After the prince's mobile phone has wifi, he starts to raise his concubine in the cloud

Chapter 39 A cup of tea

When Xiao Zhiyun was puzzled, one day Prince Qi suddenly appeared on the table and asked the old emperor to abolish his position as prince.

As soon as this matter came out, the palace was sensationalized.

But the old emperor didn't deal with it at all, and even called Prince Qi.

Xiao Zhiyun was also there today.

Prince Qi entered the hall, his body has almost recovered, but he still wears simple clothes.

He wore a light blue shirt, tied around his waist with a blue rope. He didn't wear any decorations, and he only tied his hair with white jade hairpins on his head.

"Greetings to Dad." Prince Qi knelt on the ground calmly.

The old emperor said in a good mood: "Amu is here."

Prince Qi kowtowed, "My son asks father to abolish son's position as prince and demote son to be a commoner."

"It's easy to talk about." The old emperor said indifferently, "Ah Mu, first tell me why I have no reason to abolish you?"

Prince Qi clenched his fists and did not speak for a long time.

The old emperor was very patient and said: "Your notes are clearly written, but I want to listen to you personally."

Prince Qi frowned deeply, he was usually indifferent, only when he mentioned the [-] soldiers, his mood was unstable.

"Can't you say it?" The old emperor suddenly said in a deep voice.

Prince Qi took a deep breath, but was still speechless.

The old emperor said in a relaxed tone: "Since you can't say it, then continue to be your prince."

Prince Qi raised his head, looked at the old emperor and whispered: "Father..."

The old emperor said indifferently: "It is your punishment to ask yourself to abolish the crown prince, not what I will do to you."

Prince Qi frowned even deeper.

Only now did Xiao Zhiyun vaguely realize that the old emperor's failure to deal with Prince Qi was actually Prince Qi's punishment.

The conjectures of the people in the palace and the torment in Prince Qi's heart were all dealt with by the old emperor Qi Prince.

It has to be said that the old emperor had a way with his son.

Prince Qi's body trembled slightly.

The old emperor suddenly laughed, "My son doesn't dress like a prince, it seems that he feels that the things from the past are too outdated, it's my negligence, and I have to reward him."

Prince Qi hurriedly said: "My son has no merits, so I dare not wear fancy clothes."

"You have nothing to dare." The old emperor said in a gloomy voice, "My expectations of you and my teachings to you are nothing in your eyes? Let alone mere fancy clothes."

"Father..." Prince Qi's voice trembled.

Standing aside, Xiao Zhiyun was trembling a little too. The old emperor was going to be cloudy and sunny for a while, so scary.

"Zhiyun." The old emperor's voice suddenly sounded, making Xiao Zhiyun tremble with fright.

She hurriedly lowered her head and asked, "I don't know what orders His Majesty has?"

"Send Amu back for me." The old emperor said to her in a gentle tone.

"Yes." Xiao Zhiyun quickly agreed.

After inviting Prince Qi out, she walked behind Prince Qi.

Prince Qi looks a lot like King Yong, but he is taller, thinner and better-looking than King Yong.

He walked calmly and looked very calm walking.

Xiao Zhiyun suddenly admired him a little, his heart was really strong, if she was in his position, she would have been driven crazy long ago.

Following Prince Qi to Qingchen Hall, Xiao Zhiyun bowed and said, "I will send His Highness here, and take my leave."

With that, she turned to leave.

Prince Qi turned around and said calmly, "Come in and have a cup of tea."

Xiao Zhiyun was about to refuse, but he said again: "You don't think it's as simple as daddy just asking you to send me back, do you? Come in, and go back to make business easier."

Xiao Zhiyun was surprised. Could there be other hidden missions?After thinking about it, she still followed.

It never hurts to have a cup of tea, right?
As soon as you enter the palace, a sense of desolation arises spontaneously.

The Qingchen Hall was cleaned spotlessly, clean and tidy, but it was very empty, as if no one lived there.

Different from the extravagance of the Qingxiang Hall, the furnishings in the Qingchen Hall are extremely simple, the autumn wind is rustling, but the doors and windows are all open, blowing back and forth.

Prince Qi knelt in front of the tea table, slowly cooking the tea, meticulously.

Xiao Zhiyun sat quietly opposite him, watching him busy step by step, without saying a word.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the paper on the desk was blown all over the place. Xiao Zhiyun got up to tidy up since nothing happened.

She hid on the ground and picked up the papers, only to find that Prince Qi wrote Taoist scriptures for salvation.

His handwriting is even more beautiful than that of Prince Zhao.

After she put them away, she pressed them with a paperweight.

The wind blew again and again, and suddenly there was lightning.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid there will be a thunderstorm later, so I'd better go back first." Xiao Zhiyun said.

Prince Qi continued to be busy, and said calmly: "The tea is not ready yet, wait a little longer, I am afraid that if you walk now, you will be caught by the rain halfway, why not wait for the rain to stop before leaving."

Xiao Zhiyun felt a little grassy in her heart, but she still sat down quietly.

After a while, there was lightning and thunder, and it began to rain heavily.

Xiao Zhiyun was surprised, she was really drowned when she left just now.

Prince Qi smiled lightly and said, "I don't have a place to live in the Tata Department, I hang on the pole all day long, looking at the weather, I know there will be heavy rain."

Xiao Zhiyun looked outside, "It's better to close the doors and windows."

"No need." Prince Qi said softly, "This is very good."

Xiao Zhiyun watched the rain getting heavier and heavier, and the wind blew the rain into the house, feeling more and more chilled.

She rubbed her arms, looked at the heavy rain, and wondered when it would stop.

At this time, Prince Qi handed over the teacup.

After Xiao Zhiyun took it, she took a small sip and held the cup, feeling a little warmer.

Prince Qi did not drink tea.

After Xiao Zhiyun drank his tea slowly, he got up and said, "Come with me."

Xiao Zhiyun was helpless, where else should she go?

She followed Prince Qi to the apse, which was Prince Qi's residence.

After entering the apse, Xiao Zhiyun was attracted by the ever-burning lights all over the room, and the doors and windows of the apse were tightly closed.

Xiao Zhiyun followed Prince Qi and walked inward, walking carefully, for fear of scratching the ever-burning lamp.

Prince Qi picked up the oil pot to add oil, and explained: "There are five hundred long-burning lamps here, no matter how many halls there are, there will be no room for them. My monthly salary is all used to add lamp oil."

Xiao Zhiyun looked sideways, there was also an ever-burning lamp beside Prince Qi's couch, he slept here all day after returning to the palace, a place with ever-burning lights.

He must have suffered day and night.

While she was thinking, she watched Prince Qi wipe a tablet after putting down the oil pot.

She stepped forward in surprise, but there was nothing written on the tablet.

But she could also guess that it was a memorial to the fifty thousand soldiers.

Prince Qi wiped it seriously, with a heavy heart, and after putting the tablet away, he burned the incense piously.

There was a futon on the ground, and after he burned incense, he bowed down over and over again.

Xiao Zhiyun quietly watched from the side, watching him repeatedly get up, kneel down, and get up again.

She stopped counting when she reached twenty and just watched silently.

Until Prince Qi stopped worshiping.

"I don't know how to make it up, I can't make it up at all." Prince Qi sighed heavily.

Yes, people cannot be resurrected after death, but Prince Qi is alive and well.

He wanted to die, but Prince Zhao refused.

He wanted to be a commoner, but the old emperor forbade him.

He could only hide in the Qingchen Hall, adding lamp oil, writing scriptures, and kneeling down day after day.

(End of this chapter)