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I read books when I was young, and I can still read all the characters, but I still lack that kind of patience when I write. After only a few days of copying, my writing skills are still not in place, which is really annoying.

As soon as he took a breath, when he was writing again, Fu An rushed in, and the tip of the pen was smashed down, and a piece of ink was stained on the paper.

"Your Majesty and Fang Zhonghou are here, Shijun hurry up to greet you."

Zisang then raised his pen and raised his eyebrows, "It's the son of the king's younger brother, that Fang Zhonghou."

Fu An showed some surprise on his face, glanced at Shijun and quickly lowered his head: "Exactly."

Originally, I really thought that this Shijun was just good-looking, but I knew something about the current situation.

Except for the current county of blood and blood, Fang Zhonghou, who is right next to him, is naturally the rightful candidate. Everyone outside thinks that Shijun is hopeless, and Fang Zhonghou will take the position sooner or later.

Zisang asked people to collect these books, then withdrew his pen and inkstone, and floated around the door of the hall with his hands and feet, but didn't go any further.

Such a young girl was half leaning on the door frame of the palace door, not going in or out, looking down at a man in white and a blue and gray brocade shirt walking up surrounded by palace people.

Duke Qing Xi is quite old, and he roughly understands from the palace population that such a granddaughter who has been homeless for several years has never taken Fan Li to heart.

He raised his hand and pointed to a high place, and said to Fang Zhonghou who was beside him, "That's it, I don't know what benevolence, propriety and righteousness are."

"Girl, she's still young." Fang Zhonghou also said cheerfully, staring straight at the lazy man.

Said she raised lightly, but there was no vain in her eyebrows, she just looked at you honestly, said she was young and ignorant of world affairs, half smiled and half sneered, but it seemed that she had penetrated you inside and out.

When the two of them went up to the front of the palace, Duke Qing Xi still said: "I should at least give you a courtesy when I see your uncle, otherwise it would be too embarrassing."

Grandpa Wang looks good today.

Oh, Zisang lowered his eyelashes at Fang Zhonghou, and said with a smile, "I've seen the uncle."

Ha ha.

Fang Zhonghou nodded: "Sure enough, as rumored outside the palace, he was born in a good shape."

Zisang stretched out his hand to beckon, and Daxue, who was following Jibai, ran forward, raising his head almost to her shoulder.

Such a big silver wolf stretched out its head for the woman to touch, Duke Qing Xi and Fang Zhonghou couldn't help but look at each other.

Anyone with a bit of knowledge knows that wolves are carnivorous and cold-blooded, while silver wolves are even rarer, huge in size, and mostly solitary.

There is a rare beast in front of you, and it is in this palace, so it is amazing.

"How does it feel to live in the palace?" Fang Zhonghou stood in front of Zisang with his hands behind his back.

A man in his early forties, he was well built and looked like he was born in a military general. He had thick black beard and hair, his eyes were slightly protruding, and he had a domineering air.

"It's good, this is the palace."

People who can't get in want to come in, who can say it's not good.

"Hehe, but I heard that Shijun went to the door of that building every day, thinking about going out of the palace."

"It turns out that Fang Zhonghou also likes to listen to those gossips. After all, Zisang is used to being wild. He heard all kinds of good things about Baibi City in the past, so he wanted to go out for a walk."

The two looked at each other from time to time, slowly twisting some knots in their hearts.

"If you really want to go out to play, talk to Uncle, and use my carriage to go out with you, haha."

Duke Qing Xi said hehe: "Now he is no longer a wild child, Shijun's rules still have to be followed, how can he leave the palace casually."

Fang Zhonghou waved his sleeves: "That's so boring. In the last autumn hunting before winter, many officials' descendants will go. Shijun can go to watch the hunting, and maybe he can find a good man. "

Duke Qing Xi just smiled and didn't say much, probably acquiescing.

After Shijun entered the palace, because of his lack of proper manners, he did not know all kinds of court etiquette, so all kinds of interviews and worships were naturally avoided.

In any case, Qiushou is also a rare big festival for the princes and nobles. The royal blood is weak, and it is naturally inconvenient for him to go at a large age. It is also good to let Shijun go to the opening ceremony.

What's more, what Fang Zhong said happens to be that there are many younger generations, and it may be possible to make some connections, and it would be good to recruit a good Sun Xu.

Seeing that Grandpa Wang didn't protest, and even nodded slightly, Zisang agreed, "Then let's see, Uncle Wang must be a good hunter."

"Haha, God Hunter is the current king."

It's a pity that he was brave back then, Duke Qing Xi waved his hands hahaha, and after another round of greetings, Fang Zhonghou looked at the sky and resigned.

Watching Fang Zhonghou go down the jade steps from a distance, Duke Qingxi spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat just now.

Several father-in-laws nearby hurriedly supported Wang Shang into the inner hall and sat down, applying the medicine and smoothing the Qi, and shouting to pass on the famous doctor Luo Zhong.

Zi Sangrao was used to being idle, so he was taken aback by this sudden change. Only then did he realize that Qing Xigong was just trying to smile and try not to speak because he was holding a mouthful of raw blood inside.

The king of a country forced a smile in front of his courtiers.

When Duke Qingxi got better, Zisang Fang sighed and said, "Even if you don't like him, then just don't see him."

I don't like him either, probably because he looks too eye-catching, his eyes are full of sinister aura.

Duke Qingxi's voice was hoarse: "When I led my troops to sweep the world, I called you a lion from the south. Now that the lion is old, the foxes are staring at the crown on it."

The reason why they have persisted so far is because they are unwilling and always want to do a dying struggle.

Duke Qing Xi closed his eyes, and every time he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart throbbed endlessly: "Fang Zhonghou is a talented general, the son of Fang Zhonghou, Gong Qijie is a rare astute person."

Zisang took a bowl of bitter medicine from his father-in-law and brought it to Lord Qing Xi: "That's all right, what are you worried about?"

"But for those who seek power and profit, the common people may only suffer."

Do not understand.

Anyway, wouldn't it be nice if someone picks your burden, why do you always think so much.

Zisang looked at the dying old man, gasping for breath, but refused to easily pass the burden on to others, why bother.

"Anyway, you don't know what will happen to Nanliang in the future, and it has nothing to do with you."

After saying this, Zisang was taken aback for a moment, she always thought that many things didn't matter much.

Saying this in front of Duke Qingxi this time is undoubtedly saying that you are going to die anyway, and if you die, you have nothing to do with Nanliang.

You don't even know who rules the world and whether the people are happy or not.

Duke Qing Xi only shook his head: "I'm afraid you will never understand the widow's thoughts."

How many people in the world can understand the bitterness of being in a high position, he just said: "Fang Zhonghou is a dry man, you'd better have less contact with him."

"I don't like being around people like him."

"In this court, the widows are young and weak, and they are all slowly looking for a new master. There are not many people you can communicate with. Even the widows, the whole court can only rely on the little army in Zhou Zai's hand to survive. Straighten your body."

After all, Qing Xigong still loves such a person, but he hates her and can't do anything. The world is in front of her, and she only thinks that it's none of her business.

Panting heavily, he said some life-threatening matters again.

You are Shijun now, in front of the widow, you can do whatever you want, but when you are taken advantage of outside, you will not have the widow to protect you in the future, no matter how small it is, it can kill you.

Zisang, now our grandpa and grandson are probably beasts in other people's cages. I am too old to move, and you were born not long ago, and you live by the light of the word emperor.

I, Lord Qingxi, if the No.12 king of Nanliang falls, I am afraid that you, the Shijun, will be looked down upon by others. Your father-in-law is a rebellious minister, and you are the daughter of a rebellious minister. Some people like to drag the past so much hold on.

If you ask me what I want to do this time, first I want my ancestors to have a prosperous foundation;

Zisang couldn't listen anymore, and ran to the gate of the hall with his sleeves swaying, and asked the father-in-law with raised eyebrows, "Why hasn't the medical officer arrived yet?"

"It's coming, it's coming." The father-in-law wiped his sweat. The king's coughing up blood is indeed an old problem. Even coughing non-stop, but also panting non-stop.

Ji Bai came up to Zisang fearfully and said, "Your majesty still lets you in."

Seeing Zisang standing in front of him, Duke Qingxi panted nonchalantly: "I can last for a while, maybe until you give birth to a little grandson."

So Zisang laughed, and there was nothing he could do with the old man: "My grandson, I haven't grown up yet, so you're thinking about the little grandson."

"My widow, I don't want to cut off my children and grandchildren, let Zhou...Zhou Zai protect you."

Zhou Zai, the great general of the Southern Liang Dynasty, fought against the enemy with the Nanliang King Qing Xigong since he was young.

"Okay, at this age, I always think so much. No wonder my hair and beard are so white, even whiter than Mr. Qingyang's."

So Duke Qingxi laughed.

His daughters are not very popular, and there are only men under his knees. He did not expect that the last one left in front of him was actually a granddaughter.

She is still a little naughty granddaughter, God always likes to joke.

At this time, Fang heard movement outside the hall, and the father-in-law came to report that it was Luo Zhong, the genius doctor. Zisang looked forward, and saw the old man in plain clothes and simple clothes, and behind him was the little medical officer in blue robes.

My heart instantly settled down.

One was thinking that Grandpa Wang would not feel so uncomfortable when a doctor came, and the other was in a state of confusion, and that person just happened to come.

To her, that person is indeed like a medicine in her heart, warm and soft.

Seeing her made me feel more at ease.