The regent's little Jiaojiao is the group pet in the palace

Chapter 170 The Gap
"What should I do, you tell me, what should I do, I really don't know what to do, obviously we all have a glance, don't we, why are you so much better than me, why!"

"why?"

Looking at the prince lying on the ground crying bitterly, Fu Huaijin felt extremely ridiculous.

"You really want to know why?"

Facing Fu Huaijin's questioning again, the prince stood up almost without thinking, and nodded obediently at him.

Fu Huaijin was not in the mood to pretend to be with him, and walked slowly to the table and sat on the chair.

"It's very simple, I have existed until now because of you, so that you can successfully win the throne, so I have been studying very hard to make myself better.

When you are playing around and you are sleeping late, I am studying all the time, all for your chances of winning when you compete with other princes for power in the future.

Do you think my martial arts can be easily learned?That's what you haven't seen when I was beaten when I was just learning martial arts.

But just an over-the-shoulder fall can make you lie on the ground motionless, then have you ever seen me being cut through by an opponent with a sword and blood gushing out of my flesh and blood?

If I let you taste the pain I received at the beginning, you will find that you are really much happier now. "

Hearing Fu Huaijin's heartfelt words, the prince was so ashamed that he just wanted to go underground.

He really knew he wasn't working hard enough.

At least compared with Fu Huaijin, his efforts are really nothing.

But what he didn't expect was that this brother, who was only three years older than him, had experienced so much suffering.

And, perhaps for him, the most important point in that statement is.

For you.

It's for you again.

He really doesn't need anyone to do something for him.

Because such expectations bring him not only motivation and confidence, but also pressure and burden.

He is really afraid, afraid of his own failure, afraid of hurting those who have dedicated themselves to him.

"Brother Huaijin, can you take me to the training ground tomorrow?
I know I'm not strong enough, maybe...maybe I need to ask you to intercede for me, I really want to understand, I really want to work hard! "

The prince opened his mouth cautiously, almost as if praying, his eyes filled with hope.

How could Fu Huaijin refuse?
He originally wanted to come over and inform him that he remembered to report to Vice General An tomorrow.

Because Vice General An knew that Jiaojiao was on their side, Vice General An joined them directly without worrying about whether they would fail.

He still clearly remembered the conversation he had with Deputy General An.

"Uncle An, you are so directly on our side, what if we fail, you will also be implicated."

"Complicated? I'm not from your country. If I hadn't been with her, I would have left long ago. If you guys failed, wouldn't that be what I wanted? I can take Jiaojiao and leave in a logical way!"

"Uncle An, are you really not afraid that I'll be on guard against you when you tell me your plan directly in front of me?"

"Hmph, just kidding, I have fought more battles and used more tricks than you have eaten, and you, a little brat, still want to fight with me?"

He looked at Vice General An's arrogant appearance at that time, and felt that he was really simple.

He has fought more battles and used more tricks than he has eaten?
I'm afraid he doesn't know how he unified the world in the last life. If he knew, he might not be able to say these words.

"Of course, it's just that I am pleading for you, if you don't work hard, you will lose my face..."

"Brother Huaijin, you can rest assured that this kind of thing is absolutely impossible!"

Seeing him making a promise full of confidence, Fu Huaijin chuckled and nodded to him, indicating that he agreed to this matter.

"Yeah! I knew Brother Huaijin was the most reliable, so I'll leave this matter to you. I'll go back and pretend for a while, otherwise it won't be good if I find out..."

Fu Huaijin didn't stop him either, she put her fingers on the table, lost herself in thought as she watched his slowly leaving back, tapped her fingers softly on the table.

The prince is now eight years old.

There are still three years before the emperor's death, and two years before the eldest prince's rebellion.

From the end of his last life, he actually suspected that the death of the emperor was definitely not an ordinary thing, because the sudden death of the emperor was a bit too strange.

On the day the emperor died, the prince had received a notice from the people around the emperor, saying that the emperor had something to do with the prince, but at that time the queen had a quarrel with the emperor, so the prince was kept by the queen.

It was this stay, when the news of the emperor's sudden death came suddenly while having lunch.

Everything pointed to the prince who was summoned by the emperor at that time, but fortunately someone testified to him that he had never stepped into the Qianqing Palace at that time, so the rumors were suppressed.

If this were not the case, I am afraid that the crown prince would be accused of killing his father, let alone the emperor, he would not even be able to be a prince.

So now that I think about it, what happened back then was probably a lot of strange things...

If both the First Prince and the Crown Prince were to fall, who would benefit in the end?
With a flash of inspiration, a person entered his mind.

I don't want to know, but the more I think about it, the more I feel chills in my heart, I just feel that this palace is not safe anywhere.

He stood up slowly, looked outside, and set his eyes on the intermediate school in the front yard.

Fu Shengming, who was writing with a pen in a middle-level school, sneezed suddenly, and the brush was inserted directly into the paper, and the hair exploded all at once.

Needless to say, this writing brush is scrapped.

Needless to say, that piece of meticulously traced calligraphy was also scrapped.

Seeing all the messed up things in front of him, Fu Shengming chuckled, and broke the writing brush in half abruptly.

"Sheng Ming, why are you sneezing? Are you catching a cold? Pay attention to your health, don't get sick..."

"Yes, yes, you are the hope of our middle school, this time you must win the crown of No.2!"

Fu Shengming didn't show it on his face, but in his heart he was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit.

What is No.2 laurels?

Is No.2 worthy of the title of laurels?
What he wants is the laurels, not the so-called No.2!
(End of this chapter)