After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Zhao Sanmei hesitated: "My mother."

"Who is your mother?"

"My mother is my mother, who else could it be?" Zhao Sanmei looked wary.

Fan Jin glanced at Lin Zhiyu: "Get out."

Lin Zhiyu couldn't get what she wanted and walked outside the door.

The steward stepped forward and asked, "Why did you come out?"

Lin Zhiyu thought for a moment: "Master Xiao Fan asked me to go back and get some seasonings."

The steward took a look inside and thought that Lin Zhiyu was just a little guy, so it wouldn't be a big deal if he went alone.

He waved his hand: "Go back quickly."

Lin Zhiyu responded, and at the corner where he couldn't see, he walked towards the east courtyard where Zheng Ziyan was.

Zheng Ziyan's room is very easy to recognize, and there is a study next to it.

After the two maids next to him passed by, Lin Zhiyu bent down and got in.

Zheng Ziyan's study room was full of gaudy porcelain, and there was a folding fan on the highest shelf. At first glance, he thought it was the one in Zheng Guanyue's hand.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, Lin Zhiyu finally found a stack of letter paper in a secret compartment under the table.

She took out one, glanced at it, and heard someone coming here.

"Did someone enter His Highness's study?"

"Go and have a look!"

Several boys passing by faintly saw a figure inside and shouted sharply.

Lin Zhiyu's scalp tightened and she had no choice but to get under the table.

The boy had already arrived at the door of the study, and when he was about to go in, he suddenly seemed to hear something, stopped in his steps, and turned around quickly to go out.

Lin Zhiyu breathed a long sigh of relief, not daring to wait too long, and quickly returned to the west courtyard.

……

The place where Zheng Ziyan and Zhou Tingchen made an appointment was a teahouse, which was his private property.

Yuan Er slowly reined in the reins and said, "Your Highness, no one is here yet."

Zheng Ziyan was dressed in casual clothes and stepped in.

There were already a few scattered people drinking morning tea inside.

The shopkeeper personally led Zheng and Yuan into the private room on the top floor.

Zheng Ziyan sat down and pressed a piece of paper under the coffee table.

Not long after, a man came in surrounded by several guards.

Yuan Er looked down from the window. The man walked calmly. He looked like he was indeed a big shot.

He was wearing a hood, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

Zheng Ziyan lowered his head to make tea: "Since you have asked me to meet, I guess the emperor already has an idea in his mind."

"How come I don't know that I already have an idea in my mind?"

Zheng Ziyan shook his hand and spilled most of the tea.

After taking off his hood, Emperor Yong'an looked gloomy. With just one glance, Zheng and Yuan knelt on the ground.

Zheng Ziyan wanted to defend himself: "Father, son and minister... I just want to discuss the trade route with the king of Qin in detail, and I will report it to my father when the results are obtained."

"presumptuous."

Emperor Yong'an glanced at the small table, leaned over and pulled out the piece of paper.

"Third brother, you are very courageous."

Zheng Ziyan did not dare to answer.

Emperor Yong'an unfolded the note, his expression getting colder and colder.

Above, the next plan is written in detail.

Zheng Ziyan secretly slapped himself in the mouth.

This was also his first face-to-face discussion with Zhou Tingchen, the king of Qin. In order to avoid stage fright, he discussed two response plans with Fan Jin in advance.

But who knew that it was Emperor Yong'an who came!
Zhou Tingchen is a villain.

Zheng Ziyan gritted his teeth.

Emperor Yong'an sat down on the throne and looked coldly at the son in front of him who was very similar to himself.

"Third brother, you are still too impatient."

Emperor Yong'an sighed.

"In order to sit in this position, I have been dormant for more than ten years before I was promoted to Dabao.

You are only twenty-five years old, so you hope that others will reach bliss as soon as possible? Zheng Ziyan was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe: "My son, I don't dare." "

"I see how brave you are!" Emperor Yong'an threw the piece of paper in Zheng Ziyan's face.

Zheng Ziyan didn't dare to hide or pick up the piece of paper: "Father and son, I just won't give in."

"You are not willing to give in?" Emperor Yong'an laughed angrily, "You are the son of a widower, and you are well-dressed and well-fed. Why are you not willing to give in?"

"Ask yourself, are you really not biased at all?"

Zheng Ziyan saw that the matter had reached this point and could not be ended, so he simply raised his head and looked at Emperor Yong'an.

"Zheng Guanyue was just born by a concubine, but you value him more.

Whenever anything happens, I always leave it to him. Why? Is it because the son-in-law is not qualified?

Obviously Erchen is the orthodox one! "

Emperor Yong'an's hand holding the tea cup tightened: "Are you done?"

"My son is full of grievances and I can't finish my words!" Zheng Ziyan's lips trembled. This was the first time he spoke to his father, the emperor of Xirong, like this.

"Everyone says that Erchen is a loser, but Zheng Guanyue doesn't even bother to fight with Erchen.

Prove yourself, are you wrong? "

There was a long silence in the room.

Emperor Yong'an drank the remaining half of the tea, stood up and walked to Zheng Ziyan.

"You and I are so similar.

You only see the supreme power in this position, but you don’t know the pain behind it.

Do you know why there are only two of you left? "

Zheng Ziyan stared blankly at the floor in front of him.

As soon as the other brothers reached old age, they were given titles and moved to their own fiefdoms.

Only he and Zheng Guanyue stayed in the capital.

This is why he feels that he has the capital to compete with Zheng Guanyue.

"The boss is the heir apparent. There is still a lot to learn and see. You are the only one I can't bear to part with."

Emperor Yong'an's hands were behind his back.

Zheng Ziyan was shocked.

“You can’t love, you can’t hate, you can’t seek.

When you sit in this position, you will know that there are constraints everywhere.

The boss doesn't fight with you, not because he is disdainful, but because you are his younger brother.

I don’t know anything, I don’t understand anything, but I have a powerful mother’s family behind me.

Even if your brother is separated from you, he will not attack you casually.

After being a widower for a hundred years, you can do whatever you want, without worrying about food and clothing, and inherit the title from generation to generation. "

Emperor Yong'an pressed his hand heavily on Zheng Ziyan's shoulder.

"Zi Yan, the road is narrow!"

Zheng Ziyan froze.

——Zi Yan.

How long has it been since your father called him that?

It seems that it was when he contacted Zhou Tingchen, who was still the prince, in order to compete with Zheng Guanyue.

Father, he already knew it!
But why not expose it?

"Why?" Zheng Ziyan asked.

Emperor Yong'an retracted his hand: "If you want to fight, I will let you fight."

Then his tone suddenly changed: "Not in this way.

You just want to compete with the boss, but you bet the whole Xirong! "

Emperor Yong'an glanced at the paper on the ground and cursed: "It's useless."

Zheng Ziyan murmured for a long time, but couldn't say anything else.

“Three days to prepare and move to Tianwu Prefecture.

Without an edict, one is not allowed to enter the capital. "

Emperor Yong'an spoke the last sentence very slowly.

The guards followed him left and right and left the teahouse.

Zheng Ziyan was still kneeling on the ground. Yuan Er wanted to come up to help him, but was frightened back by his red eyes.

He turned around and kowtowed in the direction where Emperor Yong'an left. (End of chapter)