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Zuo Huai bowed and replied, "Go back to the emperor, it's the prince."

When Lu Lumeng heard the word prince, his face became serious, and he said displeasedly, "What is he here for?"

"The slave doesn't know..."

"Show him in." Lu Meng lifted his finger feebly and said lightly.

Zuo Huai went away in response, and then entered the Taiyu Hall with the prince.

Before the prince knelt down to salute, he had the courage to peek up and saw his father, whom he hadn't seen for many days, sitting on the couch, with a dazed expression, and his cheeks were as red as drunk.

The prince's heart sank more and more, he kowtowed on the ground in a daze and said: "I see my father."

Lu Meng opened his eyes slightly, glanced sideways at the crown prince, then closed them indifferently, and said, "What are you doing here? Are you here to speak for those censors?"

Under the heavy pressure, the prince dared not answer, and could only answer: "I came here by myself."

Lu Meng groaned slightly, looked at him and said, "You don't need to talk about my affairs!"

The crown prince was speechless, and said submissively: "I just wanted to tell my father that Xuancheng is already on my way back. I wrote to say that I miss my father very much."

Hearing the word Xuancheng, the coldness on Lu Meng's face suddenly melted away, and he said rather dissatisfied: "She still knows that she misses me, but I thought she was playing crazy outside and didn't plan to come back." Although she blamed her, but Hearing the meaning of indulgence in the ears.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "How could Xuancheng forget father, she also said in the letter that she brought back a gift for father."

Lu Meng smiled brightly, remembering where Xuancheng came back from, and asked: "By the way, what happened to Dian Prefecture?" He asked the prince to get up from the ground.

"Shu Shen is very effective in dealing with the disaster victims, and has been widely praised by the people. The disaster situation and epidemic in Dian Prefecture have all improved, and it will soon return to its original appearance. Please rest assured, Father," the prince reported.

Lu Meng nodded in satisfaction, and said: "With you here, I can feel at ease. In the future, you should learn more from the gentlemen, and put the people and the government at heart. I am getting old, and I only want to live for a few days In pure days, I don’t have so much mental energy. These days, I am accompanied by Xianyin, and I often feel that the Dao is faintly palpable, but I am disturbed by ordinary things, so I can’t concentrate. Prince, you have to work harder to share my worries.”

He paused, and then said: "Shu Shen is a useful talent, with Xuancheng bound, he will definitely do his duty for my Dayu and do his best. You can use him boldly."

The prince was not happy when he heard that Lu Meng wanted to rely on him.His original intention was to persuade his father not to be obsessed with the art of immortality, but he did not expect that things would develop in a direction contrary to his own ideas.

Seeing that Lu Meng was in a happy mood now, he found a suitable opportunity and said: "When I was studying history in the East Palace recently, I read the stories of the First Emperor, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and Emperor Taizong of Tang. The books praised their achievements, but my son The minister is somewhat disapproving."

After hearing this, Lu Meng was aroused and asked, "Why did the prince say that?"

"I feel that although they are saints, they are still slightly inferior to my father's martial arts and martial arts." The crown prince said hangingly: "And..."

Although Lu Meng was not overjoyed by his praise, he was in a good mood, thinking that the crown prince had enlightened, and asked with a smile, "And what?"

The prince said: "These emperors through the ages, although they worked hard in the first half of their lives and made great achievements in their political affairs, bringing the country to peace and the people to be happy, but it is a pity that in their later years they mistrusted the treacherous villains and were obsessed with the way of longevity, so that they could not be guaranteed at the end of the year. Later generations lamented."

Halfway through listening to the words, Lu Meng's smile gradually disappeared.After the prince finished speaking, he looked straight at the prince, his brows slowly curled up, and his expression faded.

His good prince was waiting for him here.

He stared at the prince, and his tone was full of calm: "Zulong has great ambitions to rule the world. It is only because of Xu Fu's incompetence that he did not wait for the immortal medicine when he died. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty opened up the territory, what a great emperor, It was wrong to pay Jiang Chong and others. The same is true for Tang Taizong. These emperors failed to achieve immortality in the end because they were delayed by useless courtiers around them. I will never repeat their mistakes. I also hope that the prince Don't imitate the wrong person and drag me down."

The emperor's tone was so flat that his anger could hardly be heard.But his indifferent eyes had already begun to roil with emotion, the prince didn't dare to look directly at him, and even lowered his head, he could feel the sharp knife-like gaze falling on him.

He resisted the pressure like a huge wave, ignored Zuo Huai's silent shaking of his head at him, and begged: "I just want to please my father...the country is the most important thing, and I must take care of my body..."

Lu Meng didn't need to continue to listen, he knew what he was going to say, and said furiously: "That's enough, I don't want to hear it." The tone was so cold that all the middle officials in the hall were terrified.

The prince didn't know where the courage came from, and said: "Father, don't you think that the earthquake in Dianzhou was inspired by heaven?" As soon as the words came out, he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, his whole body was shocked, and he knelt down again with a thud , The clothes on the back were soaked in cold sweat.

Lv Meng laughed back angrily: "Okay! Okay!" His eyes were wide open, filled with anger, he stood up immediately, pointed at the prince, and shouted "Hello!" If you lose your morality, you will be punished by the heavens, so you will punish Wanfang? Hahaha... okay!"

"Then, does the prince think that I should commit a crime and say something wrong in front of all the people? Or does the prince think that he can do better than me, and he can't wait to take my seat?" He asked sharply.

The prince knew that he had touched his father's reverse scales, so he slammed his forehead on the ground, his voice was trembling, and he pleaded guilty: "I dare not! I deserve death!"

Lu Meng didn't listen to his sophistry, and ordered in a loud voice with a flick of his sleeve: "Decree! Arrest all the members of Zhan Shifu in the East Palace and others into the prison, and question me severely. If you understand, who taught the prince to be so disobedient! You—" He knelt down, stared at the prince with gritted teeth, and said word by word, "Go back to the East Palace! If you don't have the will to leave the East Palace, I will definitely destroy you! Get out!"

The prince was as immovable as a mountain, unwilling to leave, Lu Meng became even more furious, and called the soldiers outside the palace to drag the prince down.

Because of the status of the prince, the armored soldiers did not dare to act arrogantly, and politely wanted to invite the prince who was lying on the ground out.

Lu Meng put his hands on his hips and scolded, "What are you doing? Do you want to share the crime with the crown prince?"

The soldiers didn't dare to disobey the holy order, so they took the prince's arms and escorted him out.

The prince let them play with him, his face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even utter a word of apology.

When the soldiers were about to step out of the palace, Lu Meng suddenly stopped them from behind.

Lu Meng narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "When will I admit my mistake, when will I let you out!"

The hall became quiet, as if nothing had happened, needless to say how frightened the little officials in the hall were, even Zuo Huai couldn't help but tremble with fear.

Lu Meng sat back on the couch heavily, clenched his fists, disappointment, anger, superimposed, filling his entire chest, nowhere to vent.

Seeing this, Zuo Huai's footsteps were as if they were rusty, he walked forward slowly, and persuaded politely: "The emperor is careful about the long live body, don't get angry, the prince may just speak indiscriminately for a while..."

"Zuo Huai, you are getting old now." Lu Meng said neither happy nor angry.

Zuo Huai heard the bone-piercing chill in these words, and quickly knelt down, begging: "This old slave still wants to serve the emperor, until the old slave dies!"

Lu Meng snorted coldly, seeing that he had been loyal to him for so many years, he stopped talking.

Not long after the crown prince was banned from the East Palace, it spread throughout the palace and outside the palace, and everyone in the court, civil and military, knew about it.

What a serious crime to be disobedient and unfilial.

I don't know what mistake the prince made that caused the emperor to be so angry.

The ministers who were already harboring ulterior motives became even more eager to move.

Those censors who encouraged the prince to come out to speak before, all felt that the prince made the mistake because of them, felt guilty, and were even more angry with the emperor's moody behavior now.

Literati have been bloody since ancient times. One person initiates and everyone responds.

Immediately, the Yushitai disregarded scruples and their own life and death, abandoned their proud calmness and self-restraint, turned the brush in their hands into a weapon, licked the ink, every word was like a knife, and asked the emperor mercilessly, Do you remember your responsibilities?

They even dared to taunt the emperor by citing allusions in the early court, wishing to throw their wat boards on the dragon chair with all their strength to wake up the chaotic emperor.

However, no matter how excited they were, no matter how the memorials were handed over to the palace like flying snow, the result was nothing but bullshit and no response.

Lu Meng is determined to make himself live forever, and the more quarreled the previous court was, the firmer his attitude.He must succeed, so that these ignorant ordinary people can see clearly that he is the real dragon emperor, different from those losers in the previous dynasty!

Before he summoned the Nine Kings, most of them were in the name of father and son, but now, he simply no longer concealed it, and directly recruited the Nine Kings to live in the palace, and talked with him every day, thinking that great success is expected.

Dark clouds shrouded Kyoto for more than half a month, and one night, snow quietly fell.

Outside the eaves, there was heavy snow with goose feathers, the pond was frozen, and there were no birds and birds.

The Nine Kings held the dust fly in their hands, facing the outer court, sitting cross-legged under the eaves, wearing a thin dark green gauze Taoist robe, but he showed no sign of fear of the cold, closed his eyes and focused, and kept his ears shut.

In the pavilion next to him, just a wall away, sat another person, patiently grinding tea powder with a pestle.

Although the distance between the two people is close, they are not sitting directly opposite each other, and they do not disturb each other.

The person grinding the tea powder seemed unintentional, and said to himself: "Could it be possible that the prince fell because of this blow?"

After waiting for a while, the Ninth King spoke, as if talking to himself: "You have underestimated the favor of my emperor's brother, and the Chinese New Year is about to come, even if my brother does not admit his mistake, the father will not admit his mistake." In the name of Chinese New Year, let him out."

"Then the Nine Kings want to send charcoal in a timely manner?"

The snow piled up on the treetops without a single leaf, and the thin branches that had not yet grown up were finally overwhelmed. With a click, they broke from the roots and fell to the ground, where they were buried by the heavy snow in the blink of an eye.

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The author has something to say: Say no to it, but in the end, everyone likes sadomasochism