Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 1885 The Most Hurtful

Emperor Ling lowered his eyes and sipped the tea in his hand, and asked about the military situation: "How is the situation outside now?"

Ling Yunsu said: "In less than two months, the rebels will be wiped out."

After drinking half a cup of tea, Emperor Ling raised his eyes and asked, "Can you find out one or two of Nanchu's firearms?"

Ling Yunsu said indifferently: "The reinforcements are on strict guard, and my ministers have no way to attack."

His face was as stern as waves, making it difficult to see what kind of emotions were behind his calm expression.

Among the many princes, Ling Yunsu was the only one who was difficult for Emperor Ling to control and feared endlessly. Therefore, Emperor Ling relied heavily on him, but at the same time jealous of him. Although the two were father and son, they were far inferior to monarchs and ministers.

Emperor Ling narrowed his eyes coldly, and the cold light flickered lightly: "Is it because of the strict precautions that there is no way to strike, or because of that woman in Nanchu, you don't want to strike at all?"

When Rong Jiu was mentioned, Ling Yunsu's expression paused for a moment, and then he was as cold as usual: "I have nothing to do with her at all. Whatever she does, I can't control my son."

Emperor Ling obviously didn't believe it, and between his words, he became annoyed: "For a firearm, how many secret agents have I lost, and now the thing is in front of me, and with your means, it is impossible to start? Do you think I will believe you? This rhetoric? Let me tell you, I am not old yet, so I am not so stupid."

"I have absolutely no such intention," Ling Yunsu said unhurriedly, "I am the prince of Xiling, so naturally Xiling is the most important thing in everything. If a firearm offends Nanchu and affects the war, then the minister He is the sinner of Xiling."

Emperor Ling's gaze was as cold as an arrow.

Ling Yunsu remained motionless, letting Emperor Ling examine him.

After a long time, Emperor Ling said: "You are my son and the god of war in Xiling. Even the common people say that with the presence of King Su, the world will be safe. If I don't believe you, who will I believe?"

The suspicion between the father and the son was so deep, Ling Yunsu only felt chilled, but he didn't show it on his face: "This son is today, it is all the gift of the father, if it is not for the father's careful cultivation and teaching, how can the son be ordered to fight? Share your worries for your father."

"In order to prevent his brothers from fighting against each other, the Emperor Chu raised all the other princes. If the prince died, there would be no one in the Southern Chu royal family who was worthy of great responsibility. Above the court and all over the world, there have always been capable people. Those who live here, you brothers are all dragons and phoenixes among men, and any one of them can control one side, and if Xiling is in your hands, one day you will be able to rule the world."

"As a prince, he should do his part for the society and take on the responsibility of stabilizing the world. The sons and fathers are both monarchs and fathers. Take it as a warning, engrave it in your heart, and never dare to forget it for a moment."

Ling Yunsu said these words sincerely.

He had no intention of taking the throne, and he had always respected Ling Yunzheng, and the two brothers had a very deep relationship.

But Emperor Ling was used to jealousy, so he wouldn't believe him so easily, so he beat him up a bit: "That's very good, Lao Qi, you have to remember what you said today. The Three Cardinal Guidelines and the Five Constant Principles should not be overstepped."

Ling Yunsu cupped his hands and said: "My son, I would like to follow the teachings of my father."

"If there is anything in the army, go and do it." Ling Di waved his hand, motioning him to back down.

Ling Yunsu said: "My son, please leave."

Ling Yunsu came out, his complexion still deep and clueless, the corner of the black robe was as cold as snow when a ray of sunlight passed through it.

It is clearly the scorching sun in summer, but it still seems to be in the cold winter.

It turns out that the most hurtful thing in this world is not the enemy's blade, but the suspicion of close relatives.

(End of this chapter)