The Sims: The Emperor Raising Project

Chapter 193
Zhao Ji's current appearance is like a pissed off daughter-in-law, begging her husband to take pity on herself because of her hard work and lack of credit for many years.

However, when Liu Bian, who is as hard-hearted as a stone, looked coldly at Zhao Ji's extremely sad face, there was only a trace of indifference in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Liu Bianwang's gaze towards Zhao Ji seemed a little hollow, he didn't speak for a long time, but quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

After a long time.

Liu Bian let out a long sigh of relief, and a relieved expression appeared on his face, he successfully convinced himself.

"I am just a passer-by here, so why should I care about the honor and disgrace of the Song people? After returning to Xiangyang successfully and handing over the task to the simulator, I will leave this land of right and wrong, and I will stop worrying about these things with him It's a meaningless thing." Liu Bian thought so.

Although Liu Bian thought so, he couldn't say that out of his mouth. He had to show a dignified appearance in order to maintain his positive image.

Liu Bian suddenly smiled gently, walked forward, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Zhao Ji's eyes, and said in a warm voice: "I already know your intentions, so according to my father's words, after returning to my homeland successfully, I will not make any long-term plans. Late."

Yuwen Chengdu and others couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, Gao Chong frowned, and said worriedly: "There may be a little room for improvement in this matter, do you want to fight for it again?"

Liu Bian shook his head helplessly, deliberately showing a look of extreme grief, and said with tears in his tiger eyes: "Even if I don't want to, but in the face of my aging father, I really can't refuse his request with words. , I can't let him grow old and have nowhere to rely on, let alone let him look at his homeland and never return, everyone in the world says that fallen leaves return to their roots, but as a son of man, how can I let my father and emperor die in a foreign land?"

Looking at Liu Bian, who is full of acting skills, Zhao Ji suddenly felt ten thousand muddy horses galloping past his body. He comforted himself in his heart with a confused face: "Don't bite if you have too many lice, and don't worry if you have too many debts. Let me continue to suffer from being bullied by other races, even if I bear this eternal infamy for the emperor, what's the problem?"

"He is my son."

Zhao Ji thought about it, and suddenly hugged Liu Bian, and the father and son hugged each other and cried in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Yu Wencheng quickly turned around silently, showing a look of no evil.

Seeing this, Gao Chong and Zhan Zhao grinned in unison, and then imitated the example, turned around one after another, and stopped watching the emotional drama jointly performed by Zhao Ji and his son.

After a long time.

Liu Bian reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes lightly. Seeing that he couldn't squeeze out any tears, he pushed away Zhao Ji, whose tear glands had collapsed and tears kept flowing like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, pouted with disgust on his face. Said: "Okay, stop quickly, it's not embarrassing for a person of his age."

Seeing that Liu Bian turned his face faster than turning a book, Zhao Ji sniffled his nose vigorously, and said aloud: "I am getting older, thinking of all the things here, I suddenly feel sad and inexplicable, and it is difficult to control my emotions."

"It's all right, stop it, don't talk to me like this, I won't listen."

After Liu Bian finished speaking, he immediately left Zhao Ji, took Yuwen Chengdu and others, turned around and walked towards the sweat tent.

Zhao Ji saw that Liu Bian left him again without hesitation, turned around and left, so he let out a long and helpless sigh, was saddened for a moment, and then hurriedly followed.

"Sigh, form is better than people." Zhao Ji muttered to himself.

After entering the account, Liu Bian silently stood on the side with his hands behind his back, deliberately showing an expression of bearing the burden of humiliation, and only waited for Zhao Ji to lift the curtain to enter the account, then shifted his gaze to Zhao Ji, and waited for Zhao Ji to take the initiative to express his willingness to agree with him When they became brothers of the opposite sex, Liu Bian immediately raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Ji full of righteous indignation, disregarding the relationship between father and son, and denounced Zhao Ji for disregarding human relations.

Looking at Liu Bian who suddenly changed his face, Zhao Ji suddenly felt like a dog, and immediately showed an expression of wanting to cry without tears. Looking at Liu Bian who counted his crimes in public, he silently comforted himself in his heart, saying: "Indecent assault!" Do not see, do not hear, do not speak evil."

Standing on the commanding heights of national righteousness, Liu Bian sprayed on Zhao Ji for nearly a quarter of an hour. During this period, he never brought a single dirty word. He just blindly counted the absurd things that Zhao Ji had done, trying to use this to clear his charges. .

Although the history is as sharp as a knife, Liu Bian made a timely move to dump the blame when the matter came to an end, and successfully completed a perfect self-salvation.

It's just that Liu Bian's operation made Zhao Ji miserable.

"Although I am not familiar with Zhao Huan, as long as I am here, no one will be allowed to slander Zhao Huan's reputation. Now I am Zhao Huan, and Zhao Huan is me." Liu Bian thought so.

Hebul Khan gave Liu Bian a thumbs up with admiration, and praised sincerely: "Your Majesty is wise, the defeat of the Great Song Dynasty was really caused by the incompetent emperor, not your Majesty's fault."

Hearing this, Liu Bian shook his head and smiled wryly, cast a look at Hebuler that you still know me, waved his hand, and said, "Don't mention it, don't mention it."

Hebuler smiled slightly, and immediately ordered people to set up wine, kill chickens, set up incense tables, burn incense, and make all preparations before sworn worship.

Hebuler showed enough tolerance and magnanimity for Liu Bian's throwing the blame before the battle. He didn't care who was responsible for it. All he could think about was uniting the Song Dynasty against the Jin Dynasty.

After seeing Liu Bian's various performances, Hebuler suddenly had a hunch that Liu Bian would definitely be able to help him achieve a great career in the future.

Grassland men are the most vigorous and resolute in their work. Atu'er and Mengerg personally carried a long case to the sweat tent, put wine, chicken blood and other things on the case one by one, and lit a good stick of incense.

After Zhao Ji and Hebuler had bathed and changed their clothes, A Tu'er went to the sweat tent and opened the curtain for them, saying: "The auspicious time has come."

A Tu'er fell behind in speaking, Hebul Khan dressed in traditional Mongolian costumes, and appeared first in front of everyone, while Zhao Ji deliberately changed into a brand-new Confucian fir, half a body behind Hebul Khan, and walked silently. Wang came out of the tent.

When Zhao Ji appeared in front of everyone, his attire suddenly gave people a feeling of being bright.

Looking at the gentle and elegant Zhao Ji, Liu Bian suddenly let out a heartfelt sigh, thinking: "Such an elegant scholar, but he just sits in the most inappropriate position. It's really a trick of luck."

360 lines, every line will be the champion, and Zhao Ji can definitely occupy an absolute place in several of them. It can be said that he can do everything, but he can't do well in the line of the emperor.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Ji and Hebuler came to the incense case hand in hand, and reluctantly completed a nearly farce-like prairie sworn brotherhood with Hebuler.

Zhao Ji had the expression of a dead mother the whole time, and even Liu Bian, who had always been serious, couldn't help showing an expression of uncontrollable laughter.

(End of this chapter)