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Chapter 239 Zhao Xun is the host (Second update! Please subscribe, please ask for a monthly ticket!)
East Palace.

Prince Li Xiankun sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes closed tightly like an old monk in meditation.

He has been meditating for half an hour, and he seems to be able to glimpse the heaven of practice between breathing and breathing.

But after all, he is also a member of the royal family, and the royal family is not allowed to practice immortality. This is a rule set by Emperor Taizu.

Although Li Xiankun didn't know why the Emperor Taizu made this rule, but he knew that no member of the royal family had violated it since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Because the words of Emperor Taizu are the iron law and the ancestral system.

As a descendant of the royal family, if you dare to question and disobey the words of Emperor Taizu, you will violate the ancestral system, and the consequences will be disastrous.

What's more, Li Xiankun is the prince of the East Palace, and his status is extremely special.

There are countless pairs of eyes staring at him, expecting him to make mistakes.

As long as he made a mistake in a word or a deed, those censor officials would immediately jump out and scold his mother.

In Li Xiankun's view, these guys are a bunch of mad dogs.

Mad dogs naturally bite anyone they see, the more noble the other party is, the more exciting and enjoyable the bite will be.

But as a human being, Li Xiankun naturally doesn't want to be bitten, so he can hide as far as he can, and try not to let the censor get caught.

And those of his younger brothers don't have a fuel-efficient lamp.

Except for the King of Wei who was reprimanded by his father for the fall of Zhao Xun, the son of Cheng Guogong, and was reprimanded in advance, most of the princes did not follow the rules to go to the fiefdom to become a feudal clan after they became adults.

The censors have already made countless memorials on this matter, and these memorials also flew to the Zichen Palace like snowflakes, and flew to the royal case of the father.

But that's all.

These memorials are as sparse as mud cows entering the sea, and there has been no news since then.

Li Xiankun couldn't help but lament his father's brilliance in his methods, he let down the strength and anger of the official censor without saying a word.

Even the emperor's best way to deal with these censors is not to confront them head-on, but to leave them alone.

After all, dogs can bite people, but people can't bite back directly at the dog, right?
Reserve battles have always been a royal taboo.

As far as the current situation is concerned, it is not yet clear.

Although Li Xiankun has been the crown prince of the East Palace for more than ten years, the threat of the kings has always existed.

Until the moment of ascension to the throne, no one knows what will happen in the end.

"His Royal Highness, Eunuch Cui is back."

At this moment, Li Xiankun heard the eunuch's sharp voice.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and faintly said a word: "Xuan."

As the prince of the East Palace, Li Xiankun has held a high position for more than ten years, and he has long cultivated a character of neither joy nor sorrow.

He seemed to be able to take it lightly no matter what news he heard.

A moment later, Eunuch Cui came to the main hall with small steps.

He cautiously stopped a dozen steps away from Li Xiankun, then pushed the golden mountain down the jade pillar and saluted respectfully.

"The old slave pays homage to His Highness the Crown Prince."

He buried his head deeply between his arms, pouted his buttocks high, and accepted the prince's scrutiny in a very docile posture.

The crown prince is clearly pleased with Eunuch Choi's attitude.

He raised his hand and said, "Get up."

Only then did Eunuch Cui raise his head, and slowly got up.

"How about it, did you bring the words?"

"If you go back to His Royal Highness, the servant has already met Zhao Xun, the son of Duke Cheng. Yes, yes"

When the words came to his lips, Eunuch Cui felt a little speechless.

"But what?"

Li Xiankun's complexion was serious, not angry.

"His Royal Highness, the slaves dare not say this."

Eunuch Cui said in a crying voice.

"I forgive you for your innocence, but it's okay to say."

"Grandpa Zhao said, I'm afraid I can't go to the East Palace. But if His Royal Highness wants to go to the East City for a banquet, he is more than happy to be the host."

Eunuch Cui said tremblingly.

"presumptuous!"

Li Xiankun was furious for a moment, jumped up from the futon, shook his fists and said, "Who gave him the courage, how dare he talk to Gu like that!"

As the crown prince, Li Xiankun's skill in nourishing his energy can be described as top-notch, and he never gets angry easily.But this time Zhao Xun really went too far.

"Does he think that Gu is so easy to bully? It's really unreasonable!"

Li Xiankun paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

The originally gentle eyes suddenly became sharp.

Eunuch Cui knew that His Highness the Crown Prince had murderous intentions.

But this sharp gaze full of murderous intent lasted less than [-] breaths in total, and then was restrained by Li Xiankun.

"Get ready to drive, I'm going to Dongshi for my appointment."

When Zhao Xun learned that Li Xiankun, the crown prince of the East Palace, was really going to Dongshi for an appointment, the shock in his heart could not be expressed in words.

What is this scenario?
This prince's bearing is too good, or is he too tolerant?

This guy wouldn't have been a turtle in his previous life, right?

Although Zhao Xun didn't have a good impression of the prince before, but at this moment he can't help but have a high opinion of Li Xiankun.

Those who achieve major events should endure what ordinary people cannot bear.

At least from this aspect, Li Xiankun has the city and heart that a crown prince should have.

So, the pressure came to Zhao Xun.

After all, you must recognize what you said, and you are no longer a child. Zhao Xun can't play tricks.

So it seems that he really has to go to Dongshi to entertain the prince.

The problem of location selection is a headache.

You know, this is a banquet for the prince.

The reason why Zhao Xun didn't want to go to the East Palace was because he was afraid of being criticized.

But if you just find a restaurant in Dongshi, it will be even worse if you go out and have a private meeting with the prince.

So the restaurant that Zhao Xun was looking for had to be opened by his own people, so that the venue could be cleared and the mouths of all the restaurant staff could be blocked.

If it is a wine shop opened by outsiders, even if they spend money, they will feel uneasy.

After much deliberation, Zhao Xun felt that the only thing he could do was to find Wangcai.

This guy is a business genius, and his family has countless properties in Chang'an City.

Of course Wangcai can be regarded as one of his own, Zhao Xun thinks he can trust this guy.

The incident happened suddenly, Zhao Xun didn't care too much, and immediately asked his servants to invite Wangcai to the mansion to discuss this matter.

Fatty Wangcai learned that Zhao Xun invited him to visit the mansion, and immediately came to Cheng Guogong's mansion.

"Oh, brother Mingyun, is your new manuscript finished? Let me tell you, brother Mingyun's writing speed is unrivaled. You don't need me to remind you, the manuscript has already been written."

Zhao Xun spread his hands and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I didn't come to you because the manuscript was written and delivered."

"Not a manuscript? What is that?"

Wangcai looked confused.

"Does your family have a high-standard restaurant in Dongshi? I'll treat you here."

Zhao Xun said in a deep voice.

"Who please?"

Wangcai blurted out and asked.

"Prince of the Eastern Palace."

Zhao Xun lowered his voice.

(End of this chapter)