Zhao Ji put down his jade chopsticks and glanced at the delicacies in front of him, but he had no appetite. He said to the waiter: "Prince Xuan and Prince Zhan Shigeng Nanzhong came to see me. I have something to ask."
At night, Prince Zhan Shigeng Nanzhong was about to leave the East Palace and return to Yuanwailang's mansion outside his palace. Therefore, within a quarter of an hour, Prince Zhao Huan arrived first.
"My son, Zhao Huan, pays homage to my father."
Zhao Ji took a look and realized that he had traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty and took away Song Huizong's body. At the same time, he also picked up a group of sons and daughters.
The handsome, slightly frail twenty-year-old young man in front of me is his eldest son Zhao Huan in this world.
Alas!
Zhao Ji sighed in his heart. Although his original owner Zhao Ji was only thirty-eight years old this year, his eldest son Zhao Huan was already twenty years old. His second son died young, and his third son Zhao Kai was nineteen years old. His ninth son Zhao Gou,
This year should also be my thirteenth birthday.
He calculated that when the original owner Zhao Ji was 18 years old, that is, in the first month of the third year of Yuanfu (AD 1100), he got a huge advantage. His half-brother Song Zhezong died of illness without a trace.
Son, he ascended the throne and became emperor.
In the same year that the original owner Zhao Ji ascended the throne, Queen Wang gave birth to his first son Zhao Huan.
The two memories in Zhao Ji's mind were intertwined. In an instant, he suddenly felt a love for his son towards the prince Zhao Huan who was kneeling in front of him.
Zhao Jidao:
"Get up and sit down."
The eunuch in charge immediately brought a stool for Prince Zhao Huan to sit on.
Zhao Huan was a young man who was deeply influenced by Confucianism. When facing his superior father, he did not dare to squint or look directly at him. He just lowered his head slightly, showing an extremely humble attitude.
Zhao Ji asked: "Huan'er, have you had dinner?"
Zhao Huan bowed and said: "I have already used it."
Zhao Ji asked again: "Have you ever had enough?"
Zhao Huan was surprised and thought to himself: "How come my father, who has been seeking immortality and cultivating Taoism for the past twenty years, is like a common man's father, engaging in daily life with his children? And he still cares about whether I have enough to eat?"<
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Zhao Huan replied in a panic: "I'm full."
"Alas!" Zhao Ji sighed and said, "I have lost my appetite tonight. I wanted to have dinner with Huan'er, but I didn't expect that Huan'er was already full."
Zhao Huan was even more panicked. It seemed that he said that he was full and could not accompany his father to eat, which made his father unhappy.
Zhao Huan hurriedly knelt down and said: "Although I am full, I can still accompany my father for dinner."
"Get up!" Zhao Ji said again: "Huan'er is already full, can he eat more?"
Zhao Huan saw it and realized that it was time to show his loyalty to his father!
My master Geng, the prince Zhanshi Geng Nanzhong, often taught me that I must show filial piety in front of my father in order to keep my position in the East Palace.
Zhao Huan immediately replied: "My son, in order to make my father happy, I can naturally eat more."
Zhao Ji was displeased, pointing to more than a hundred delicacies and more than ten kinds of staple food made from noodles, and said:
"Since Huan'er can still eat, is it possible to take a big bite of every dish and staple food?"
Zhao Huan knelt down in front of Zhao Ji again with a plop, trembling all over and saying at a loss:
"My son, if you take a big bite of each dish, you will never be able to finish it! Please forgive me, father!"
"Alas!" Zhao Ji sighed, shook his head and said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it! It's unbecoming of a prince to be so frightened that you look like this!"