The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 941 Military Power
wrong!

Zhao Yishi suddenly thought of that time with Ji Lingchuan.

His father whipped him so hard that his facial features were distorted by anger.

"Ji Lingchuan has corrupted so much money. Whose power and courage did he borrow from? The Zhang family?"

"I have warned you again and again, don't be too greedy, don't be too dark-hearted, but you all turned a deaf ear to my words."

"Ji Lingchuan's fate is his own fault. I don't plead with the emperor because I have no face to ask for."

"You are protecting your mother, your maternal clan, and your own status as grandson."

These words from his father were a reminder to him——

The Ji family is too greedy;
The Zhang family is too greedy;
Your mother is too greedy;

You have to find a way to suppress them, otherwise our father and son will be implicated by them!

Again, why didn't you warn me earlier?

He might not listen to anything else, but when it concerns his mother, the Zhang family, the Ji family... he will always keep an eye on it.

Or……

There is also a scale in my father's heart.

There's him on one end, but where's the other end?

Who is it?
Zhao Yishi's mind suddenly changed.

At this moment, he realized how stupid it was for him to come to Beijing regardless of those people.

The emperor's grandson was granted the title by the late emperor. When the late emperor is gone, his father is the master of the world. He controls his own future destiny.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yishi immediately knew what he was going to do.

He fell to his knees and said, "Father, I was wrong. Please forgive me. From now on, I will listen to your words and take them to heart."

Zhao Yanluo looked down at the people on the ground and shook his head, "Prince, it's too late, someone is here!"

The personal message came from Sun Jinzhong who hurried in and said, "Your Majesty!"

"The prince returned to Beijing privately without an edict and made a big mistake. He was punished as a punishment by handing over his three guards to guard the imperial mausoleum for three years."

"Father!"

Zhao Yishi roared and raised his head in disbelief, his eyes filled with fear.

This is taking away all his military power!

Zhao Yanluo seemed to have not heard anything and waved his hand tiredly, "Prince, please step aside and go back to the imperial mausoleum to think about your mistakes behind closed doors."

Zhao Yishi's whole body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the stone sculpture was motionless.

All the hard work, hard work, and exhaustion of institutions that I had gained over the years were taken away by such a light word.

Did the father do it on the spur of the moment, or had he planned it for a long time?

Three years.

One thousand and ninety-five days.

What will become of Sijiucheng?

What will the current situation look like?

What will become of the palace?

What will become of people's hearts?

Not only was there a chill in the bones, but even Zhao Yishi's hair was trembling with cold.

He closed his eyes, forced to suppress something welling up in his heart, and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were as dark as a deep well.

Zhao Yishi fell down to the ground, "I accept the order, I will retire."

After that, he slowly got up from the ground, bowed respectfully to the emperor again, and finally turned and left.

He walked very slowly with every step, and his back looked lonely and a little determined.

No one knew that something that he had suppressed just now was welling up from the bottom of his heart again at this moment, so that his eyes like deep wells were filled with coldness.

Zhao Yanluo was in a trance for a while, as if he saw the back figure that he had been looking at long ago but could never catch up with.

How old was he at that time, four or five?

His father was ordered to return to Beijing at the end of each year. He was the eldest son. His younger brother Zhao Yanjin was not yet born, so his father took his mother back to Beijing with him.

Everything in Jingli was good, but everything was bad. The children from the royal family would bully him and call him a lame.

At that time, because of his lameness, he was always slower than others in everything he did, so they nicknamed him Beigui.

On New Year's Eve, the family dinner was not over yet, and the children couldn't sit still and ran outside to play.

When it gets dark, the servants set off fireworks and firecrackers to coax the young master to play.

He also wanted to see it, so he followed him out. First he was tripped deliberately, and then he had a handful of snow particles stuffed into the back of his neck.

He didn't dare to tell his parents, and he was afraid of these people, so he could only find a place where no one was around to hide from these lawless people.

As he walked, he met someone.

He was the prince of the current dynasty, with a slender figure and a face as gentle as jade. According to his seniority, he had to be called "uncle."

Among the people who bullied him, there were also people from his family.

He twisted his face, looked away, and curled his lips in grievance, hum, you adults don't care.

The prince must have heard his "hum" and stopped in front of him, smiling slightly.

"Why are you laughing?" He was annoyed.

The prince didn't say anything. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his face and hands, and also dusted off the dirt on his clothes.

"If you are bullied in the future, just tell me and I will stand up for you."

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to cry.

Neither his father nor his mother stood up for him, they just told him to be good and not cause trouble in Beijing.

"They all called me Beigui." The prince was startled.

"Hey, Beigui is the turtle in the north. They think I'm lame and walk slowly."

As he spoke, tears streamed down his face.

The prince smiled again.

This smile made him cry even harder. Everyone in Beijing really has no conscience.

At this moment, the prince squatted down.

"What's wrong with being slow? You can hide behind others and have a good look at how everyone walks."

"Why should I watch other people walk?"

"You can tell the character of each of them."

The prince's voice was so gentle and unhurried.

"Look, people who walk fast are also impatient, so they will also be in a hurry when doing things; people who walk with their chests in their chests don't look very confident at first sight; people whose shoulders are slumped must have something on their mind."

"What about people who are neither fast nor slow?"

"I don't know either. How about...you help uncle keep an eye on it from now on."

"What's the benefit? I won't do anything that's not beneficial."

"Yes, I have!"

The prince smiled and said: "When you grow up, your uncle will carve a seal for you, using the best jade."

Uncle's seal?
What my mother said is worth a lot of money.

He shouted urgently: "You can't go back on your word. If you go back on your word, you are a puppy."

The prince sighed: "Forget it, I won't engrave the seal anymore, let's engrave a northern turtle instead."

"You bully people too!"

The prince laughed, stretched out his hand, touched his forehead, stood up, and held his hand without any explanation.

"How about my uncle taking you to watch the fireworks?"

Although the child was young, he could distinguish between good intentions and malicious intentions, but he still felt aggrieved that the prince wanted to carve a turtle for him.

"You, ask them to show me the biggest one, lots and lots of them."

"it is good."

"Only, only show it to me, not to them."

"to make."

He twisted his face again, looked away, covered his mouth and snickered secretly.

At this time, a chamberlain came to greet him.

Prince: "Move the biggest fireworks to a deserted place and show them to the young prince."

The chamberlain looked embarrassed: "Your Highness, the big one has been moved out. In a moment..."

The prince's face sank, and the chamberlain stamped his feet helplessly, smiling bitterly at him and saying, "My young prince, this old slave got scolded later, so you have to say a few kind words for me!"

He snorted: "Don't tell me!"

The prince tugged on his hand and said, "Let's talk a few words."

He pouted and thought for a while: "I will listen to uncle."

The prince smiled and said, "After a long time of coaxing, you are finally willing to call someone!"

That night, he held a warm hand and watched a beautiful fireworks in the palace.

After the fireworks dissipated, my father came to find me.

The uncle handed his hand to his father, gave him a faint smile, and stepped into the night.

The uncle walked slowly and leisurely, with his shoulders slightly bent, looking steady and thoughtful.

A few years later, my father returned to Beijing with only my mother.

Later, even my father did not return to Beijing.

As he grew up, he read and wrote with his husband. He not only learned to hide behind and watch everyone walk, but also learned to figure out everyone's thoughts.

Cold comes and summer comes, and the years change.

He never got the valuable seal.

Later, the witchcraft case happened, his father came to Beijing, ascended the throne, and he was named the prince... A series of changes left him no time to think too much, and the man's appearance gradually became blurred.

But the strange thing is that whenever he is impatient, he always thinks of that person's words: What's wrong with being slow?
"His Majesty."

Sun Jinzhong walked into the palace and replied: "His Royal Highness has left the palace and is heading back to the imperial mausoleum."

Zhao Yanluo recovered his thoughts and asked, "Did you meet anyone on the road?"

"I met a little chamberlain from the queen's side and said a few words."

Zhao Yanluo didn't ask what was said and just sneered, "The Queen is still too anxious!"

"Your Majesty, you love your son so much."

Zhao Yanluo moved back to the bed and slowly lay down.

The moment Sun Jinzhong put down the curtain, he heard the emperor say two words softly.

"not necessarily!"

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It's even later today. These two chapters are nearly [-] words. I was really tired of writing them and revised them several times.

The main text must be finished before the end of September, half a month later than the original plan.

In the last few chapters, everything has to be explained, so the writing may be slower and the uploading may be later.Sorry girls.

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