: "All the children in the capital are like this. The royal family is no exception."
"Study diligently when you are young, even if you are a child who is abandoned by your family, your ability to study hard at a young age will still crush everyone."
"For example, Mr. Wei Er, who is idle in the capital, has a sharper eye for treasures than the owner of a pawn shop.
"If you don't have a few words of writing in your belly, can you clearly read the calligraphy and paintings of ancient and modern literati and poets, and can you break the jewelry and porcelain bottles of hundreds of thousands of skilled craftsmen?"
"There is also Zhang Rourou who you look down on. She was just deliberately raised by her father to be simple. She has not been exposed to the knowledge of women in running a house, and has not seen the strife and struggle in the backyard."
"But she is good at playing and singing, and can pick up poems, lyrics, and poems at her fingertips. She is a well-known and talented girl in the capital. These are all things she learned when she was young."
"It's too late to start enlightenment at the age of three or five."
"The normal process is to learn Chinese characters before speaking. If you can speak fluently, the scholar will be asked to go home and teach poetry."
"At the age of two, he touched a knife, and at the age of three, he wielded a sword. At the age of five or six, he was already eloquent."
The regent rambled on, Fu Chen was dumbfounded.
Do you want it to be so curly? I am just a child!
The topic is not over yet.
The regent stood up and pulled out a wooden sword from the corner with many dents on it.
"This is the wooden sword I had when I was a child. I didn't even know how many wooden swords I had worn out at that time."
He took out another folder and threw it to Fuchen.
"This is the comment my master gave me when I was crowned emperor."
Fuchen opened it and wrote: Born as a god, weak but eloquent, young and biased, long and agile, mature and intelligent.
Simple translation: From being smart as a child to being smart as a child.
The regent said, "You have my bloodline, so you have the wisdom to distinguish right from wrong and not fall behind others."
Then he warned, "But if you don't work hard, no matter how good your talent is, it will be wasted. There is a sky, and there are people."
"We stand at the top of power, and we must also match our talents."
Fuchen: "..." She was already confused.
Fuchen: If I hadn't been an immortal for tens of thousands of years, how could I have been so wise?? When she was a child for hundreds of years, she just fished and slept, so how could she have any scheming intentions?
The floating dust that was forced to roll up: woo woo woo.
I am a child because I am lazy.
As a result, children are the most curly. Children in the capital are not the most curly, only more curly.
