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Chapter 688: Chilling

Although Fang Zhen has now lost his favor and seems to have no future in the eyes of others, based on his understanding of the emperor, he is not really annoying himself by ignoring him at this time, or maybe he really doesn't care about the emperor.

My health is getting worse.

I'm really annoyed. He will end up like Luo Pei before. The prison is just a place to recuperate.

What about the son of Marquis Huaifeng?

Luo Pei was once the right-hand man of the King of Shu. He was a high-ranking water-control minister in the imperial court. He was not just a cat or a dog. Didn't he go to jail because he was angered?

In the past two years, the emperor has become more and more arbitrary and his temper has become worse. When he was young, he might have listened to the advice of his ministers. Now, if anyone dares to block the emperor's enthusiasm, he may be dragged away directly.

If you are charged with a crime, you will have to go to jail.

However, he finally restrained himself and would not kill anyone who was angry.

This is a long way to go. This time, the King of Qi took action to slap the face, assassinate the generals, and strengthen the palace guards on behalf of the prince's palace. But it was a matter of course, it was a matter of course.

Not only the entire government and the public will understand, but the emperor will also understand.

Fang Zhen suddenly realized why he felt something was wrong just now.

It’s this feeling of things coming naturally and flowing smoothly.

"Is this Qi or power?"

Fang Zhen was really shuddering. In terms of Qi, Wang Dai had great luck and was in harmony with everything. In terms of power, he had to be promoted to the realm of "everyone" to have such a natural feeling.

Either way it's terrible.

The king is only eighteen years old!

"Go and inform them, saying it's my order, and let them publicize among the people that the Prince's Palace is recruiting martial arts instructors, and hold a martial arts competition at Yulinwei. Anyone can participate. Remember, it's private.

Don’t reveal your identity, understand?”

Fang Zhen stopped himself from thinking. It would be too dangerous to continue thinking. He said to the young servant in front of him.

In the eyes of people in the mansion, he is no longer as good as a phoenix. In fact, he just looks miserable. Except for the leg injury that may have left a root, he still has contacts and military power. Even if he is dismissed from his post, with his many years

His management would not really be useless, not to mention that the emperor completely ignored him and still held his official position.

The young servant nodded: "Please don't worry, sir. I'll take care of it now."

Early the next morning, the gate of Prince Dai's Mansion opened, and a car drove out.

From the specifications of this cart, it can be seen that it cannot be used by anyone other than Wang Jue. The interior of the cart is more comfortable. Maybe this cart is not the most luxurious in the capital, but it must be the most comfortable cart in the capital.

The first time Su Ziji rode an ox-cart, he felt the "terrible" means of transportation in this era. A means of transportation like an ox-cart did not move very fast, but even so, it took a little longer to sit inside.

No one will feel comfortable.

Under the control of the wild Taoists, the palace's business expanded further and became larger. Some of the things Su Zi asked to look for in the early days were gradually sent to the capital and used in the renovation of the oxcart carriages.

People who don't know how to do it won't feel any difference at first glance, but if you actually sit on it, you will find that the experience of riding in an ordinary oxcart is countless times better than that of an ordinary ox cart.

But even in such a comfortable ox cart, Su Ziji, who was wearing full imperial robes and going to the palace to pay homage to the emperor, still felt uncomfortable everywhere.

With the slightest movement, the crown on his head would jingle with beads. Wearing the royal robe with three layers inside and three layers out in the summer is definitely a torture-like "enjoyment". Fortunately, it's not summer yet, and Su Ziji can only sit on it at most.

After being in the car for a while, I felt a little bored.

He opened the corner of the car curtain with his hand and looked out. Due to the protection of the knights on the left and right, the vehicles on the passing streets stopped on both sides to make way for the car. The passing people even stood on the roadside and looked at the driver curiously.

Su Ziji has good hearing and can hear words such as "This is the acting king!" "son of the prince" and "noble person". It can be seen that his previous title of king should have made him a very popular celebrity in the capital.

When he arrived at the palace gate, he was greeted by armored soldiers and eunuchs. When Su Ziji got off the ox cart, he knelt down.

"Everyone, get up." Su Ziji took a look and said.

The leading eunuch bowed his waist and laughed along with him: "I have been ordered to come to greet the king, but the emperor is impatient to wait."

As he said this, Su Ziji couldn't help but want to look at the sun in the sky. Today was not the day to go to court. He went out the door just after the sun had set. When he arrived here, it was only Chen time, so it was not too late.

When they arrived at the entrance of the palace, the eunuch went in to report, and Su Ziji stood outside waiting. After a while, he saw a figure hurriedly came out and saluted Su Ziji: "I have seen His Highness the King of Dai!"

"Eunuch Zhao, how is your recovery from your injury?" Su Ziji asked.

It was none other than Eunuch Zhao who went to kill the big demon with Fang Zhen, but failed and was injured.

At this time, one of Eunuch Zhao's arms was hanging on his chest with a cloth strip. There were also scratches on his face, which made him look a little miserable.

Su Ziji's question made Eunuch Zhao blush slightly, and he smiled: "The old slave's injury is not serious, it is just a minor injury. I have not yet congratulated you on the title of king."

This kind of behavior is common to all eunuchs who have been in the palace for a long time. Su Ziji didn't take it seriously and just smiled: "It's not too late now."

While talking, the two of them walked inside.

When I arrived at the main hall, I saw a man in yellow robe sitting over.

Su Ziji suppressed his smile and saluted solemnly. In the past, when Su Ziji was in a white body, he thought this was just a showmanship. Now he realizes that not only etiquette is necessary, this solemnity also comes from the heart.

Those who are ignorant are fearless, those who know deeply are afraid of themselves. Only those within the system understand the horror of imperial power.

"Thank you, Sun Chen. Long live, long live, long live."

After waiting for a while, the emperor did not call out. Su Ziji could only continue to salute.

The emperor looked in a trance as he looked at the young man in front of him who was thanking him. When Su Ziji walked in from outside the palace just now, wearing a royal robe, the emperor was in a trance, as if he saw his favorite son Ah Fu.

When Su Ziji came and saluted, he could see clearly that it was not Ah Fu, but Ah Fu's son, but the feeling that he had seen the former prince still did not dissipate.

This feeling is very mysterious. It cannot be said to be surprise, pain, confusion, annoyance, panic, or even a nameless resentment.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing this, Eunuch Zhao could only lower his voice and give a gentle reminder.

The emperor finally came back to his senses, coughed, and said slowly: "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Su Ziji stood up and stood there with his head bowed.

This honest gesture made the emperor couldn't help but look deeply at it. Thinking of the information that had just been sent to him, he deliberately waited for the king to complain to him.

But then Su Ziji answered the questions respectfully and did not mention the fact that he was killed by an assassin before and entered Prince Dai's Mansion. Was he planning to swallow this mute down?

The emperor was a little unsure about what Dai Wang was thinking, so he planned to wait and see what happened, so he slowly said: "Dai Wang, you are the prince's son, and I love him, but it's a pity..."


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