Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 31 The Father and Son
If people live for a long time, they will forget many things.

This is the case for Zhao Chengfeng, the third son of Prince Dangbei who was reincarnated in the 48th year of Qiyuan and did not exist in this world in his previous life.

Especially in his previous life, he was a Taoist dog who cultivated the path of immortality. Although it was boring, he did live for a long time, which also caused him to forget more things.
For example, he only remembers such major events as who destroyed the Zhou Tian Dynasty.

But I can’t remember who the three generations of emperors after the Zhou Dynasty would be called, if His Majesty is the current generation.
Even though the little princess Wei Huanchu was very famous, even though he had heard of her countless times in Beiting City in this life, there was no such person in his memory of his previous life.

Of course, there was no seventh prince in front of him who mocked himself as the Xian Wang.

However, this did not affect Zhao Chengfeng's feeling that he felt like old friends with him at first sight, and he felt that the thick-browed and big-eyed seventh master of the royal family in front of him was very likely to become his future father-in-law.

Because for him, there is nothing more profitable than coming to Kyoto for marriage than being married or not.

If you marry the crazy little princess Wei Huanchu, wouldn't it be the same as not marrying at all?

The reason why I think it is profitable is because it is difficult for people who have lived for a long time to like someone, let alone love someone.

Zhao Chengfeng has seen countless good-looking skins in his life, but he has never met an interesting soul or a compatible soul.
He had met one in his last life, but he hadn't decided whether to meet him again in this life, because it was indeed a bit of torture.

Therefore, instead of marrying a living person into a political marriage, he will definitely not like her or love her, and it will be difficult to like and love her in the future. Marrying the crazy Wei Huanchu home as a doll sister must be a sign of Dangbei. The palace represents the optimal solution for his marriage with the royal family.

And it is said that Wei Huanchu is very good-looking.
Anyway, let's put it this way, Zhao Chengfeng would rather marry an idiot who goes home stupid and drools than a living princess.

Because the former must be very worry-free.

The latter has too many unknowns and troubles.
Therefore, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case. The way Zhao Chengfeng looked at the seventh master of the royal family in front of him became more and more different.

"Your Majesty, why are you looking at me like this?" King Xian was flustered by what he saw. He always felt that he had made a huge mistake today.

"His Royal Highness Prince Xian, although we are quite different in age, we hit it off today because of the four characters on the plaque. It is fate."

"Huh? It's not like that. You and I are not the only ones who like these four words."

"I heard that King Xian likes to play chess?"

"That's true."

"I would also like."

"Um?."

"I heard that King Xian likes to fight crickets?"

"Yes"

"I'll ask Beiting to send some big crickets from the north tomorrow, such as tiger-headed, light green, one-horned, and off-shell crickets. I'm sure King Xian will be satisfied."

"Uh"

"Your Highness, you don't mind if I call you King Xian, you should be called Prince Jing."

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone in the palace calls me that, I'm used to it."

"That's good, has King Xian eaten in the morning?"

Prince Xian, who was a little confused and felt even more panicked: "I'm just here to deliver soup to my father. The prince can also have a bowl later. I brought a lot, and my father won't mind."

Zhao Chengfeng heard this: "King Xian is so filial."

King Xian quickly waved his hand and said: "My brothers are all officials in the court, performing their own duties and sharing the worries of my father. I can't. I haven't liked and can't do these things since I was a child, so I made plans early. I just want to be an idle prince, so I can only do these small things, please don’t laugh at me, Your Majesty."

Zhao Chengfeng: "How can I laugh at you? King Xian, there is no need to belittle yourself. Everyone is good at different things. If the soup is made well, it is also a very important thing for the family to enjoy it."

These words sounded comfortable, and King Xian responded with a smile.

Zhao Chengfeng was curious: "Send it every day?"

"That's natural."

"How long?"

King Xian raised his thick eyebrows and thought for a while: "I don't remember, but it has been more than ten years anyway, so my father is used to drinking the soup I brought to court every day. Even if I don't come, I won't get used to it either."

Zhao Chengfeng was a little admired when he heard this.

You must know that it is not easy to be a free-spirited person who is born in the royal family. He needs to resist countless temptations, and have a deep understanding of himself and what he really wants, so that he can be indisputable for more than ten years. Rob.So in some respects, the seemingly inoffensive King Xian can be regarded as a person who understands a certain aspect of life.

Of course, the most important thing is that such a prince without ambition is very suitable for...
Just as he was thinking about it, King Xian pointed at the several-story exquisite lunch box not far from the side hall: "Would you like to take a bite first?"

Zhao Chengfeng shook his head: "I don't like soup."

……

Emperor Zhou loved soup very much. After the morning court, he drank it non-stop in the side hall.

After that, King Xian was asked to take care of Zhao Chengfeng, while he himself went to the cabinet and discussed important dynasty affairs with the bachelors in the cabinet.

King Xian had nothing to do, so he took Zhao Chengfeng to play chess.

I didn't know, but I was shocked to see that the rumored third son of Prince Dangbei's house in front of me was unlearned and unskilled, but his chess skills were astonishing.

King Xian, an old chess player, was killed and his armor was thrown off.

It's just that he loves to play, and the more defeated he becomes, the more addictive he becomes.

The fight lasted until noon, and the two continued to fight fiercely after lunch. He actually failed to win a single game until dusk.

At this time, the idle king had just lost another round, and was combing his hair into a chicken coop, shouting that he wanted another round, when he turned around and found that his father, Wei Renxiong, had finally finished his government affairs and was sitting next to him, unaware of the situation. How long have you been playing chess?

"Stupid old Qi, chess requires talent. Your talent is not here, but in making soup."

"Father said yes."

"Go get ready."

"what?"

King Xian's eyes widened when he heard this. He looked to his left at his father, then at the third son Zhao Chengfeng, with obvious doubts.

"go."

King Xian had no choice but to whisper, "Father is about to leave."

Emperor Zhou nodded: "Yes."

This time King Xian cupped his hands and retreated.

Zhao Chengfeng saw Emperor Zhou sitting in the seat where King Xian had just been. He thought he was going to have a meal with him, but he saw that he just took a sip of tea:

"Let's go too."

After speaking, Emperor Zhou stood up and Zhao Chengfeng followed closely behind him.

The two of them walked through the palace, but there was no one in sight.

Passed through three stone paths, two palaces, and a medicine garden.

Finally, when Emperor Zhou and Zhao Chengfeng pushed open a small door, the originally quiet world seemed to suddenly have a sound, as if it was hit directly on the door in front of him.

In an instant, due to the opening of a door, noisy sounds poured into the eardrums. The lively market was in front of us. The smell of various foods mixed with each other entered the nose. The sound of shouting came one after another. The world in front of us The quilt is brightly colored and full of fireworks.

Zhao Chengfeng thought that His Majesty had just led him through some kind of formation in the palace, but he had not yet adapted to the sudden change in the world in front of him.

A black carriage came to the scene at a fast speed. The two horses pulling the carriage raised their front hooves inlaid with complicated inscriptions, blocking some of the light beams and causing dust to fall down.

Zhao Chengfeng took a quick look and saw that the driver was none other than King Xian who had just left.

Look at this posture.

Look at this level of skill.

I'm afraid I don't sneak out to go see the flower boats very often.
He had previously thought that His Majesty might be a lonely old man.
He used to think that King Xian was an honest man.

Now it seems
This father and son
You have to have fun~!

(End of this chapter)