The seventh prince's war horse galloped all the way to the royal road before it was stopped. Two guards bowed and saluted, saying: "Your Highness."

The Seventh Prince smiled and said hello, and said the names of the two guards, with a natural look on his face, and said with a raised eyebrow, "Why, do I have to be searched even when I go to the palace?"

The two guards saluted and said: "It is my duty, please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Haha, I was just kidding."

The seventh prince turned over and dismounted, then spread his arms and allowed these people to search him. The Jinzhou knife was first hidden under the wrist of his left hand. When they searched him, his fingers moved slightly and silently slipped down the wide cuffs of his splendid clothes.

, and used strength control to remove the wrist on his right hand. This was a technique he learned while interrogating a Snake Clan spy.

He once relied on this skill to sneak into the enemy camp and disintegrate an army of three thousand by himself.

As for evil spirits?

Military strategists and generals are inherently evil.

If it were the group of men fighting and wallowing at the border, they would most likely have noticed something was wrong, but this group of guards were just wandering around the base of the imperial city, wearing luxurious armor, showing off everywhere, but just like puppets guarding the royal family.

, if they fight in formation, a thousand guards may not be able to defeat three hundred border troops.

The seventh prince passed the inspection safely, looking lazily, still riding his horse on the royal road.

This royal road is extremely long and the walls on both sides are extremely high.

There are towers in front and behind.

As soon as the front and rear gates are closed, there is an urn city. The human spirit is suppressed. Arrows rain down from both sides. The Taoist disciples also want to drink their hatred. The Seventh Prince's war horse slows down. The young man in bright clothes and angry horse has his back to the way he came.

, waved towards the two guards, and said lazily: "When I come back, I will drink with you."

After passing the imperial road, he dismounted.

A eunuch led him to the side hall.

He said that the saint was among them, so he went in again to deliver the message. When he came out, he said that the saint announced that the seventh prince had entered. The seventh prince pressed his hands on the heavy door, which was very labor-intensive and material-intensive. With a sudden force, the door was pushed open, and the Human Emperor

The main hall where he lives, even the side hall where political affairs are handled, is still extremely grand.

There were palace lanterns illuminating both sides. The seventh prince stood at the door. The sunlight outside was like a sharp sword, shattering the drowsiness in the hall. The young man's eyes were like torches. In the side hall, the man known as the saint in the world looked at

He was only about thirty years old when he went up. There were some simple meals on the table, and he was still processing memorials.

The Seventh Prince's eyesight was sharp, but those who wield heavy bows had excellent eyesight and could see the contents of the memorials.

[In the prefectures and counties, there is a great harvest, and people all have surplus food in their homes. They all rely on the great grace of heaven, which is the grace of the saint.]

Annotated with cinnabar below.

[I know that you are flattering, so don’t do anything. If you do anything to exploit the people, you will be questioned]

Another said: "In the criminal law, there is a question about how many people should be killed, please ask the saints to decide."

The annotation says: "Penal laws, whether killing or punishing, should all have laws. If you have the virtue of living well, submit the file."

There are many files like this. The saint smiled slightly and said: "The new year is approaching, and there are too many files. But when it comes to people's livelihood and criminal laws, we have to check it. There is no way, so we have to eat some here.

Is this something your prince can eat?"

He sniffed it, laughed and cursed: "You, you, you, don't get too close to those martial arts disciples at Zuitianlou."

"The families are entangled together, it's like a net. If you get too close, you will inevitably be involved. Even if you are a general at the border, there will be all kinds of things. And now, these

The disciples of Wu Xun are not yet in power, but they can still treat each other as brothers."

"In the future, we will become princes of different families. Their interests are at odds with each other. If we start fighting, what should you do?"

"If you don't take action, you will form a clique, or the generals will form a clique."

"Your father, I can still tolerate you, but your eldest brother may not be able to tolerate you, remember?"

He warned a few times, stretched out his hand to sweep down the files on the table, and put away the many things in the food box. He said with a smile: "But whether you have eaten or not, you still come and eat some with me."

It's just right. I'm tired of looking at these files here alone. It's a good thing to find someone to eat with."

"Come on, give my son a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and let's go make some dishes."

"yes."

The Seventh Prince was slightly shaken, then he cupped his hands and said, "I have seen a saint."

So the smile on the emperor's face paused slightly. He raised his head and looked at his tall son, who was just in his prime. He paused in his voice, put down his food bowl, sat on the chair, shook his head and said with a smile: "Promise me.

If you don’t call me son, it seems that you came here today for some serious business.”

"Tell me, what trouble did you get into? Did you beat the son of a noble family? Or did you have a quarrel with an adult from the Hanlin Academy? They couldn't stand you and wanted to testify against you in the court? Tell me.

Bar."

"You caused me a lot of trouble when you were young."

"But now, their fathers are not as powerful as your father, so no matter how troublesome you are, your father can protect you this time."

"But don't hurt the people, don't do evil, don't oppress the good."

The seventh prince was sitting opposite the emperor and said slowly: "I am studying today and I am confused about something. I am thinking about the words of the sage, so I came here to ask, hoping to get the answer."

The emperor laughed and scolded: "You can actually read?"

"It's really strange."

Then he lay back on the chair and said, "Just ask."

The seventh prince was sitting and asked: "What should I do as a younger brother?"

The emperor couldn't help but smile and replied: "Brothers, friends, and brothers are respectful to each other for the sake of filial piety. We must respect our elders. This is the same principle as filial piety."

"This is something that a three-year-old can understand."

"What? Are you having a conflict with your brothers? After all, you are blood relatives, like the palms of your hands and the backs of your hands, but you have to support each other. When your parents are gone in this world, you are the only ones who have the closest relationship. What's going on?

, we can all talk about it, but don’t fight.”

The Seventh Prince lowered his eyes and said, "That's it."

"What should a father do?"

The emperor frowned slightly: "As a father, you should teach your children and grandchildren through words and deeds."

"There are those who are not sons of man, and there are those who are not fathers."

The seventh prince stepped forward. Because he was sitting in the court, he walked a few steps on his knees. There was only a desk distance between him and the saint. The saint frowned slightly. The seventh prince raised his head.

He stood up, his eyes were burning, and he asked hoarsely: "What should I do as a king?"

The emperor's face had lost the smile, and his eyes were looking at the seventh prince who was only three steps away.

The Seventh Prince did not rise up, like a dormant beast, and the Emperor did not immediately get up in anger or shout loudly. The air was like a taut bowstring. Both parties were restraining themselves. Such restraint came from the blood in their hearts and the final result.

Fortunately, the emperor replied: "The way to govern a country is to love the people."

"Love the people, love the people."

The seventh prince suddenly laughed several times and said: "As a general, I protect the country and the people, and clean up the country's filth. What I want to ask you now -"

"If a brother betrays his brother and kills his brother, can he be killed?!"

"Can a father who commits a grave sin be killed?!"

"Is it permissible to kill a person who is a ruler and kills people in order to seek glory and wealth?"

The seventh prince stared at his father in front of him, his anger getting more and more fierce with each word, and the emperor's expression finally changed suddenly, he stood up suddenly and cursed: "Are you here to go crazy today?! Qi Lang, if you want to go crazy,

, go to the border and go find those monster clans going crazy, don’t come here, I still have to deal with the memorial.”

The Seventh Prince said: "Jinzhou."

The emperor's body paused slightly, his eyes sharp.

The Seventh Prince said: "Did you do what happened in Jinzhou..."

The main hall was eerily quiet, and the Seventh Prince asked in a hoarse voice:

"My son just wants an answer, Dad."

The emperor gasped, sat down again, stared at the seventh prince in front of him, and said:

"yes."

The seventh prince's heart finally disappeared, and the soldier was so brave that he almost gritted his teeth and asked: "Why!"

"Why!"

The emperor said: "Why why?!"

The seventh prince suddenly stood up from his desk. Soldiers have been brave since ancient times, and he did not give in to the despair and pain of his father in front of him. He said angrily:

"Those are millions of people. How could you do such a thing! Why!"

The emperor swept his sleeves and robes, knocking all the food on the table to the ground, staining the files. His eyes were like daggers, and he refused to give in. He said angrily: "What is your choice?!"

"What is it? It's something you can think over and over again?!"
To be continued...