After rebirth, the princess made and dragged her

Chapter 358
Duanwang's mansion changed from prosperous and prosperous to indifferent and quiet overnight.

Inside the gazebo.

Qin Song sat there in a daze, with a distraught look on his face.

Suddenly, there was another person in front of him.

Qin Song didn't even raise his head, he turned his back slowly and continued to be in a daze.

Before you know it, winter has arrived.

The originally lush trees have lost their leaves, leaving only bare branches.

Everything lifeless, just like him.

Qin Song was thinking in a daze, everything in front of him was blocked again.

Qin Song didn't even turn around to sit down, he has lost interest in everything now.

"His Royal Highness is going to accept fate like this?"

Qin Song opened his eyes blankly, but did not respond.

The middle-aged counselor expressed regret: "Has your Highness thought about what will happen if this continues?"

Qin Song thought erratically: What else can I do?Isn't it the worst outcome now?
Thinking like this, the person in front of him suddenly squatted down, raised his head, and looked at him expectantly: "Now, you just lost your Sacred Heart and no title. But what you have mastered is still in your hands. But in the future, after the new emperor ascends the throne, will the new emperor know what you have done? Will he fear you because of it?"

Qin Song smiled with unknown meaning, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

The counselor didn't mind Qin Song's ridicule, and continued: "Does your Highness think that the emperor is still in good health?"

Qin Song's eyes moved, as if to say: Isn't it?

He has been in a daze for the past few days, just here in a daze, as if he didn't think about anything, but he actually wanted to understand a lot of things.

His royal father may have seen through his ambition long ago.

The one who didn't want him to be in the position deliberately acted out a play.

The counselor said in a low voice: "The subordinate sent someone to get the emperor's pulse report, and found a reliable imperial physician. The imperial physician said that the emperor's health is already very poor, and it only took a year or two."

"Your Highness, you have endured for so long before, as long as you persist for another year or two..."

Qin Song's eyes moved, and finally he had some reaction. He said lightly: "How can you be sure that the throne will definitely fall on my head in the future?"

The counselor smiled and said, "Your Highness, if I am not mistaken, you must have managed some forces secretly in the past few years. Now that you have been suppressed in the open, you can no longer maintain a good reputation openly, but it is also beneficial. You can go underground, and focus on the dark forces. Wait until that day, relying on your strength, you can forcefully take back your position."

It has to be said that this middle-aged counselor is really good at talking.

In a few words, he described Qin Song's fight for the throne as an act of justice.

The deepest part of Qin Song's heart was indeed touched.

He sat up straight, his eyes instantly became indifferent.

It seemed that the whole person had changed from a puppet who didn't know who He Xi was today, to a high-ranking judge.

"Continue." He raised his eyelids.

The middle-aged counselor said: "In the past few days, the emperor has summoned the twelve princes many times, arranged for teachers for the twelve princes, and even let the twelve princes accompany him in the early court."

A trace of anger quickly flashed across Qin Song's eyes: "Father let Twelve participate in politics?"

"Yes."

When the middle-aged counselor nodded, Qin Song couldn't help but patted the table: "Absurd, nonsense. How old is twelve."

That little brat didn't even celebrate his tenth birthday.

"What can he understand?"

"Follow to the court, didn't he cry because of the quarrels of those ministers?"

Back then, when Qin Song first started to participate in politics, he was also frightened.

Dazhao had just been founded more than ten years ago, and many old ministers in the court had fought with Emperor Qinghe on horseback.

Not only generals, but even many civil servants are hot-tempered.

If the political opinions are not in harmony, the civil servants will quote all kinds of scriptures, directly making the court even noisier than the vegetable market.

And if the military officers disagree, they may even fight on the spot.

And this kind of thing can happen once every three days.

With the timid character of the Twelfth Prince, he might be scared to cry directly.

"His Royal Highness, calm down. The emperor's actions, in the eyes of the subordinates, are showing cowardice instead. Ruoqing and the emperor are well-rounded. They should slowly educate the twelve princes, instead of rushing to teach the twelve princes who don't understand anything." Bring it into the court."

There are too many interests involved in the next emperor.

It can be said that as long as Emperor Qinghe reveals a little word of mouth, people who want to take advantage of the dragon will flock to him.

"With the temperament of the Twelve Princes, there are only two possibilities to face all of this." The counselor's tone was very firm: "One is that the Twelve Princes grew up rapidly under heavy pressure and successfully dealt with all this. The second is , it is surrounded by a pack of wolves and collapses."

"The villain also sent someone to infiltrate the twelfth prince, and found that Emperor Qinghe had arranged for the twelfth prince a few old fritters who were absolutely loyal to the emperor. This shows that the emperor hopes that the twelve prince can grow up to be independent as soon as possible."

"This just shows that the emperor's time is running out."

"Your Highness, you still have a chance. You must not give up on this!" In the end, the counselor came to such a conclusion.

And the words of the counselor made Qin Song's whole heart eager.

Qin Song looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly laughed: "You are right, this king has not completely failed."

Although he was demoted to the county king, the people he cultivated secretly are still there.

"You convinced me." Qin Song asked coldly, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

The counselor was slightly startled, his eyes were full of light.

"My lord, I have two suggestions. One is to keep a low profile, keep cultivating people secretly, arrange for those people to infiltrate the palace, and wait for that one..." He paused, and swallowed those obviously cursing words: "With the strength in your hand, Take that position in one fell swoop. This method is more secure, and the possibility of success is higher. The only disadvantage is that it is impossible to determine when that person..."

"What about the second suggestion?" Qin Song asked lightly.

"The second is, if the Twelve Princes are gone, then His Highness is His Majesty's only son, who else can you choose if the Emperor doesn't choose?"

Qin Song raised his head directly: "Twelve is now the person whom the emperor takes care of the most. Who do you think can hurt him under such circumstances?"

The counselor had a very faint smile on his face: "Who said that he must be assassinated? I have a good idea."

(End of this chapter)