Episode 19: I advise you to forget it early, this thing is the most lovesick 3

The teenager who fell was only fourteen or fifteen years old. He was so scared that he waved his hand: "I dare not, let's go now... Ouch, third brother." He still hurt his leg, so he turned around and slipped to the ground.

"Well, it's really useless," the fourth lady of the Gao family wrinkled her little nose, took off the bracelet from her hand and handed it over. "Take it, go to the pawnshop to change some money, and take him to the hospital to find a doctor. A man, in the future, he will ride a horse to beat the world, so that people know that it is a peek at everyone's boudoir and fall, that You don't have to live."

The two brothers couldn't answer half a word. As a brother, he took the bracelet with an Ai Ai face and thanked him, "Thank you, Miss, we'll leave now." With that, he picked up his brother and came to the wall and climbed out along the lychee tree.

The maid Fenghua pulled her young lady's sleeve uneasily: "Miss, can't you just let them go like this? The young lady also gave them the bracelets. They will definitely be caught by the thief when they go to the pawnshop.

"What's wrong with it? The prodigal son doesn't change the money. I'm trying to persuade these two young men who don't think about the right way at a young age. It's nothing better. Doesn't Dad say that he can forgive people and forgive them?" The fourth lady of the Gao family smiled and said, "And you don't look like the poor people who need our help. They are obviously full of idle drands. Giving them bracelets is to remind them to remember what I said today. Don't listen to the wind. It's over."

Fenghua opened her eyes wide and spit out her tongue for a long time: "Good boy, my fourth lady, you are not a 12-year-old lady. She is clearly a 120-year-old monk living Buddha. I can't understand what I'm talking about."

The fourth lady of the Gao family got a compliment, and her face was a little proud. She picked up the net pocket on the ground: "Let's go back to the room to study. If it's late, I'm going to be reviled by my husband."

The maidservant followed her and thought to herself that her daughter was by no means an ordinary person. She might become famous all over the world and become a female champion or something. At that time, she would take advantage of it and marry a good family.

"Fenghua, you should follow up!"

"Oh, I'll come!"

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In the warm-hearted pavilion, Emperor Xuanping, who had been working hard all day, was half lying on the soft couch, and the fourth prince Song Yuan was serving beside him.

"Yuan'er."

"My son is here." He answered almost immediately, because Song Yuan knew that it was easy to be lonely when he was old. Only when he let the old man feel that there was someone beside him at any time would he feel at ease. He has always been a very flattering master. He has flattered the empress dowager and the queen. Although his mother's concubine is not strong, he can still live like a fish in water alone. Such a child is considerate and doesn't have to worry about him competing for the throne. Emperor Xuanping naturally likes it.

"Yuan'er, the oral skills just now are good. Well, I'll reward him later."

"Yes, I know it. Don't worry, my father."

Today's story is the story of the four sons of the State of Qin who gave up the throne in the era of the division of the princes of Dongwang. With her superb skills, Youling sometimes makes people see the son of the great prince who fought on the battlefield, and sometimes makes people see the second son who cheated to die, the third son before the sick bed, and the sacrifice of the little son swears to heaven. The scenes seem to happen in front of him; the wind and horse roar, the birds and the fragrance of flowers, the silk bamboo orchestra, the bells and the drums, all seem to make people The eyes are blindfolded.

Emperor Xuanping asked Na Youling to come out and see him. He was ordinary-looking and had only a folding fan in his hand, but he could perform all kinds of things behind the screen, which made the old emperor admire.

"Do you understand?"

Song Yuan was slightly stunned, and then lowered his head: "My son is stupid. Although I have some understanding, I don't know if it's what my father wants."

Emperor Xuanping still closed his eyes and said lazily, "Thusiper me."

"Yes." The story of the four sons of Zen has been passed down for thousands of years. It is nothing more than brotherhood. Taifu has told him about filial piety according to his father's orders. Song Yuan guessed that his father must say something else by himself. He thought for a moment and said, "In listening to that story, the king of Qin prefers the youngest son and is reluctant to hurt the three sons in front of him. Therefore, the imperial edict does not pass on the son. I think he knows that the little son is the true son of heaven, and it is not convenient to break the heavenly opportunity, so he has a bad idea."

Emperor Xuanping's eyelids moved and he opened his eyes: "The emperor's opinion is also interesting, but I don't understand why the three sons can abide by their father's orders. If they really don't pass on their children, the brothers and feet of the same father and mother are not as good as their own flesh, not to mention that they are just half-brothers. How can they be so friendly?"

"This... I think that these four sons are all extraordinary talents. As the saying goes, heroes cherish each other. They must be like mothers and compatriots, a confidant, who should be above the love of flesh and blood."

"If they don't pass on their children, how will the world evaluate them?"

"...I think that if he is the son of heaven, he will be able to overcome all difficulties and ascend to the great treasure. If not, he will not be the son of heaven. The fate of heaven is determined by man."

Emperor Xuanping suddenly sat up and patted his thigh and said, "Well said!"

Song Yuan shivered and knelt down quickly: "Father."

"Yuan'er, I have so many sons, and you are the most transparent one. Your brothers and brothers can't see through this truth. They are all pretentious and think they are my country, but none of them really knows how to fight for and how to be themselves." After Emperor Xuanping finished speaking, he lay back and sighed after a long time.

Song Yuan knelt by the bed without saying a word.

"Go down. I'm going to take a break."

"Yes, I'm leaving."

After exiting the warm-hearted pavilion, Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on the back of his neck.

When listening to the ventriloquist, I vaguely saw that my father's face was wrong. I thought that I had done a bad thing with good intentions this time and would be killed by this Youling.

After the restoration of Daji, the former emperor was said to be located in his cousin, the present Xuanping Emperor. Although there is no evidence that the emperor's decree before his death would pass on the throne to his brother Song Zhen, but in the Song family, no one was worried about it. Song Zhen was the younger brother of the former emperor. If he was not young, the throne should have been passed on to him, just like the little son in the story said by Youling, and Emperor Xuanping became the second son. Whether it should be passed on to his son or younger brother, it has been his heart disease for many years.

When the father asked why he wanted to pass it on to his younger brother, he replied that because the younger brother was the true son of heaven, it meant that the father should have won the Central Plains. If the father asked what to do if he did not pass on, he answered that the fate was also man-made, and what he should not deserve could not be obtained after all, which means that he did not need to pass on the throne. He was not a blessed person. There are only a few crosses in the dialogue, but the contradictions are intertwined. If you are not careful, you may lose all the game.

Emperor Xuanping hoped that his throne would be well-founded, but he did not want to be bound by the same reason, so he had to pass it on to Song Zhen, the king of Yi. Song Yuan is the one who knows the best of the hearts of the ten princes. Naturally, he understands his intentions, follows his hair, and finally overcomes the difficulties.

However, Emperor Xuanping agreed with his fate. It seemed that it was not all because of this. There were some reasons, but he did not know it.

"In this way, it made me find out how to go next."

Song Yuan calmly walked down the steps and looked at the main hall of the Zunwei Palace from a distance. The glittering golden eaves seem to be calling something. Maybe it's the true destiny of Daji, or maybe it's just his hidden ambition.