Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

"Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince asks to see you."

"What is he doing here?"

Emperor Yuan impatiently drew a circle on the memorial: "Let him come in."

If Zong Luo watched it here, he would probably have hallucinated the expression on his previous life when he was grading a student's graduation thesis, which was simply carved out of a mold.

Yuan Jia bowed his head, and slowly exited the hall to report.

Zong Hongjiu rushed in impatiently.

"Father!"

With a big smile on his face, he trotted all the way to the desk where the memorial was placed.

"Why are you in a hurry? Reckless."

Emperor Yuan did not lift his head, and continued to annotate the memorial.

The emperor is not easy to show his anger and anger.

But when the three sons who were lost and found came back, the silt that had accumulated in his heart during the year was swept away. The current Emperor Yuan was in a very good mood, and did not care about Zong Hongjiu interrupting his work.

When Zong Hongjiu saw Emperor Yuan like this, he finally felt relieved.

He was favored in the palace, in large part because of Emperor Yuan's laissez-faire.

As long as Zong Hongjiu wanted, Emperor Yuan would generally satisfy him. Although Zong Hongjiu said that he was not interested in studying and practicing martial arts, he still hired the best martial arts teachers and teachers in the Shang study room. He skipped classes and played around on weekdays. At most, he would not interfere. I even called him in for dinner occasionally.

But Emperor Yuan was so busy on weekdays that he lived in Zhanggong almost every day, and even Zong Hongjiu didn't see him very often.

But I heard from other servants that when other princes lived in the palace, as long as they didn't go to school or the martial arts field, they would be questioned by Emperor Yuan. As for dining together, that was never before. As a foil, he is not the most favored one.

In this regard, Zong Hongjiu was curious when he was a child, and even asked other servant-in-laws about it.

"Why does the royal father treat me differently from other royal brothers?"

Faced with this question, the inner servant was stunned for a while.

When Emperor Yuan was young, he was busy fighting on the battlefield. At that time, a pack of wolves surrounded him and was busy grabbing reserves. After the bloody government/// change, the country is full of waste, and I don't know how many vacancies need to be filled. Later, when the empire was gradually stabilized and Emperor Yuan gradually had available people, when there was not such a hurry, the other princes had grown up and could be on their own.

Zong Hongjiu, who was born at this time, took the biggest advantage.

The chamberlain can't say that, your ninth highness, if you put it bluntly, it is still the advantage of being born late, so you can only change the topic.

"His Royal Highness was very quiet when he was a child, which is completely different from now. When His Highness was just born, he was a small group and subconsciously pulled on His Majesty's dragon robe, as if he was reluctant to leave His Majesty. Unfortunately, His Majesty can't hold a child. I was careful and fell, and I never hugged him again. But since then, His Majesty has always brought His Highness by his side. He also let His Highness sleep beside him when grading the memorials, and even built a baby carriage in the Zhang Palace. "

Zong Hongjiu listened, a little envious of himself when he was a child.

When he grew up, he almost never entered the Zhang Palace again.

Zhanggong was where Emperor Yuan dealt with daily affairs. It only dealt with official affairs and never involved personal affairs.

Zong Hongjiu remembered that he wanted to see his father and emperor after he remembered it, and asked his inner servant to take him there, but what he got was a cold reprimand from Emperor Yuan.

Since then, he has never dared to go.

"Who is the emperor who fell?"

The maid thought for a while: "It seems to be the third prince. The third highness did not stay by His Majesty's side for too long. After only a few months, he was sent to Weiguo as a hostage."

"That's it."

Zong Hongjiu played with the Trojan horse idly: "It's so pitiful."

indeed. Zong Hongjiu has seen many emperors, but he has never seen this third emperor.

The Fourth Emperor often took him out to play. No matter what Zong Hongjiu asked the Fourth Emperor to bring him outside the palace, he would find a way to get it for him. Brother Wu Huang was a bit fierce, and when he saw him, he said that he would take him to learn martial arts together. Zong Hongjiu avoided him all the time when he was a child. As for Brother Sixth Emperor, treat him well and often give him some fun things. And the Eighth Emperor is the object of his bullying every day.

Zong Hongjiu thought, it should be the three emperors who are not favored.

Otherwise, why was he sent to Weiguo as soon as he was born?

However, the secret conversation overheard in Zhang Gong, as well as a series of events that happened later, completely subverted his cognition.

But okay. His father was in office, and he rushed in on a whim, but he was not punished. He should have been wrong.

He is the father's favorite prince. Zong Hongjiu told himself this.

Seeing that people did not speak for a long time, Emperor Yuan wrote down on the document again.

"If you have anything to say, don't bother me with government affairs."

Too many things happened in one day today. First, I presided over the Lari Qing Ceremony, and then I was overjoyed and recovered. Under the mood of ups and downs, it is a little difficult to concentrate on reviewing the memorials.

"Father, is the one today really the Three Emperors?" Zong Hongjiu asked anxiously.

The tip of the tyrant's pen left a deep black spot on the surface of the memorial: "You don't even recognize your imperial brother?"

"It's not that my son can't recognize it, it's just that"

Zong Hongjiu clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head and said, "My son has met the Three Emperor Brothers twice before, both not long ago. Once in the palace, and once in the hunting field."

"In the palace?" Emperor Yuan was finally willing to look up from the pile of memorials, his eyes scrutinized.

Previously, he only thought that Zong Hongjiu was lying, but he forgot about it.

Zong Hongjiu felt his father's gaze fell on him, and even though the gaze did not contain much emotion, he could not help shrinking.

He pretended to be calm: "Last time when the Baijia Banquet was held, Erchen saw the three emperors in the cold palace. At that time, Erchen accidentally broke into the palace and wanted to tell the father and emperor about this."

Just now Zong Chengsi sent him back to the palace, and he seemed to have casually chatted with him on the topic of the Three Emperor Brothers on the way, and Zong Hongjiu suddenly realized.

Yes, if Zong Luo really lost his memory, how could he go to the cold palace to support Zong Ruichen before the Baijia Banquet?

What's more, on the hunting ground, he suddenly appeared, and without asking a word, he beat him violently, and it was related to that fool again.

Others don't know, but Zong Hongjiu knows that when the Three Emperor Brothers was still there, he was very precious to that fool, the eighth brother, and he didn't dare to trouble him at will.

In the end, he was still young, and even though his mind was not right, he didn't react so quickly. Now that Zong Chengsi is a little bit excited, he is immediately excited, feeling that he has finally caught Zong Luo's handle.

Pretending to have amnesia, and sneaking into the palace again, what is the purpose behind it, a little smear can be extended to a lot. If the royal father knew about this, it would definitely be a death sentence, and a living crime would be unavoidable.

However, for the sake of safety, Zong Hongjiu still did not tell Zong Chengsi about this and what he had overheard before. Although the Fourth Emperor treated him well, it was a pity that his mother's status was too low, and he couldn't speak at all in the court. Zong Hongjiu never thought of placing his treasure on him.

"What did he do in the palace?"

Sure enough, Emperor Yuan put down his pen, and his voice was not disturbed.

Zong Hongjiu was overjoyed, and quickly added fuel to his jealousy: "Brother Three Emperors, he ran to find Brother Eighth Emperor, and my son just happened to go there for a walk, so he saw it, and he didn't know what they were talking about together, Brother Eighth Emperor. He didn't look like he was usually stupid. At first glance, I thought it was a mistake, but I thought that the third brother was impersonating, so I hurried to find the father and emperor."

After entering the city and entering the palace, everyone saw him and did not come to see him.

Emperor Yuan snorted coldly.

If you don't see it, it's fine, you have to ask me!

Really daring enough.

Zong Hongjiu didn't hear the answer for a long time, and looked up cautiously.

After seeing the tyrant on the dragon chair lift the pen again and continue to review the memorial quickly and smoothly, he couldn't help being a little stunned.

Obviously just now, the father and emperor still looked very unhappy, why didn't he get angry.

"He also hit Erchen!"

Zong Hongjiu was a little anxious, so he said again: "It's not that I don't want to recognize the three emperors, but I saw the three emperors twice, and the emperor beat him twice. Later on the hunting field, I was also A tooth fell out."

The pen in Yuandi's hand kept on saying, "So, you are here to complain to me?"

Zong Hongjiu choked, and fine sweat began to ooze out of his forehead.

There was a sudden panic in his heart, and he always felt that this matter seemed to be getting further and further away from the direction he originally envisioned.

Even the panic seemed to be laughing at the psychological foreshadowing he had made for himself earlier.

But only for a moment.

No, I am the father's favorite prince.

He told himself this, and took a deep breath: "Father, the emperor is the emperor after all. Is it right to bully the emperor based on his age? And the third brother is deliberately pretending to have amnesia, otherwise he will not know it at all."

Emperor Yuan put down his pen heavily.

Zong Hongjiu's heart skipped a beat.

"Where did you learn these words? The fourth child who just brought you back?"

Emperor Yuan's voice couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry: "You don't want to learn, I agree. But I didn't expect you to be with the fourth child, all playing tricks that can't be on the table."

"Father is wronged!"

Zong Hongjiu was so frightened that he immediately knelt down with a plop: "My son just wants to share the worries of the father and the emperor, and I don't want the father to be kept in the dark."

"Share your worries?" Emperor Yuan sneered: "You know what the plan is."

"Do you really think I don't know what you did? If you didn't insist on looking for trouble with Zong Ruichen, would your third emperor beat you?"

Zong Hongjiu shivered: "But Brother Sanhuang is out with soldiers, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child! How can this son be so much younger than him, and how can he beat him?"

"If you can't beat it, then you're going to mess with it?"

Emperor Yuan said lightly: "Since you have done it, you must be prepared to bear the consequences."

Zong Hongjiu felt a chill in his heart.

He was afraid in his heart, but he seemed to be thrown back into the world from the cloud, confirming the answer he least wanted to hear.

"That day in Zhanggong, I heard everything the father said to Pei Xiang."

The young prince knelt on the ground, tears falling drop by drop: "The father and the emperor are obviously partial to the three emperors."

"enough."

Emperor Yuan couldn't bear it any longer: "Your third emperor brother didn't do it overnight. I have arranged so many tutors for you. Although it's not as good as Guigu, it's definitely enough. If you don't want to learn, don't blame your third emperor brother for disciplining you today."

He looked at his youngest son in disappointment: "If you say I'm partial, then don't ask yourself if I can bear my partiality."

To get something, you have to give something.

"I treat you all the same, and I have never criticized you. I have also given you the opportunity and leeway to choose."

His heavy expectations and the future of this country are bound to be the most harsh and bumpy road.

From start to finish, there is only one person to choose from.

"It's your own path."