Langyue Pavilion is the highest place in the palace of Qi State. Sitting on it, you can have a panoramic view of Qi State's country, the endless mountains, the slender and winding rivers...all crawling under your feet.
There is no such place in the Xia Kingdom. The Qiujing Pavilion can only have a panoramic view of the imperial capital.
"King Xia, I want to know why you can see Qi clearly by standing here?" King Qi actually stood up from his bed, wearing only a cashmere cloak.
King Qi's appearance is not bad, if his face is not the color of vegetable skin.
When he said these words, I was really embarrassed. I couldn't answer him because your country is too small.
"Prince Qi, tell me." I pretended to be serious and asked.
"Because you stand tall!" King Qi laughed happily.
I lowered my head in embarrassment: "King Qi really loves to joke."
King Qi Shiran sighed, and a cloud of white mist spat out from his mouth. He turned around and returned to the soft cave. A pot of hot water was burning on the hot water stove next to him.
There are two small teacups and a purple clay pot placed on the case.
King Qi used his old hands to make tea for me, his movements were smooth and unambiguous.
Pour the brewed tea and hand it to me.
I took it and he smiled softly at me.
"King Xia is truly a hero in his youth. When he was your age, he was still a prince."
Of course, because the old emperor is immortal, his sons will all be princes. Even the prince will be the same and will always be suppressed.
"King Qi seems to have something in his words." I closed my sleeves to prevent the wind from entering.
King Qi looked at me with approval: "King Xia is really straightforward."
Of course, Xia Yan might not have the patience to blow the cold wind with you here and talk about irrelevant things.
I like to be direct, have something to say, and have something to say. I especially don't like to go around in circles without knowing what the other person is going to say.
"Then Gu will just tell you." King Qi looked at me with a smile: "King Xia thinks, after Gu leaves, who of his two sons will be better as king?"
My heart skipped a beat. No one has ever asked me such a question. If it were me, I would definitely want Qi Xuan to be the king.
Compared with Qi Yao, Qi Xuan is many times better. But King Qi definitely doesn’t just want to ask me, right? How should I answer?
Talking about Qi Yao, if King Qi really listens to my opinion, then Qi Xuan is still dead? But talking about Qi Xuan, if this is King Qi's test, Qi Xuan is still dead.
What should I do to answer cleverly and keep Qi Xuan at the same time?
Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, King Qi smiled and said, "It's okay, King Xia, just say so."
I really want to be able to say it.
Why does Qi have only two princes? How great would it be if there were more choices?
"Prince Qi, don't be joking. How can I allow others to judge the crown prince's affairs? I'm afraid Prince Qi already knows it in his heart." I, who originally liked to be straightforward, started to practice Tai Chi and answered ambiguously.
"I would like to hear your opinion from the king." King Qi's eyes were so dark and shiny that they reflected the white snow, making me afraid to look directly at them.
I was stunned, and suddenly I recalled in my mind that after Pang Xiu's death, the lotus flowers in Taiye Pond withered overnight. I was in a bad mood for those few days, but Xia Yan didn't understand why I felt so uncomfortable.
I said he was cold-blooded.
Xia Yan answered me: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and treat all things as stupid dogs."
