Bei Che hadn't slept for twelve hours since his last break. The hand holding the brush felt sore and heavy, and his wrist was extremely stiff. The more he criticized, the more irritated and upset he became, and finally he dropped the brush on the table.
He stood up and looked at the last booklet lying alone on the table, sighed, and picked up the pen again.
No one is here, who can you show your temper to?
The old man is determined to fight to the end, and he must be forced to accept his fate. If he still thinks about relinquishing his identity as the prince, this battle of suppression will never stop.
Throughout the dynasties, they fought to seize the Dragon Throne and fought to the death. Father and son turned against each other, and brothers killed each other. It is not a rare thing. If things go wrong, blood will flow into rivers and the world will be in chaos. Don't be surprised.
What about his family?
The great Northern Emperor Sharjah, who was a generation of great talent, had become tired of the restraints of the Nine-Five Emperor as early as ten years ago, and wholeheartedly wanted to take his beloved queen across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the northern country, and live a carefree life;
Prince Rui, Beihong, grew up outside the country. He was extremely skilled in martial arts, but had no interest in government affairs. He was not happy to be given the title of prince. After attending the court for a few days, he impatiently showed his face to his father and brother.
A lame excuse to never come again;
As for the youngest brother Beilong, let's not mention it. He is just a little kid who is still at the age of playing crazy. He is the youngest among the brothers and sisters. His father has his favorite heir to the throne, so he no longer has strict and strict requirements.
This youngest son, after raising and raising him, turned out to be a child who is naturally optimistic and ridiculous. He loves all interesting things and is bold and willing to try everything. Well, except for national affairs, he will do anything.
OK.
Beihong wanted to cry but had no tears. He was the eldest son. He was made the prince not long after he was born. He was raised as the future emperor since he was a child. As a result, he occasionally wanted to run away from battle. Everyone would look at him with extreme condemnation and contempt, as if he had
If you think this way, you should be criticized with words and words, cut into pieces with a thousand swords, and tortured ten thousand times.
Damn it, I think he is not doing his job properly and has not reflected on himself. If the upper beam is not straight, how can you expect that the lower beam is not crooked? Just kidding!
After putting down the last stroke, Bei Che closed the memorial.
Lu Fei just happened to lead a few young eunuchs in, and they prepared hot water and rice. Then he sent the memorials that Bei Che had processed to various ministries and sent them back to each province without any delay.
He was the prince's companion who grew up with him. After Bei Che came to serve as an assistant in the court, Lu Fei still waited on him. In name, he only had the title of a bodyguard, but in fact he shouldered important positions. However, some things were not
To put it on the table, what he was doing secretly was probably only known to the prince, who had a miserable expression on his face and was immersed in suffering.
Halfway through eating, Bei Che seemed to remember something, raised his head and asked absentmindedly, "Where is she?"
Fortunately, Lu Fei has been with the prince for long enough and is so familiar with it that he can accurately infer the master's thoughts from a tone of voice or a look, "The princess is living a good life in the palace. The servants are careful to do the same and do their best."
Bei Che took two big mouthfuls of rice and said, "Who asked you this?"
A faint smile flashed in Lu Fei's eyes, "I don't understand what the prince means."