Chapter 26 The Power-Seizing Prince Regent Dad is Ruthless and Ruthless 26
Chapter 26 The regent’s father is ruthless when he seizes power 26
The last time we met, she said goodbye with a smile.
In the last letter, he said that he had too much homework and refused to write; the fat cat had disappeared somewhere and refused to come to Nuanxiang Pavilion; the newborn child cried every night and asked the imperial doctor to take care of him from time to time, and was as delicate as a kitten.
The regent looked at the child in his arms, his beloved child, and gently called, "Qianqian."
"Qianqian, daddy is back."
Gently pushing Fuchen's shoulder.
The floating dust swayed with the movements without any reaction.
The pale lips were tightly closed, and the cat-like eyes that were once lively, tearful, or hiding little plots could no longer open the thin eyelids.
Tears flowed down uncontrollably and fell on her face.
The regent could not hide his sadness and declared word for word, "I will not ascend the throne."
"Still be the regent and protect Liu Shi's country."
"Guard your tomb."
The prince outside the room suddenly turned his head and looked straight at the regent on the bed, as if he had seen something incredible.
The regent turned his head and stared at the prince with eagle eyes, his face filled with tears, "But you will never become the emperor. You have given up on this idea."
When the prince heard this, he smiled and said, "Heh."
"Ah."
He smiled fakely, cried when he laughed, and laughed at his absurdity.
Going round and round, in the end, it was all in vain.
Back to where we were.
The prince stood up and walked around aimlessly. It was meaningless where he would be and what he would do in the future.
In the house, the regent hugged Fuchen and cried silently.
With the dust on his shoulders, he raised his eyelids in confusion and said feebly, "Are you crying?"
The regent helped the man up as if he had been electrocuted. Fuchen was breathing hard, his words could not reach the distance of his slap, and he said unforgivingly, "It's rare to see you cry, so I have to take a look."
The regent burst into tears and smiled, "Look, look at it." The last tears in his eyes were squeezed out.
The regent looked at the swaying child and felt it was unreal. He touched his face with his big hand.
The little head on the hand closed its eyes, nestled in the palm, and rubbed it gently.
The intimate movements were gentle, but very real. They were like silk covering a sinking heart.
The regent hugged Fuchen tightly, "I watched you grow up. Let's grow up well and be healthy."
"Yeah." Fuchen responded.
In my mind, the system said, [The villain is detected and automatically gives up the rebellion, the mission is completed.]
[The host chooses to stay in the world, and the system will gradually restore the impact of punishment. 】
After that, Fuchen lay there for a long time.
From the cold and windy September to the snowy December.
Every day, she needs to wake up and drink various tonic decoctions. She has half-day classes in the afternoon and no homework. The rest of the time is used to rest and recover.
During this period, the regent sent troops to encircle and suppress the Beijiang troops in Chengzhou, replacing the prince's men in Yongzhou.
The prince's collusion with the enemy was suppressed. This kind of thing spread and affected the dignity of the royal family.
The prince is still the prince, but everyone knows that it is only in name. No official girl in the capital is willing to marry the prince.
Since then, the prince has been living in a state of drunkenness and debauchery, without caring about government affairs.
With a stroke of his pen, the regent assigned Zhang Rourou to the prince as his wife and threw Zhang Zhizhi into the prince's mansion.
Zhang Rourou was powerless and her legs were broken by Princess Qianqian, leaving her disabled.
The prince had known that Zhang Yuzhi wanted to rebel and become the emperor, and Zhang Rourou was just a pawn to seduce him. Therefore, the prince had no good impression of Zhang Rourou.
Zhang Rourou's legs were disabled and her temperament changed drastically. She became cold and untrustworthy. The prince spent a lot of time drinking and drinking. Zhang Zhizhi exposed his true nature. From time to time, he would suggest Zhang Rourou to seduce the prince, and persuade the prince not to give up and keep going.
The Prince's Mansion was smoky and lively.
The regent, on the other hand, was busy with government affairs every day, experiencing corruption incidents, bandit rebellions, defense of the northern border, palace mutiny, empty treasury, and many things waiting to be done.
There were not enough newly admitted Jinshi last year, so this year another scientific examination was held to select civil and military talents.
In the palace, Fuchen was only busy recuperating from his illness, while Concubine Liu controlled many things without any problems.
Concubine Liu told her: Concubine Wang was crazy.
The bones recovered from the palace walls were buried in the mausoleum, and the king's concubines were not allowed to worship them.
Looking back on the day she was kidnapped, Fuchen knew that even if she was threatened alive and well, the regent would still shoot the arrow without hesitation.
He can choose to give up the throne, but he cannot be blackmailed.
If you give up the throne, the supreme power will still be in your hands, the country will not change, the people's well-being and prosperity will not change, and the thousands of soldiers and horses in the north will not change.
Being kidnapped, the country is overturned, the country is weak and the people are in decline, the northern border will be retaliated by Beijiang and abandoned by the prince.
Therefore, the regent cannot be blackmailed.
He also went to avoid this situation. All the remaining secret guards in the mansion were placed on her.
She goes in and out of the middle palace, but the queen will not touch her in exchange for benefits.
She fell ill and the prince asked the imperial physician to treat her, but there was still no need to show up.
It was not until the siege of the city that the secret guards appeared in order to avoid being kidnapped by the anxious prince.
Because of this, the interior of the Prince Regent's Palace was empty, and Xizuo, who had been buried in the palace by the Queen and had not been touched for ten years, took away the young master.
The concubine knew that it was the floating dust that stimulated her madness.
Before the Spring Festival, Fuchen went to the yard of the concubine Wang. She was supported by Suiying and walked to the door step by step.
The royal concubine in the room was being fed quietly. When she saw the floating dust coming in, she suddenly threw the bowl, grabbed the fragments and rushed forward, "I'm going to kill you! You are the God of Plague! The God of Plague!"
Follow the shadow and draw your sword to protect you.
In the past three months, Suiying has become sharper with experience, like a sharp stone that knocks whoever he catches.
The king's concubine is not afraid of the big sword, and there are only petite floating dust in her eyes.
Seeing that the woman was unable to catch anyone, Wang Concubine threw herself on the knife with all her strength. Blood spurted from the blade, and Wang Concubine opened her mouth wide, speechless, and the light in her eyes fell.
Fuchen stared at the people on the ground. Blood was flowing and staining the soles of his shoes.
The skirt on her body was also splattered with a lot of blood.
"Princess, I'm sorry." Suiying apologized and knelt down to wipe her skirt.
Fuchen: "Nothing." She has never been clean.
Trapped deep in the jungle of the imperial capital, no matter how well protected she is, there is still a lot of karma on her hands, and there are people's fate and karma.
In the evening, accompanied by the Prince Regent, we had New Year's Eve dinner together.
"Dad, will you blame me for my little brother's matter?" Fuchen asked.
The regent gave her some meat, bowed his head and said, "No matter who is standing on the city gate, they will be sacrificed."
This was his helpless choice.
So, you can't look back.
Fuchen lowered his head and said nothing. This was a dull topic.
On New Year's Eve, there was a salute and the sound of firecrackers outside.
Fuchen looked outside the house. It was a new year and a new atmosphere. Every family was wishing for blessings and good luck.
She laughed and raised her glass, "Happy New Year, Dad, I wish the country peace and prosperity, and I wish you a long life."
The Prince Regent smiled and raised his glass, "I wish my family thousands of people good health and a long life."
Clink glasses and drink tea together.
After dinner, the Prince Regent stayed up late with his arms in his arms. The moon and stars were sparse outside the window, and the weather was fine. There was a bright future.
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