1127. Chapter 1127 It is already impossible to shirk
"Father, you are in good health now. You don't have to worry about this." Feng Zelin felt very frightened. It came too suddenly and he had no preparation, so he asked him to inherit the throne.
The emperor shook his head and met Feng Zelin's panicked eyes, "Lin'er, my father's own body understands that it can't last much longer. Feng Zhao cannot live without a king for a day. You are the most suitable one for now, father."
I know you don't like political affairs, but someone always needs to shoulder this burden."
Although he had many sons, only Feng Zelin could take on this important responsibility. He felt that if he discussed this issue with Feng Zelin as soon as possible, Feng Zelin could prepare earlier.
It's still too late to start learning and start taking care of yourself.
"Father, my son said something unpleasant. My second brother is more suitable for this position than my son. Why don't my father consider my second brother?" Almost everyone thinks that Feng Churui is the most suitable for this position, but they don't understand.
Why did the emperor just not consider Feng Churui? Could it be that he had a prejudice against Feng Churui?
When Feng Churui was mentioned, the emperor's face became ugly, and he obviously didn't like this topic, but Feng Zelin looked directly at the emperor and refused to let him escape from the problem.
The emperor was angry. Although he admitted that Feng Churui was indeed very talented, talent did not necessarily qualify him to sit in this position. He resisted Feng Churui sitting in this position from the bottom of his heart. He felt that Feng Churui was too smart and would not take the position at all.
He puts it in his eyes. If that's the case, why should he put Feng Churui in his eyes?
"Lin'er, I think Rui'er is not suitable for this position. This position is not easy to sit in. In my eyes, you are more suitable. Aren't you willing? Lin'er, now Han'er's death is uncertain. If you are not willing,
I really don’t know what to do.” The emperor sighed deeply.
The whole person looked extremely old. Feng Zelin frowned, thought for a long time and then said, "I will obey my father's instructions in everything."
"Okay! That's right, Lin'er. From today on, you will share this responsibility for my father. My father believes that you will do a good job!"
He had always thought that his son was smart and had no interest in political affairs. If he had his heart in mind, he would definitely not be worse than Feng Churui.
From now on, he will train this son. There is no hope for other sons. They all know how to enjoy themselves and have no knowledge or skills.
"I have been free for so many years. It's time to do something for Feng Zhao. Otherwise, I will be sorry for my status." Since there is no other way, he can only bear the responsibility.
"Father, I want to try my best to find my ninth brother and Prince Jun. If something happens to Prince Jun, we can't explain it to Dongye." Feng Zelin has already started to think about the problem. This position is really not easy to do and needs to be considered.
There are really too many things. Just thinking about them makes me feel tired.
The emperor nodded, "We must send more manpower to continue searching. No matter how long it takes, we must find him. If he is alive, he must see the person, and if he dies, he must see the corpse!"
"You go down first. Someone will be sent to arrange things for you then." The emperor was a little tired. He was always tired very easily recently. He had too many things in his heart and suffered too many blows.
Fengze walked out and stood at the door for a while, looking up at the sky with a deep frown.
"Third Prince, there is no need to be so worried. The Emperor is still in good health and there will be no problems for another three to five years." The eunuch next to him comforted him.
"Yeah." Feng Zelin responded softly, then raised his feet and left.