"Who once said that princes are surrounded by many warblers and do not miss Shu every day? Stand up and I promise not to beat him to death."
Beside the fish pond in the imperial garden, Zhao Hongrun, the eighth prince of the Wei Dynasty, sighed quietly.
It’s no wonder that he was angry, because during the fourteen years since he was born in the Wei Palace, except when he went to the harem to visit the concubine who was his adoptive mother, where he could see a palace maid named Shui Lingling from a distance, during the rest of the time, Zhao Hongrun didn’t do anything at all.
Can't see anyone else of the opposite sex.
Legend has it that the prince's daily life is served by beautiful maids with watery eyes?
Ah bah!
Zhao Hongrun wished he could spit on the face of the person who said this.
You must know that not to mention his Wenzhao Pavilion, even other princes do not have any maids in their dormitories. This is the ancestral system of the Wei Dynasty.
Every day, he either faces a group of shrill little eunuchs or a group of burly and muscular clan guards. This has made Zhao Hongrun worry about whether his aesthetics will change strangely over the years.
You know, some young eunuchs are really extraordinarily handsome and have fair skin...
Bah bah bah!
Zhao Hongrun quickly drove that dangerous thought out of his head.
Everyone in the world thinks that the prince is good, but it is difficult to be the prince. Zhao Hongrun did not say this casually. You must know that the Wei court has implemented strict elite education for princes in the past dynasties, and ordered all princes who are over six years old to go to the palace to learn.
He had to study at dawn every day and only got out of school at dusk. Thinking back to this day, Zhao Hongrun really can't imagine how he survived all these years.
But after eight full years, he couldn't stand it anymore.
In his eyes, this palace is simply a combination of a prison and a monk's temple. It is depressed, aggrieved, and boring. If possible, he would rather be a commoner than stay in such a place without freedom.
Zhao Hongrun's only pleasure in these years was to look at the beautiful palace ladies from a distance when he went to the harem to visit his adoptive mother, Concubine Shu. Otherwise, his eyes would really be spoiled by those handsome little eunuchs and the powerful and powerful clan members.
The guards were blinded by the smoke.
It is a pity that even if he is a prince, even those pretty palace maids would like to serve him in their hearts. However, the Wei palace has an ancestral system that strictly prohibits the palace maids from contacting any prince who has not left the palace.
, the prince went to the small black room of the clan to reflect on his faults, and the palace maid who violated the ban was directly killed.
Therefore, no maid in the palace dared to approach a prince like Zhao Hongrun who had not left the palace. At most, they looked at him curiously from a distance, but fled in panic for fear of being seen by other maids or eunuchs.
"What kind of day is this!"
With a long sigh, Zhao Hongrun flipped the grilled fish in his hands in the campfire.
Huh? Where did the bonfire come from in the palace?
This is a good question.
Just as Zhongshu Youcheng Yu Ziqi reminded the Emperor of Wei, the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun was not a master who was willing to suffer losses.
After eight years of hard work, he finally waited for the opportunity to leave the cabinet early. How could Zhao Hongrun let it pass?
It is said that a son is better than his father. Although Zhao Yuanci and Zhao Hongrun did not have much contact, they were father and son after all. The Emperor of Wei had almost understood Zhao Hongrun's character.
Yes, Zhao Hongrun has already thought about it. Once he leaves the palace and establishes a house, he will definitely not stay in the palace anymore. From then on, it will be like a fish returning to the sea and a tiger returning to the mountain. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. At that time, wherever he wants to go, he can go.
You can play whatever you want. This is what the word Xiaoyao means!
But who would have thought that as the father of the mighty Emperor Wei, he would break his promise and not allow Zhao Hongrun to leave the cabinet. He even sent a group of imperial guards to force Zhao Hongrun's Xiaoyao Pavilion back to Wenzhao Pavilion.
Perhaps the emperor of Wei's original intention was to reprimand his son, but in Zhao Hongrun's eyes, this matter undoubtedly became a provocation.
War is coming!
The emperor will do it on the first day of junior high school, and the prince will do it on the fifteenth day of the lunar month. It all depends on who can't bear it first!
The grilled fish in his hand gradually gave off an alluring aroma as it was roasted by the campfire. Zhao Hongrun sniffed it with his nose, showing an intoxicated look on his face.
"Want to try His Highness's craftsmanship?" Zhao Hongrun asked Zongwei Shen Yu beside him.
"No, no need, Your Highness, you should keep it..." Shen Yu swallowed his saliva and said humbly.
Shen Yu was not being polite, the key was the origin of the grilled fish in Zhao Hongrun's hand.
That was a golden carp, also called a golden-scaled catfish. It was a local tribute to the Emperor of Wei. It was kept in the fish pond in the imperial garden of the imperial palace. It was one of the favorite ornamental objects of the Emperor of Wei. The huge palace, No one has ever dared to do anything wrong with it, but today, the audacious eighth prince Zhao Hongrun ordered his subordinate Zong Wei to capture it from the pool and barbecue it grandly by the pool.
The golden-scaled tail is the most precious tail fish in the world. It is a tribute from the emperor. Even if Shen Yu had ten courages, he would not dare to bite it.
Unable to bear to watch the most precious fish in the world being chewed into Zhao Hongrun's mouth, Shen Yu quickly lowered his head, and inevitably saw the bonfire again.
The bonfire made of split bamboo trunks burned cracklingly and emitted incredible fragrance.
Unbelievable?
No, no, no, this is natural!
Because the ones used as firewood are the two most precious bamboos planted in the imperial garden. The bamboo with purple trunk is the famous purple bamboo, and the bamboo with black spots on the trunk is the world-famous tear bamboo. It was one of the favorite ornamental objects of the Emperor of Wei Dynasty.
"Hey, you guys, move quickly."
After devouring a golden carp, Zhao Hongrun threw the fish bones on the ground and said to the sect guards who were fishing by the pond in the distance: "Speed up and try to clear the pond before the father comes to inquire." All the fish were caught.”
Those Zongwei who were fishing almost fell into the pond when they heard this.
"Your Highness, isn't it too much?" Mu Qing walked up to Zhao Hongrun carrying a fish basket and persuaded with a stern expression: "Your Majesty is your biological father, and you are His Majesty's biological son. If there is a dispute, this……"
"What's wrong?" Zhao Hongrun glanced at Zongwei Mu Qing and snorted: "He took off the plaque of my Xiaoyao Pavilion. This is a declaration of war! You let me pretend that nothing happened. Happen? I tell you, it’s impossible! Unless he allows me to leave the cabinet, this war will not end!”
All the sect guards looked at each other and sighed silently: Accept your fate, it is our fate to have such a prince on the table.
"Come on, come on, all the fish you caught will be grilled for me, and you can't hide any of them!"
Zhao Hongrun invited all the guards to grill fish. Although the guards knew that stealing fish from the fish pond in the palace was a serious crime, they had no choice but to call them the guards of His Highness.
This group of people were grilling fish here in a grand manner. The eunuchs who had passed by had been horrified and hurriedly reported this matter to Chuigong Hall.
At this time, Zhao Yuanxi, the emperor of the Wei Dynasty, was reviewing chapters with three ministers in the palace. Suddenly, a middle-aged eunuch rushed in, kowtowed to the ground and exclaimed: "Your Majesty, something bad has happened!"
"What?" Zhao Yuanci was slightly startled, subconsciously thinking that something big had happened.
I saw the eunuch panting and saying: "Your Highness the Eighth, it's His Highness the Eighth..."
"Tell me slowly. What happened? What happened to His Highness the Eighth Prince?"
Once he heard that it was about the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun, Zhao Yuansi suddenly became a little clearer.
In fact, the Emperor of Wei also guessed that his son would never give up and would definitely cause some trouble. However, I am afraid he never expected that his son would have the courage to prepare to watch his favorite fish in the fish pond. Catch them all with golden scales and tails.
"Your Majesty the Eighth Prince, he was grilling fish and eating it by the fish pond in the imperial garden..."
"oh."
This was nothing. Zhao Yuansi's tense nerves relaxed again, and he thought to himself: What's the fuss about grilling fish? That boy is angry now. As long as he doesn't set the imperial garden on fire, I will let him go.
After thinking about it like this, Zhao Yuansi was about to continue reviewing and approving the seals, when suddenly his heart sank for no apparent reason, and he slowly turned his head towards the eunuch.
"What kind of fish did he...grill?"
"Golden scales and tail!" the eunuch said eagerly.
The Emperor of Wei took a breath of air and suddenly felt that the veins on his forehead were tightening: "Bake... how many strips did you bake?"
The eunuch hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said, "There are fish bones everywhere."
The Emperor Wei's heart suddenly became cold.
"This traitor... is so cruel! He actually... vented his anger on my favorite golden scale tail?"
Zhao Yuanxi felt his heart tightening like a heartache. He couldn't care about approving the seals, so he quickly put down his pen and walked quickly towards the imperial garden.
The three Zhongshu ministers and the eunuch Tong Xian looked at each other, and they all knew something was wrong, so they quickly followed.
Hurrying to the Fish Viewing Pond in the Imperial Garden, the Emperor of Wei saw his naughty son grilling fish in a dignified manner by the pond.
Looking at the fish bones everywhere, the Emperor of Wei was so distressed that he almost vomited blood.
But when the Emperor of Wei glanced at the bonfire, he suddenly felt that his eyesight was dark.
"What a treacherous son! What a treacherous son! ... He is so vicious!"
The emperor of Wei was heartbroken and bleeding, but he was the emperor of Wei after all. He could not ignore the etiquette left by his ancestors and rush up to slap his disobedient son twice.
So, he walked up with a dark face.
Behind him, Tong Xian, He Xiangxu, Lin Yuyang, and Yu Ziqi also arrived. When they saw the scene in front of them, their faces were stunned with shock.
"Your Majesty is here!" Tong Xian shouted in a high voice to alert the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun and his gang.
After all, these people were so busy grilling fish and catching fish that they didn't realize that the Emperor of Wei had arrived.
"Father?" It seemed that he had just seen the emperor of Wei Dynasty, the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun, with a surprised expression on his face. It was impossible to tell that he was holding back his resentment towards his father.
"Why are your father here? Hehe! It's better to come early than to come by chance. Your Majesty has just grilled a fish. If your Majesty doesn't mind it, how about you try your craftsmanship?"
Zhao Hongrun smiled and brought a fragrant grilled fish to the Emperor Wei, showing two small tiger teeth, which was very cute and lovable.
However, the Emperor of Wei probably did not think so.
"This guy is simply an evil spirit!"
Looking at the fragrant grilled fish presented to him, and then thinking that the origin of this fish was his favorite golden-scaled tail, the Emperor of Wei trembled with anger.
Whether it was the emperor or the people behind him, they clearly realized at this moment that the His Highness in front of them was by no means a kind-hearted person who was willing to suffer losses.
"He did it on purpose..."
Seeing that the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun was smiling all over his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, the three secretaries felt their scalps were numb.
Yesterday, the emperor took off the Xiaoyao Pavilion plaque belonging to the eighth prince Hongrun.
Today, the Eighth Prince burned the harp and boiled the crane, destroying three of the Emperor's favorite ornamental objects.
Yes, this is naked revenge!
As the three Zhongshu ministers expected, this father-son war has become out of control.