Long live Emperor Wu!

Chapter 58 Who can be in a good mood?

Since that incident, the prince seemed to be much more stable than before, and he no longer did any late-night banquets or self-destruction.

One day, the emperor was eating with his two children. Wu Rou sat next to Princess Jinyang because of Princess Jinyang's insistence.

The emperor seemed to have something on his mind and had been eating in silence. Suddenly he raised his eyes and looked at Wu Rou.

Wu Rou felt the gaze, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the emperor's deep eyes slanting upward, his sharp eagle eyebrows slightly raised, looking at her unkindly.

Wu Rou's heart suddenly skipped a beat, her hand holding the chopsticks trembled, her heart pounding, she blinked her eyes, and then she calmly gave Princess Jinyang some food, put down her chopsticks, and stood up from her seat. He stood up, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows.

Princess Jinyang was surprised when she saw her suddenly standing up. She turned her head and looked at her father's expression and realized what was going on.

She looked at King Jin and saw that her brother was also surprised, so she put down her chopsticks and waited to hear what the emperor had to say.

The emperor took a glance and saw that the two children were too scared to eat, so his sharp brows softened a little and he said warmly:
"You eat yours, don't look at me helplessly."

Princess Jinyang and Prince Jin looked at each other, and obediently picked up the chopsticks again, but they didn't have the intention to eat, they were just pretending.

Just listen to the emperor saying to Wu Rou:
"...What did you hear outside the East Palace that day?"

Wu Rou's heart almost jumped to her throat, she thought to herself, is the emperor finally thinking that she is an eyesore, so he wants to silence her?

Wu Rou's mind was spinning rapidly: You can't deceive the emperor by lying, so what can you say to prevent him from taking her seriously?

"Your Majesty, I took Princess Jinyang and stood outside that day. I heard your Majesty scolding the prince intermittently. The prince's voice was softer and I couldn't hear it clearly," Wu Rou said.

The emperor glared at her fiercely, and even rolled his eyes. He held the dishes in his hands boredly and did not answer anything.

He seemed to be thinking about something again, and he was in a very irritable mood.

At this time, King Jin Li Shan asked gently and carefully:

"Father, what's the matter?"

The emperor let out a sigh of relief and said:
"It's nothing... I just feel unhappy when I think of the prince's reputation. In the future, if he..."

He didn't say what he wanted to do, but anyone could hear the concern.

King Jin turned his eyes and immediately understood what he was worried about, so he glanced at Wu Rou and said:
"Father, Wu Cai is not a confused person. She has a sense of what she should say and what she should not say. This is still believable."

The emperor heard this and said nothing.

He also understood that Wu Rou was not that stupid, but when he thought that the prince's actions would be imprinted on him for the rest of his life, he was troubled.

An emperor with a physical disability is already in a hellish start, coupled with all the stupid things he did some time ago...

If you want to convince the public in the future, how much effort will you have to put in to eliminate these flaws?
The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. A good prince suddenly became like this due to an unforeseen disaster!He casually threw the towel he was wiping his mouth on the table:

"You guys eat."

After that, he got up and left.

The two children quickly stood up to see each other off. King Jin raised his head and glanced at the emperor's dining table. He barely moved when he saw it, and he couldn't help but show a worried look.

The emperor went to the outer compartment to read the memorial, and they ate inside.

After a while, I heard the emperor asking Qi Lang:
"Can you show me what you have written recently?"

The living minister is an official who follows the emperor and records his words and deeds. Except when the emperor is getting along with the harem, he is not around. He is the person who follows the emperor almost every day.

The things recorded in his pen will be compiled into the Emperor's Daily Notes and will be recorded in the annals of history in the future.

After hearing this, Chu Suiliang, the living man, was surprised. In his impression, the wise Holy Lord of the Tang Dynasty was very confident and never worried about his own words and deeds. If you write some of them casually, I am definitely the best. The feeling of an emperor.

What you said today shows a guilty conscience?
"Your Majesty...do you want me to change something?" Chu Suiliang asked carefully after thinking about it for a long time.

This question is really heartbreaking.

The emperor suddenly felt a little embarrassed on his face. He hesitated for a moment and asked again:

"I just want to know... that night, I killed several slaves in the East Palace. How did you write it?"

Chu Suiliang bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Of course it's true."

When the emperor heard this, he frowned slightly and sneered:
"Writing it as it happened? How could you write it as it happened in the middle of the night in the harem, when you weren't around and you didn't know anything?"

Chu Suiliang said:
"Based on the record of His Majesty's decree, I copied the reason and stated it simply and truthfully without details, so... there should be no fallacy."

The emperor thought to himself: Then it should only be written about the prince's extravagant enjoyment and incomprehensible words, and not about him playing tricks on his male favorite.

That's pretty good.

Chu Suiliang saw that the emperor was worried, and he was loyal to relieve the emperor's worries. He asked again:

"Your Majesty is worried that...by killing those 13 slaves, he will be disgraced to the Holy Might?"

When the emperor heard this, he sneered disdainfully. His originally elegant face was filled with a fierce and evil spirit because of his sharp eyebrows raised, and he said:

"Hmph! I'm not even afraid of people knowing about killing my brother to seize the throne, let alone a few slaves?! I won't watch it if I don't let you!"

When several people in the side hall's compartment heard this, they all looked at each other involuntarily and felt a chill in their hearts.

Even if it was his own father who favored these children, King Jin had to admit that the emperor was awe-inspiring. When he was happy, he was respected, and when he was unhappy, he was respected. fear.King Jin glanced at Wu Rou, who couldn't eat anything, and said softly:

"Eat."

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In February of the next year, Wu Rou entered the stage.

Ever since Princess Jinyang asked her to follow her from now on, she felt much more at ease and not as anxious as before.

Besides, the emperor's temper of killing everyone in a moment of anger made her really scared and she didn't dare to go any further.

The head of Huayang County, the clan leader surnamed Li who had taken the initiative to join the imperial family, was officially canonized as Princess Wencheng and married Tibetans.

The emperor still took his people to the gate of Chang'an in person.

But this time, Princess Jinyang and Wu Rou didn't go, so they didn't know what the specific scene was.

When King Jin came back, a layer of snow had fallen on his body. He stood outside the compartment, sweeping away the snow and warming himself by the fire. The palace maids lit the incense burner and worked around him, but did not come in.

Princess Jinyang was anxious and wanted to hear about the grand occasion of Princess Wencheng's surrender, so she asked Wu Rou to rush her.

As soon as Wu Rou opened the thick curtain, she saw King Jin standing at the door wiping his hair. He heard the movement and turned sideways to look at him, then quickly took it back and continued working on his "career" in silence.

It seemed like it was really an important thing that needed to be done with full concentration.

At this time, King Jin was almost as tall as Wu Rou. His temperament was still calm and restrained, dignified and polite, but he was also more silent, especially when facing Wu Rou.

Ever since the prince got foot disease, he has been very busy. If Princess Jinyang can't see him, then she can't see him.

The two of them are much more separated than before.

She often felt embarrassed, and sometimes she couldn't even remember what it was like a few years ago when they always met at Hongwen Hall and said so many things.

"Your Highness...the princess urges you to go in." Wu Rou said softly.

"Wait a while, she is not in good health, wait for me to drive away the coldness on her body." King Jin said while wiping his head, his voice was gentle, but after the change of voice, it became a little hoarse.

Every time he spoke, Wu Rou felt that her heart was like a piano string, vibrating with his voice, creating a layer of sand particles, making it feel tingling.

The palace maid carrying a copper pot and incense burner circled around him, round and round.

In front of him is a charcoal basin, and beside him is a palace maid carrying a clean towel, holding a tray with both hands, like a tray frame unconsciously, with several pieces on it.

Wu Rou looked at it for a while, then went over and took a piece of cloth towel from the tray, spread it out in his hand, and put it next to the charcoal pot to bake.

While baking, she said:

"Put a hot hand towel over your head. It will be more comfortable."

The firelight of the charcoal pot was bright red, and the two people were covered in red light. They were quiet and warm, and no one spoke.

Suddenly Princess Jinyang shouted inside:

"Why aren't you coming in? Brother, if you don't come in, I'm going out!"

"Come right away." King Jin responded quickly and casually grabbed the towel Wu Rou handed him, and their fingers touched for a moment.

When King Jin turned around and entered, he glanced at her with the end of his eyes. He didn't know whether it was displeasure or vigilance, but Wu Rou's heart skipped a beat.

He entered the room and put a warm handkerchief on the wet hair on his head, driving away some of the chill and feeling warm in his heart.

Princess Jinyang laughed at him:
"Brother, how come you are more particular than the girl's family and have been busy outside for so long?"

Prince Jin sat directly on the stool next to her, turned the towel over again, wiped his hair and said:
"You little heartless boy, who am I doing this for? Isn't it just because I'm afraid of catching the cold? How are you today? Are you still feeling chest tightness?"

Princess Jinyang smiled and said:
"It's much better, brother, please tell me quickly, how is it? Is it the same as when Princess Honghua surrendered a year ago?"

King Jin smiled and said softly:

"After all, Tubo is not a vassal state of the Tang Dynasty, and its strength is quite good. Naturally, the gifts given are more than those of Tuyuhun, and the procession to send off the bride is longer.

However, it snowed lightly today, and not many people came out to watch. It was not as lively as that time, and there was nothing interesting to see. "

Wu Rou followed King Jin in and heard the conversation:
"It's snowing, the weather is cold, and the road is difficult to walk on. I'm afraid Princess Wencheng will suffer."

King Jin glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze and said:

"This is just an accident. Spring is about to start anyway. There won't be heavy snow, and the road will be smoother."

Princess Jinyang thought for a while and asked worriedly:
"Has the prince brother gone today?"

"He didn't go, your fourth brother and I both went."

Speaking of the prince, everyone felt heavy-hearted, and they became quiet for a while, and no one spoke.

It was only a year ago. At that time, Princess Honghua came out and the prince chatted and laughed with the emperor. He was cheerful and confident. They were like friends.

Now the father and son are suspicious of each other and are careful with their words. The prince himself has become sensitive and suspicious, with a gloomy temperament.

Who can be in a good mood after witnessing this happening?
(End of this chapter)