Notes of Lanxi Crossing

Chapter 33

However, the brand-new and precious Langhao pen seemed to remind him that no matter how hard the proof was, no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

It was his bad luck.

"Your Majesty, it is common sense to replace the old with the new. If the Emperor thinks that the new pen is not easy to use, it is better to let the prince be the one who holds the pen. It will not only relieve your worries, but also satisfy the prince's filial piety. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds!"

I thought the situation was bad enough, but Su Wang didn't think it was a big deal, so he added fuel to the fire.

"When I was teaching my son, I didn't need others to interrupt, but you, King Su, I don't know what you plan to use to present my birthday today?"

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has not gotten up yet." The corners of their eyes were about to meet again, and the noble concubine interrupted lightly at the right time.

She wasn't speaking for the prince, but she just didn't want the two men to quarrel again, and she was really not in the mood to deal with it now.

The queen looked at her in surprise, although she didn't understand what her intention was, but after all the prince's urgent need was relieved, she accepted the love.

In fact, although it is a bit sad, her words are indeed not as useful as the imperial concubine.

Sure enough, after the imperial concubine reminded him, the emperor called the prince to get up and take his seat.

This move made everyone even more anxious.

King Su took a deep look at the noble concubine, who seemed to be unaware of it, but turned his head slightly to avoid his sight, he sneered, but did not make any further provocations.

With the lessons learned from the prince, the remaining princes and daughters did not dare to play the trick of father-son affection. After presenting the birthday gift, they said a few words of congratulations in a regular manner and then withdrew.

Although there is no merit, there is no fault, which further highlights the prince's embarrassment.

Zhan Xi lowered his head slightly, sat with his back straight, holding a glass of sake in his hand, but didn't drink it for a long time.

It is not that he has not participated in his father's birthday in the past. He remembers that when he was nine years old, he was also at such a banquet. The birthday gift he presented to his father was a set of boxing techniques he had just learned from his master Wu.

At that time, he had just practiced martial arts for only a few years, and he had been laying a solid foundation. That set of boxing was the first set of martial arts he learned, and he didn't learn it well.

After he stumbled in the main hall and finished playing the moves, he waited anxiously for his father's evaluation just like before, but his father didn't treat him like he did today——

Serene, indifferent.

These two words are like two sharp hair needles, tightly gripping Zhanxi's heart, and he almost can't hold the wine glass in his hand.

The scene when he was nine years old is still fresh in his memory to this day.

He remembered that his father looked at him lovingly, personally walked down the steps to pick him up, and ordered the palace servants to sit beside his throne.

That night, he and his father sat together, accepting the gaze of the courtiers excitedly and restlessly.

At that time, he still couldn't understand the sizing and weighing in their eyes, he was just happy for his father's love and favor for him.

But now...

Today, he still presents a piece of sincerity to his father, but his father no longer treats him as before...

Today, he is still the crown prince, but sitting here in unspeakable loneliness, no one cares about him...

Today, he is still watched by the courtiers, but it is not known how much of it is contempt...

Father, do you know how sad the child is?

The prince tightly closed his eyes, suppressing the panic in his heart, and the wine glass in his hand was about to be crushed by his finger bones.

Sensitively aware of the emotional changes of the people beside her, the fourth princess Zhan Jin, who was also born by the queen, did not dare to attract more people's attention, so she had to slightly tilt her head towards the prince.

Brother Prince...

Zhan Jin sighed in her heart, she also noticed the weird atmosphere between her father and elder brother, which made her really in a dilemma.

Like her elder brother, she is full of admiration and dependence on her father, but she also has a deep relationship with her elder brother who watched her grow up.

The elder brother of the crown prince has grown up, so it is logical that he should be involved in government affairs. His father originally trained him in this way, but at some point, his father gradually dispelled the idea of ​​letting him participate in politics early.

The more unwilling the father was, the more the courtiers pushed the elder brother to fight. The problems between them, even the queen mother was helpless, what could she do as a little princess.

Zhan Jin was full of melancholy in her heart, and sighed almost inaudibly.

The fifth prince, Zhanyu, who was beside the fourth princess, didn't understand why the fourth sister sighed so well, he just felt that he was so hungry.

He had finished eating all the edible fruits and vegetables on the table, and he didn't want to eat the cold greasy dishes. He really hoped that the banquet would be held early so that he could go back to the palace for snacks.

Zhan Yu rubbed his little round belly, thinking of the delicious snacks in the bedroom, couldn't help swallowing.

The gift offering continued, and the princes were followed by the clan.

The birthday gift that King Qin prepared was a picture of a horse drawn by himself. When it was King Su's turn, he drank wine dully and didn't move, and everyone silently ignored him.

Zhan Heng's deep eyes lightly glanced at the man who was drinking, he didn't care, he was just a defeated man.

After the clan relatives came the courtiers, and soon it was Song Qinnian's turn.

Song Qinnian flicked his sleeves and helped the table to stand up. Compared with the various rare treasures of other ministers, the things presented by Song Qinnian were much more simple.

What he presented was a memorial.

Everyone frowned deeply, Song Qinnian must have been confused, for such a great birthday, he actually handed over a booklet.

Those who hated him didn't even bother to hide the schadenfreude on his face, who would have thought that just as soon as his sneering smile came to his face, his face froze because of the joyous laughter of the emperor.

"Aiqing, is your method really feasible?"

"Going back to the emperor, it's not difficult at this time. The difficulty lies in the inconvenience of the traffic. As long as the emperor sets up sub-stations at intervals, usually it is only announced together with the mansion newspaper. When there is something important, each sub-station will hurry If it does, it will be passed on in time.”

Song Qinnian replied loudly, in fact, there is nothing else in this booklet, it is just a construction framework similar to a news agency.

Speaking of which, it was Lan Xi who inspired Song Qinnian to write ideas.

Lan Xi is a net worm who has experienced the modern information explosion. After coming here, Miss Boudoir's boring entertainment life and inconvenient communication methods made it difficult for her to get used to it.

Out of the idea of ​​finding some healthy fun, she thought of the storybook.

Unexpectedly, she was disappointed when she was taken to the bookstore. There were scripts, but perhaps because of the preciousness of ancient paper, only a small part was used for the scripts.

Even if there are, there are only books such as talented scholars and beautiful ladies and strange people and strange aspirations. More importantly, in order to save paper, all the plots of the stories are extremely simplified.

Coming here in high spirits, returning disappointed, Song Qinnian noticed his gloomy daughter, so he asked why, and learned that it was because the script had disappointed her, and he didn't get annoyed that she had become obsessed with heresy at a young age.

Everyone has a time when they are young, don't talk about it, even if it is a picture of spring drama, he did a lot of research when he was young.

(End of this chapter)