Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 508 Lives like a Buddha (1 more)
Of the three in total, two died, and the whereabouts of the last one is unknown.

Song Yuanbao sounded a little desperate at these words, "Is there or is it not?"

Song Wei said: "Actually, it's not appropriate for an illusionist to perform in the palace to add to the fun of the imperial concubine."

Regarding this point, Song Yuanbao thought clearly. Right now, the back position is vacant, and Concubine Qi is the most vocal, but she is also on the cusp. Illusion has been lost for such a long time. It seems a bit strange for her to find all illusionists after her birthday. With great fanfare, the emperor has a suspicious temperament, so there is no guarantee that some bad guesses will not arise at that time.

But Song Yuanbao simply didn't want to disappoint Zhao Xi.

Before he came, he promised Zhao Xi that he would try his best to find the illusionist.

The omnipotent eldest prince in the eyes of outsiders is actually quite pitiful to him, and he can't do whatever he wants. At the age of 15, at the age of fresh clothes and angry horses, he has become a disciplined and disciplined man.

He pushed himself to the limit, whether he could win the emperor's favor in the future was uncertain, but Song Yuanbao knew that once Zhao Xi relaxed himself, he would soon lose the little trust the emperor had in him.

A spotless person and a notorious person make the same mistake, and the effect is completely different.

Zhao Xi belongs to the former. He has a high starting point and has appeared in everyone's sight with a clean white image since he was a child.

And when Zhao Xi's excellence became the habit of most people, the attention from the outside world meant that he could not make mistakes or slack off, otherwise, just a little bit would ruin his reputation accumulated over the years.

Song Yuanbao was suddenly a little annoyed, annoyed why Zhao Xi wasn't an ignorant dude in the past, in that case, he could stop and rest when he was tired, and no one would care how long he slackened, but once he worked hard, it seemed like White paint dripped into the black ink, so that everyone could see it.

While annoyed, Song Yuanbao loved him a little bit, like an old father loves his son.

"Help a theater troupe." Song Wei's voice brought back his son Piaoyuan's thoughts: "The theater troupe seems to be in order, and it is unlikely that there will be accidents."

Song Yuanbao lowered his eyes and nodded absently.

There are many plantains planted in the back garden of Shenbingsi, and the wide green leaves cover it tightly.

Taking advantage of no one, Song Yuanbao asked Song Wei, "Father, can you tell me why the emperor didn't make him the crown prince?"

It was not the first time for Song Yuanbao to ask this question, but he used to be curious, but today, with some personal emotions, it was an extremely strong dissatisfaction that wanted to find a place to vent.

Zhao Xi once told him that the prince will leave the palace when he is 16 years old.

At that time, Song Yuanbao was still holding on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that if the emperor allowed him to be in the East Palace within a year, then he would not have to come out and build another palace.

But now, the construction of Zhao Xi's mansion has already started, and the emperor is still so indifferent. Facing the courtiers' remonstrance, he can always easily expose it.

Song Yuanbao was on fire.

He couldn't figure it out, why?Why?
Even if Emperor Guangxi favors Concubine Duan more, the second prince Zhao Nuo has just learned to walk, he is neither the eldest son nor the eldest son, and he has no talent, so what qualifications does he have to compete with Zhao Xi?
Why does the emperor hesitate to compare Zhao Nuo and Zhao Xi on the same level?
The more he thought about it, the more Song Yuanbao couldn't hold back the fire, as if it was going to burst through his forehead. The veins on his forehead were bulging badly, and his temples twitched and twitched.

The whole person looks like a fireball on the verge of explosion.

Song Wei poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Actually, you don't need to be so limited when looking at the problem. The eldest prince is only 15 years old this year. Even if he is really in the East Palace, apart from the multiple crown prince titles, what do you think will be different from him now? The master who taught him was the Taifu, the emperor's teacher. The one who taught him riding and archery was once a champion of martial arts, and he was given the most secretive department of magic soldiers to manage. What the emperor gave him was already the best. "

"Then what?" Song Yuanbao growled, "He forced himself into such a state. Everyone said he was perfect, but what did he get? It was the distrust of his biological father, and the emperor's hesitation to establish a crown prince! What's wrong with Zhao Xi? If he has the ability to say one, two, three, I'll let him change it when I get back!"

The boy's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and erupted in anger, as if he was the victim.

Song Wei felt that Song Yuanbao was a bit extreme today, and sighed, "When you are angry, it is not suitable to talk about things. You should calm down for a while."

Song Yuanbao clenched his fist and slammed it on the stone table, "I can't calm down! If the emperor doesn't appoint a crown prince, I'll wait for a day. If in the end, he is not the crown prince, then I..."

"how are you?"

"I'm not waiting!"

Song Yuanbao knew that he would assist Zhao Xi in the future, but he only wanted to assist the emperor. If Zhao Xi was not the emperor, he would still assist a bird!
Song Wei smiled in a low voice, and asked him, "If you don't serve me, do you want to go home and find another way out, or do you want to completely hide out of sight and out of mind?"

Find another way out?The whole country belongs to the Zhao family. Even if he doesn't stay with Zhao Xi and goes to other yamen to do business, he is still doing things for the emperor he dislikes. stand up.

But Song Yuanbao has never been someone who likes to escape.

He said angrily, "I don't care, I just want him to be the emperor."

The wayward child's tone made Song Wei shake his head.

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Song Yuanbao came excitedly, and returned to Yutang Palace with his head drooping.

Zhao Xi was practicing swords in the yard, and seeing him listless, he asked aloud, "Didn't you go to the Shenbing Division to find Song Sicheng? Didn't you find out the whereabouts of the illusionist?"

Song Yuanbao lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Zhao Xi put away his sword, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead, walked to the side and sat under a ginkgo tree.

Eunuch Sanbao hurried over to serve tea.

Zhao Xi turned his head, Song Yuanbao was still standing there, he didn't intend to come over or speak to him.

Zhao Xi took a sip of tea, "Are you angry with me?"

He thought about it carefully, before Song Yuanbao left the palace, the point of dispute between the two was the gift for the Longevity Festival.

Song Yuanbao insisted that illusionists enter the palace to perform illusions to please the emperor, but he was resolutely unwilling to use such fancy tricks.

It is Emperor Guangxi, his biological father, who will celebrate the Longevity Festival.

Zhao Xi didn't think Song Yuanbao had anything to be angry about.

When the other party didn't come, he didn't make any more noises. After drinking a cup of tea, he got up and prepared to leave.

"Your Highness!" Song Yuanbao suddenly stopped him, his voice was low, as if suppressing something, "Sorry, I can't find the illusionist."

"You have nothing to feel sorry for me." Zhao Xi didn't turn his head back, "You were the one who proposed to find an illusionist, and you are the one who can't find it now. The illusionist was not in my plan in the first place, so I didn't feel too disappointed. "

Song Yuanbao sighed, and a sense of powerlessness came to his mind.

He suddenly felt like an outsider, unable to help him.

"Any thing else?"

Zhao Xi turned around slowly, his gaze fell on him.

"No..." Song Yuanbao thought of something just after he said the word, "His Royal Highness asked me for the design of the mechanism beast, and I will get it for you."

Zhao Xi stood where he was, looking at him.

The boy's always straight back was a little slumped, as if he had just experienced a catastrophe that he couldn't bear, which broke his long-standing fighting spirit.

Eunuch Sanbao said: "Young Master Song is very strange today, he seems to be a different person. Could it be that he met Miss Ye on the way out of the palace, and the two had a fight?"

Zhao Xi pursed his lips and remained silent.

He didn't know who Song Yuanbao met when he went to the Shenbing Division and what happened.

But intuitively, it wouldn't have anything to do with Ye Ling.

Song Yuanbao was very fast, and took back the mechanism design drawing in a short while.

Zhao Xi took it, without opening it for inspection, and turned his gaze to Song Yuanbao, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yuanbao lowered his eyelashes, "It's nothing, post-exam depression."

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force it."

Zhao Xi put down a word and returned to the main hall.

Song Yuanbao stood upright on the spot. After a while, he looked up at the sky. The sun was scorching hot and the light was dazzling. He felt uncomfortable and squinted his eyes.

He is very irritable now, especially when he came in and saw Zhao Xi practicing sword, he suddenly wanted to rush up to him and yell at him loudly: After practicing for so many years, no one paid attention to him, what an ass!

But he can't do this, because Zhao Xi will definitely say: No matter what I do, it's just for myself, not to please others.

He obviously has ambitions, but he lives such a Buddha, Song Yuanbao doesn't know what to say about him.

　Recommend Ren Dou Chongwen and Shuangwen "Rebirth: The Tiger Girl of Xiangmen"

　　Yang Huan, the Goddess of War, was designed by someone to die on the battlefield, and was reborn on the body of the third lady of Xiangfu.

　　This woman looks sick and delicate, but in her heart she is Yang Huan, a fierce tiger returning to the mountain.

　　As soon as he walked out of the prime minister's mansion, he caused a sensation in the capital, causing all the powerful and powerful to compete for it.

　　She carefully picked up her former enemies among the powerful, paid blood for blood, tooth for tooth, revenge for herself and tens of thousands of heroic souls who died with her.

　　Dongfang Xi, the national teacher of Dawan Kingdom:

　　Being able to pinch and count, and having a handsome appearance, is the prophecy of the gods that the royal family of the Dawan Kingdom attached to.

　　He was the immortal figure whom countless women were obsessed with and dared not cross the threshold, but hanged on Yang Huan's tree by his neck. He was her person in life and her ghost in death.

　　The hero and heroine reunited after a long absence, and the kindness in the previous life... piled up into love love love love love... the kind that I would even be afraid of if I spoiled it.

　　


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