The sick and charming prince is also acting affectionately today

Chapter 110
After lunch, the team continued to set off, this time going from south to northwest, and finally seemed to be going back to the right path.

On the third floor of a tea house, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and inconspicuous appearance pushed the door in, bowed his hands and saluted: "Young master, it is indeed the prince and his party, with a female family member, it should be the prince's concubine."

The man known as the son was painting. His thin body was tall and straight like a pine, and his hand with slender joints was holding the pen.

Seeing that the young master didn't answer, the middle-aged man said worriedly: "There are rumors outside that the prince was assassinated and disappeared, why did he come to our place?"

"I heard that the relationship between the prince and the Xie family is stiff. If the Xie family finds out about this, they won't think that our Wang family has colluded with the prince, right?"

"Why do I feel that the prince came to our place on purpose, just to provoke a fight between the two families, so that he can reap the benefits of a fisherman."

With the last stroke, a landscape painting was formed. The young man looked at the painting on the table, and could not see whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied on his usually indifferent face.

Putting the pen aside, looking up, the skylight shines in from the outside, making that face that is not like a mortal look even more like a celestial being. With this kind of appearance, there is no one else except Wang Jingzhi, the son of the Wang family.

Wang Jingzhi didn't have too many worries and worries: "The storm has come, and no one can be alone."

The Xie family is not greedy enough, and the Wang family needs a foothold. Regardless of whether there is a prince in the middle, this game has reached the time when it has to go.

A refined and refined middle-aged man walked in, with the introversion of a scholar and the majesty of a man who has been an official for many years.

"Father."

Wang Jingzhi hurriedly saluted.

Wang Wendao nodded, and waved his hands to let the others retreat, before he walked over, glanced at the painting with wet ink on the table, and admired him: "Your painting skills are becoming more and more proficient, but it's a pity..."

It's a pity that Wang Wendao didn't say anything, but the father and son knew it well.

Where there is a picture of mountains and rivers on one side, there is a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, which is magnificent and domineering.

Wang Jingzhi is the proud son of heaven and an outstanding scholar, but because he was born too tall and gained too much, he lacks desire and ambition.

Aloof and arrogant, defiant, disdain for mundane things.

It sounds like a banished fairy or god does not touch the mortal world, but he is a mortal person and eats the grain of the world, how can he be truly extraordinary?
All his arrogance and dignity are based on the fact that he is the son of the Wang family. If he was not born in the Wang family, what would he use to be noble?

Now that he has enjoyed the Mengyin of the Wang family, he has the responsibility to shoulder the rise and fall of the Wang family.

"After you leave in Qiuwei next year, you will not be able to escape the wind and rain outside. The second and third princes are not enough to watch, and the sixth prince is sick and weak. The first prince, fourth prince, and seventh prince who can compete are the first prince, fourth prince, and seventh prince. You can decide for yourself. "

This is not a matter of changing the emperor to choose a camp. It represents the fate of the Wang family in the next few decades, and it is also the first test for the next head of the Wang family, Wang Jingzhi.

As a minister, the first big question is to choose the king.

The Wang family has a sense of integrity and disdains the team's pursuit of camps on the surface, but they must have a goal in their hearts instead of rushing forward blindly.

Wang Jingzhi raised his eyes: "What about the prince?" With so many princes, Wang Wendao missed him alone.

"Prince?" Wang Wendao sighed meaningfully: "He is the most likely winner and also the most likely loser. If you were the prince three years ago, you would be advised to think twice as a father, but now I can tell you for sure that I Disagree."

Brutal and powerful methods, unfathomable city, if it is a wise ruler, it must be a talented overlord of a generation, if it is a foolish ruler, it will definitely be a disaster for the people of the world.

Of course, the premise is that the prince can live until that time.

The youngest Seventh Prince is already an adult, and the forces of all parties are ready to move. No matter how far the final battle for the throne goes, the person sitting on the prince's seat must be the one who sacrifices the flag.

And if the prince can survive to the end, he must have walked through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. How can such a monarch be controlled by a person like Wang Jingzhi who has no desires or desires?

However, these assumptions are too far away. You must know that the current emperor claims to be benevolent and wise, but in fact he is narrow-minded and his methods are not good.

An upright emperor in his prime, a young dragon growing too fast
(End of this chapter)