Long live Emperor Wu!

Chapter 50 Let’s go, don’t spoil the fun
After leaving the court, King Jin helped the prince out of the Tai Chi Hall.

The emperor was waiting for them at the back door of Tai Chi Hall.

Seeing the prince coming out limping, he looked pained under his crown. He took two steps forward and stretched out a hand to hold his son's arm, saying with a heavy expression:
"Cheng Qian, please don't go to court for the next two days and concentrate on treating your illness. I heard from the imperial doctor that you must walk more to get better. You are following the administration and you always spend too much time sitting, which delays your illness."

When he said "Don't go to court," he could clearly feel the tremors on his son's arms.

Considering that the prince has always been confident and cheerful, when has the word "sensitive" ever been associated with him?His heart ached a little more.

So the emperor added calmly:
"Don't worry, it won't be a problem even if it can't be cured. Aye has already fought all the battles that need to be fought for you. Your next task is mainly to govern the country. You just need to know people well and do their jobs well. If you have inconveniences in your legs and feet, you will be fine." What matters?"

The prince raised his head, straightened his chest and exhaled a sigh of relief, deliberately saying with a hearty smile:

"Don't worry, Aye, I will work hard to cure the disease. It's just a minor problem. I've survived life and death difficulties. I'm still afraid of this?"

The emperor listened to his words and looked at his pretending to be strong, and almost burst into tears.

He stretched out his hand and gave the prince a firm hug, patted his back and said:

"Good son! You are worthy of being the crown prince I have recognized."

The emperor was afraid that his tears would fall, so after letting go of him, he left without turning his head. He walked so hastily and waved:

"Xiaojiu, send your prince brother back to the East Palace and talk to him more. I won't go if I have something else to do."

King Jin quickly bowed to the emperor's back and said:

"Yes, Father."

The emperor's guard of honor has gone far.

The prince stood at the door for a long time, never having the courage to take a step forward.

Now he was embarrassing himself with every step he took.

Jin Wang Li Shan stayed with him silently, not knowing what to say.

Brother, who is as dazzling as the sun, why is this happening?

His heart was cut by a knife, and he wished he had suffered this disease for him!

At least he is not the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, nor has he shouldered the expectations of the people, nor has he had such a dazzling past. If he were lame, it would be much easier to bear than the prince!

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and he finally couldn't help crying.

The prince turned his head when he heard the noise, and saw his brother holding up his sleeves to wipe his tears, but the more he wiped, the more he cried, and finally he covered his eyes with his sleeves and started crying.

His voice was suppressed and he was sobbing quietly, as if every breath he took was filled with pain.

The prince's heavy brows gradually showed softness. He reached out and pulled down the sleeves covering his face, and said with a smile:
"Look why you are crying. People who don't know better think you are lame."

King Jin didn't speak and cried even harder.

The prince was 21 years old, tall and handsome, more than a head taller than him. He moved half of his body with difficulty to face him, raised his hand to wipe his tears, and said teasingly:

"Xiaojiu, how old are you this year? You haven't cried like this since your mother passed away. You usually act like an adult, but now you cry like a child?"

The prince saw that he was still crying sadly and couldn't stop at all, so he frowned and pretended to be angry:
"...Your eldest brother is not dead."

King Jin was shocked, and suddenly raised his face, Qingjun's brows were as bright as rain, and he said with stubbornness:
"What unlucky words did you say? Brother, live a long life!"

He lowered his eyebrows, as if he had figured something out, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, returned to his dignified and calm look, and said:

"Brother is right. Compared with life, these are nothing. They are not worth crying."

The prince smiled bitterly, then raised his hand lovingly, rubbed the top of his hair as usual, and said:

"Fool."

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The prince no longer goes to court and exercises a lot of walking every day. How hard he once practiced, now he uses the same will to practice normal walking.

But a month later, his feet still showed no improvement, and even saw the muscles atrophied and deformed.

It doesn't matter, it will be fine one day, he said to himself.

Until one time, he walked across a stone bridge and saw his slumped figure under the bridge. In his mind, he had passed here ten thousand times, and his figure, as tall as a pine tree, suddenly appeared and swept across the lake. Pass.

At that moment, he finally collapsed, holding onto Shiqiao and crying bitterly.

He was finished, he thought... fate doesn't give him time, God is unfair.

……

King Jin would go to the East Palace to accompany him every day, walk with him, and handle some government affairs with him. He watched helplessly as his spirit weakened day by day.

From smiling and comforting his younger brother, to his eyes becoming dull and unable to see him anymore...

King Jin passed through the palace gate and saw that inside were all the actors from the Jiaofang Division, dancing, playing and singing in a chaotic mess.It should be a cheerful scene, but there is a sense of decadence and sadness.

He froze in place, watching the dancing girls passing by him, their sleeves flying, as if they were tireless.

The prince was sitting in the main hall, holding a wine bottle in his hand, looking out, but his eyes were dark and dim. From time to time, he clapped his hands and said hello.

"Big Brother... Big Brother..."

King Jin stood among the chaotic dancers and called several times, but the prince ignored him.

He was heartbroken beyond measure, tears welled up in his eyes, but they did not flow anymore.

Because he knew that his prince brother would never coax him again.

So, he suddenly raised his voice, raised his hand, bowed and said:
"Your Highness, I have some advice to say!"

His tone was still gentle and gentle, but there was a firmness that could not be ignored.

The prince's eyes flickered for a moment, and he pursed his lips as he looked at Prince Jin's figure. He ignored him and took a sip of wine.

He didn't want to hear anything... What reason didn't he understand?
But King Jin was still persistent, and his voice doubled again:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince! I have some advice to say!"

There was anger and pain in his voice, which made everyone in the hall turn their heads to look at him. The sound of strings and bamboos and the flying sleeves stopped all of a sudden.

The prince then said lazily:
"...I know what you're going to say. Your brother, I'm in a bad mood. I'm just watching some singing and dancing...You go, don't spoil the fun."

His voice was as deep as ever.

"You all stand down!" King Jin lowered his eyes and said to the dancers. His tone was obviously gentle, but with the majesty of a superior, as cold as ice.

"Everyone, stand down and go." Seeing that the prince remained silent, the eunuchs following the prince quickly waved their sleeves and cleared the hall of all the other people.

King Jin looked at the prince sitting on the seat and asked with tears in his eyes:

"Brother, what are you doing? You are still the prince. Father said that even if you can't be cured, you will still be the prince! You have worked hard as the prince for more than ten years, and you have never been so ridiculous."

The prince looked at him with tired and decadent eyes, as if water was turning. He leaned forward slightly while holding the wine bottle, and asked in a hoarse voice;
"Xiao Jiu... do you really believe it? The Tang Dynasty will use a cripple as the crown prince? Is it because all the princes are dead and I am the only one left?"

He didn't wait for King Jin to speak and continued angrily:

"Even if I am the only prince left, it is impossible! There are so many ministers in the Tang Dynasty, all of them are heroes and talents. They will tolerate a cripple as their crown prince and emperor?!... Absolutely impossible!"

He cried out that he lost all his strength, fell back and sat back with red eyes, and murmured:
"No need to say anymore, your brother, I'm not a fool. It's useless to say anything. I'm done... Do you want me to have some fun and be happy?... Otherwise, I really don't know how to live."

King Jin looked at him with tears in his eyes and saw him sitting slumped in his seat, looking up and drinking wine, and the wine flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

His originally handsome face was now covered with stubble and heavy dark circles under his eyes, completely different from the high-spirited look he had before.

He felt like his heart had been ripped out and said loudly:
"Why is it impossible? Brother, you are not an ordinary prince. You have assisted my father in governing the country for many years, and your reputation is so high both inside and outside the court. How many people in the world can compare to you?! Who else is worthy of being my father besides you? Heir?"

He slowed down, frowned in pain and said:
"...You can't just give up, giving up on yourself and others. I know that you are suffering in your heart. No one can share the pain you bear, and no one knows how it feels. But I beg you, brother, can you not fall down? ?Can you overcome this hurdle?"

His voice was filled with tears:
"Didn't my father say that as long as the civil ruler knows people and treats them well, as long as you remain the same as before, who will be dissatisfied? No."

The prince looked at King Jin, a glimmer of hope gradually igniting in his eyes.

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"Father...you won't appoint someone else just because the prince's brother has a problem with his foot, right?" King Jin asked pleadingly.

When the emperor heard this, he frowned in pain, dropped the memorial in his hand, and said angrily:
"Who should I appoint? He is the prince I have trained for many years and is very much in line with my wishes. Who else can I appoint besides him?!"

King Jin was so frightened that his eyelids trembled, and then he knelt down quickly, cupped his hands and said:

"Then please Your Majesty, please resume the prince's appointment to the court to discuss affairs. He will not be well raised. If this continues, he will suspect that his father has abandoned him, and he will be unable to recover!"

When the emperor heard this, he held his forehead in pain and lowered his head. He squeezed his hand tightly on the table and did not speak for a long time.

Wu Rou and Princess Jinyang stood outside the door of the side hall, looking at them worriedly.

This was the first time she saw the emperor showing such pain.

After a while, the emperor said in a low voice:
"Xiaojiu... It's not that Aye doesn't want him to go to court, it's just that when I see him in his current state, I feel uncomfortable... It's really uncomfortable. Why would God do this..."

As he spoke, tears fell heavily on the table and hit the memorial with a "splat" sound.

He quickly stretched out his hand to push the memorial away, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears. For a man in his 40s, he looked embarrassed when he stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears.

Wu Rou and Princess Jinyang couldn't help crying when they saw this scene.

King Jin cried and said:

"I know that my father... I am also very sad, but now he needs people's affirmation, especially my father's affirmation. If you don't look at him, how can he withstand such a big blow?"

(End of this chapter)