Riding horses was not allowed in the palace. If he wanted to catch up with the prince, Zhao Bohu could only rely on his own two legs. He ran for a while, passing countless red palace walls before his eyes. He felt his throat was sweet and his ears were ringing.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably, and the surrounding scenery gradually became blurry.

Just as his steps were getting heavier, he suddenly saw a group of servants not far away carrying chariots and walking slowly forward, holding flags and umbrellas. Zhao Bohu had no time to think about anything and shouted: "Yes."

Your Highness the Crown Prince? Wait for me."

"Luochuan!" This familiar child's voice turned out to be Ji Hu.

Zhao Bohu panted and ran to Ji Hu and bowed deeply: "Your Highness, please take a step to speak." He looked up and was surprised to see Ji Hu's eyes were red and he had an angry look on his face.

His little fists were clenched tightly. He clearly looked like he was going to rush to the main hall to argue. He lowered his voice and stepped forward to pull his sleeve: "Your Highness, please don't be impulsive."

Ji Hu bit his lips and ordered the servants: "I will go to the main hall with the young master, and you will wait at a distance."

"No!" The chamberlains waited until they were a few feet away before slowly following them. This way, they could ensure that the prince was within sight but would never hear their conversation.

"Since Young Master is here, please tell me the truth. Is the so-called 'baby sinking in Fengshui' true? Father, did he really hand me over to the late king to be executed for the sake of the right to inherit the throne?" Ji Hu looked directly at me.

Looking into Zhao Bohu's eyes, he asked.

"Prince, the matter has come to this, and I will not hide it from you. On the night of your birth, the rivers surged and hail fell from the sky. The diviner said that your birth was unlucky and was not good for Zhou. The late King Xiao intended to use this matter to deprive the king of his inheritance. It is true that

I had made this request, but the king couldn't bear it, and privately asked my father to try to rescue His Highness. That's why Shen Ying happened. Your Highness should not blame the king for this matter, causing a rift between father and son." This is Zhao Bohu.

It was the most perfect rhetoric that he could think of. He recounted eloquently that the reason why his father and his son devised the fish-floating method to rescue Ji Hu was attributed to Ji Xie's request. This was the only way to untie the knot in the prince's heart.

It's a pity that Ji Hu didn't believe it: "Young Master, there is no need to comfort me. Maybe you were really entrusted by someone to save my life, but that person would not be my father, but my mother. Right?"

Zhao Bohu was speechless. Although Ji Hu was less than eight years old, he was smart, could understand anything, and had a stubborn personality. It was not easy to convince him. The roof of the main hall was already in front of him, and Ji Hu walked quickly

As he ran forward, Zhao Bohu had no choice but to follow behind him and asked: "His Royal Highness, what do you want to do when you enter the palace?"

"Then you still need to ask? Naturally, I want to question my father. Which one does he value more, royal power or the relationship between father and son?"

"Your Highness, if you want to ask this question, I can answer it for the king. Of course, royal power is more important."

Ji Hu was very surprised by his words. He stopped and turned to look at him doubtfully: "Young Master, what did you say? Do you also think that your father did the right thing back then?"

Zhao Bohu bowed and replied resolutely: "Your Highness, you and the king are not ordinary father and son. The so-called 'junjun, minister, minister, father, father, son, son' always means the king and the minister come first, and then the father and son. The king is the king, and you are the minister.

We can talk about father and son later. There was only one king in Zhou Dynasty, but the great king could have many sons. Naturally, royal power is more important."

"For the sake of royal power, can we exchange the lives of our parents and children?" Ji Hu's voice began to tremble.

"Your Highness, you need to know that there is no father or son in the heavenly family. As the prince, you are the crown prince of this world. You are below one person and above ten thousand people. However, your establishment or removal is also a matter between the king and his master. This is the power of the king.

.You rashly went to the palace to contradict the king today, thinking that this was just a son acting coquettishly towards his father, but you are totally wrong."

Ji Hu seemed to have moved. He stood still, looking at the corner eaves of the hall and thinking. After a long while, he murmured bitterly to himself: "But my heart is like a stone------"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince," Zhao Bohu struck while the iron was hot: "Think about the Queen. She has no less grievances than you do, but for the sake of Your Highness, you can live in peace as the Crown Prince. How have you ever confided a single word to His Highness in so many years? Your Highness doesn't think about yourself.

, you should also think about your Majesty! Don’t be impulsive!"

"Mother------" Ji Hu said to himself, and the anger and pride surging in his chest suddenly faded a lot. Although he was young, he had been in the vortex of power struggles since he was a child, and he also knew not to do unnecessary things.

The reason for fighting. He raised his head, took a deep breath of the clear air, and said lightly: "Young Master, I have listened to your kind words. Let's enter the palace together!"

"His Royal Highness, Master Shaofu has returned victoriously from his southern expedition and has come to the palace to pay homage——"

The chamberlain summoned him, and the eight hollow carved wooden doors of the hall opened one after another. Prince Ji Hu slowly entered the palace under the guidance of the chamberlain Jia, followed behind him was his young master, the backbone of the Southern Expedition—Zhao Bohu.

Ji Xie, King of Zhou Yi, couldn't stand it any longer and left the table. After all, he hadn't seen his son for more than half a year, so he was lying if he said he didn't want to. He saw that Ji Hu was taller and stronger than when he left, and his features were more determined.

His face was red, but his eyes were a little red, and he wondered if he had cried. He had a lot to ask, but it had been too long since he had seen his son, and he didn't know where to start. The first thing he said was: "Has the prince cried?"

"

A trace of panic flashed across Ji Hu's eyes, and Zhao Bohu calmly answered for him: "Your Majesty, the prince is timid in his hometown. He misses your Majesty and Queen very much, and is afraid that your Majesty will punish him. He is very uneasy along the way."

Ji Xie still had to maintain his image as a strict father. He snorted: "If you are afraid of being punished, how can you dare to make your own decisions and leave the East Palace without permission?"

Ji Hu was smart and immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "My son has acted recklessly at a young age, which has made his father, the queen and his mother worried. His crime is unforgivable. Please punish me, my father."

"Forget it," King Zhou Yi waved his broad sleeves: "Fortunately, my son has returned victorious. Since the time of King Mu, our Zhou army has never had such a great victory against the Chu State. You and the young master have both made great contributions, and the young master has made great achievements.

Fu is going on the expedition under the king's order, but as for you! It doesn't matter whether you are rewarded or punished."

"Father," Ji Hu took out a sachet from his waist: "These are the copper grass flowers that I picked from the Bronze Green Mountain. I will bring you and your mother a bag each. My father came to enjoy them when he was free, just like me, Zhou.

The national line is in the hands of my father."

The servant Jia took the sachet and handed it to King Yi. Although the copper grass flower had dried up, its color still remained. Ji Xie was very happy: "Sure enough, it is very different from the flowers and plants here. My son is interested. The copper green mountain is where my great Zhou kingdom lies."

, if the copper grass flowers are blooming so prosperously, the copper used by me in Dazhou will also be endless in the future. This thing is very suitable for me!"

Seeing King Zhou Yi looking at his son become more gentle and loving, Zhao Bohu also sighed in his heart: This boy can turn corners very fast!

Since Ji Xie has become a loving father, he can naturally see that the prince's face is tired, and he begins to feel distressed: "Prince, you are tired too, hurry up and see your mother in the middle palace! Young Master Guhe.

Fu still has state affairs to discuss."

"Hu'er——, you're back!" In the main hall of the middle palace, Fan Ji's face was full of tears. He took his son into his arms and looked up and down carefully: "Come, let the queen have a look!"

Ji Hu has been away from the palace for more than half a year. He has grown taller and stronger. Except for looking a little tired, there is nothing wrong with him. Fan Ji felt relieved and nodded: "I have grown taller. My son is sleeping in the open air, but

It’s hard work. When I heard that you were assassinated, my mother was so worried that she couldn’t eat or sleep well------"

She suddenly stopped talking. She saw that Ji Hu's expression was dull, his eyes were red and swollen, and he understood something in his heart. He turned around and told Naoyang Si: "The prince and I have something to talk about, so you can take the people down.

"

"promise!"

There were only mother and son left in the empty and spacious hall. Ji Hu knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to Fan Ji: "Auntie, you have been wronged these years."

It seems that this child knows everything. Fan Ji felt a surge of heat in his heart and hugged his son: "I didn't expect you to know it so quickly. It's okay, it doesn't take a lot of talking. Hu'er,

As long as you behave well, any grievance you endure for your mother will be worth it!"

"A'Niang------" Ji Hu was choked with sobs and couldn't speak: "You and your father have been lukewarm over the years, but I didn't expect that there was such a hidden secret. A Niang, you should have told me a long time ago

Say, you don’t have to be alone in your heart.”

Fan Ji seemed to have remembered something: "You won't argue with your father, right? He is the king and you are the prince. You father and son can't quarrel!"

"Don't worry, Queen Mother. The Young Master has already advised me. Just now------ I didn't mention this matter in the main hall." Ji Hu also gradually calmed down.

"That's good." Fan Ji silently sat back on the table and said with a long sigh: "A wife, Qi Ye, is a person who is equal to her husband. But as a queen's wife, she must understand the principle of 'the king has no wife'.

"

"The king has no wife? Mother, aren't you the queen?" Ji Hu didn't understand.

Fan Ji smiled bitterly and said: "Queen is just a title. Her function is to manage the harem for the king, give birth to legitimate children, and she is more noble than other women in the harem. Hu'er, do you know why the kings in the past called themselves lonely people?"

Ji Hu shook his head in confusion, he really didn't know this.

"That's not to be modest about one's virtue, but because a king has no father, no mother, no wife, no children. One person is the king, and the world is his ministers. The queen mother holds the phoenix seal, but she is just a minister in his harem. My child, you are the prince.

He is just below one person and above ten thousand people. He can rise and fall in a moment with just a few words. The most ruthless is the emperor's family. For the sake of royal power, how many fathers, sons, husbands, brothers, uncles and nephews kill each other? Hu'er, you

You must not rely on the relationship between father and son to act rashly!"

As Ji Hu listened, his hands were suddenly covered in cold sweat, and a chill suddenly arose in his heart.

Fan Ji felt distressed when he saw his son in such a state, and said comfortingly: "Fortunately, you still have a mother and a queen, and you also have Mr. Zhao to help you in the previous dynasty. He is your savior. When encountering problems in the future, you must discuss it with him more and don't do anything arbitrarily."

And for."

"My child understands that Young Master is like a father and a brother to me. From now on, my child knows what to do."

"Then the Queen Mother will be relieved."

It seems that the reckless and ignorant child has become much more mature after taking a long trip, and Fanji is very pleased.
Chapter completed!