Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 510 The Queen and Her Expression Pack ([-])
Such things as posthumous titles are posthumous titles granted by the emperor after his death, and will be used in history books in the future. It can be said that it has laid the foundation for whether he is a good emperor or an evil emperor.

The old emperor was getting older, but he lived more and more. Like a child, he likes to think wildly, grieving for spring and autumn.

Now that he is still alive, the crown prince dares to be so disrespectful, with every sentence of irony, won't the crown prince be rebellious when he kicks his legs? !
Once there is a knot in my heart, I will start to care about many old accounts that I don't pay much attention to at ordinary times, confirming this knot one by one.

In fact, the prince was always yelling in front of the old emperor, with no respect for his elders, and arrogant.

Unlike his ninth brother, who was respectful to the old emperor, a standard filial son and grandson.

The old emperor thought for a long time, and stretched out his hand to beckon the prince and the nine princes into the palace.

His body was deteriorating day by day, and he gradually became tired of fighting wits and courage with these young and vigorous sons.

Some things need to be decided.

The prince's mansion is close to the palace gate, and the prince Murong Shuo arrived at the palace first.

Just after it rained, Murong Shuo's clothes were accidentally wetted by the rain dew on the leaves of grass. He nonchalantly twisted the wet clothes and entered the hall, saluted hastily, "My son I have seen my father."

Before the old emperor asked him to get up, he raised his head first, looked at the old emperor a few times, and laughed unscrupulously.

"Father, why is your complexion so bad? Did you spend the whole night correcting the memorial again last night?" The prince spontaneously stepped forward, walked around behind him, took down the wishful music that was on the shelf, and scratched his back with just enough force.

Most of the anger accumulated in the old emperor's heart could not help but dissipate.

To be honest, the prince is not unfilial.

It's just that, after all, she has been pampered by herself since she was a child, a little arrogant and unruly, regardless of superiority or inferiority.

Just as the old emperor's heart softened, he suddenly heard the prince speak again.

"Father is still worrying about the affairs of the eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, and seventh brother? In fact, these are trivial matters, but they were deliberately made a big deal by those who cared. Don't take it to heart, turn a blind eye and close one eye, this matter is over."

For those in power, the most taboo thing is for others to make decisions for them.

"Shuo'er thinks that Father is too strict with your elder brothers?"

The old emperor's face darkened slightly, and the crown prince who stood behind him and beat his shoulders and scratched his back couldn't see it due to the angle.

"There are some."

Murong Shuo was established as the crown prince from birth, and his mother and concubine loved him for many years, and the emperor also liked this child very much. This half of his life can be said to be smooth sailing, and he never suffered any setbacks.

The more people live smoothly, the more they like to go straight.

Sometimes they don't realize how much their straightness can bother and hurt other people.

"Oh? Then Shuo'er thinks, what should I do?"

The old emperor's self-proclaimed name has changed from the kind "Father Emperor" to the serious "Zhen".

"Brother was confused for a while and made a big mistake, just take his military power and throw it back to the place of generation."

The prince, however, continued to speak on his own, as if he didn't realize it.

"Confiscated the third brother's house, dug out the greedy ink for the people's livelihood, and transferred him from the household department."

The old emperor narrowed his wrinkled eyes slightly.

"As for Sixth Brother, he needs to be treated by a famous doctor, and the brothel woman who gave him his illness must be arrested and executed."

The prince was obviously used to the old emperor's indulgence to him, and he talked on and on for a long time.Later, Huatou gradually extended to other aspects.

For example, offering sacrifices.

Mu Kingdom held a high priest every year. Last year, the old emperor was unwell and couldn't attend. The crown prince performed the sacrificial ceremony on behalf of the emperor.

But now, the prince offered to offer sacrifices on his behalf again this year.

In the eyes of the old emperor, this gesture was simply a challenge to his authority!
"Shuo'er." The old emperor couldn't bear to interrupt the prince's words, looked down at the prince's wet clothes, and said. "Wet clothes are easy to catch cold on the body, go to the small pavilion and change."

The prince only thought that it was the old emperor who cared about him, so he responded with a smile and retreated to the small pavilion.

After a while, someone from the palace came with clothes and reported: "His Royal Highness, there are no suitable clothes in the garment bureau for the time being. The emperor asked his slaves to bring his old clothes, and please His Royal Highness wear them."

The prince picked up the old clothes on the storage table, sniffed them up to his nose, and asked with some disgust, "How long has it been since you washed this clothes?"

"Return to His Royal Highness, because these old clothes are not worn all year round, the Clothes Bureau only washes them once a month."

Wash only once a month?
The prince's face was a little blue.

The palace man called out cautiously: "His Royal Highness? This clothes..."

"Okay, okay, step back." The prince waved the palace servants away impatiently, reluctantly changed into old clothes, tugged at the sleeves that were shortened, strode out of the small pavilion, and complained casually . "Father, when did you wear this shirt? It's so short!"

The old emperor stared at him for a long while, then suddenly waved his hand, "Since you don't like it, then change it. Someone, let the imperial concubine give the prince a set of clothes."

The prince smiled and said: "It happens that I haven't seen my mother and concubine for a long time, why don't I go there by myself and ask for some clothes to wear."

"Alright." The old emperor nodded.

Not long after the prince withdrew from the hall, the Ninth Prince Murong Zhuo came to see him with his concubine Zhou Qiaowei.

Similarly, the hem of his clothes was wet from the dew on the blades of grass protruding into the corridor.

The old emperor glanced at Zhou Qiaowei, looked at Murong Zhuo's wet clothes, pointed to Xiaoge, "Go and change into clean clothes."

Murong Zhuo was flattered and saluted again and again, "Thank you, Father!"

The young couple retreated to the small pavilion.

After a while, someone from the palace came with the emperor's old clothes.

Murong Zhuo dismissed the palace servants, looked at the old clothes on the table, and frowned slightly.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the clothes.

The next moment, his fingers were tightly clenched.

Qiao Wei shook her head at him, lowered her voice and said: "How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch?"

Murong Zhuo woke up like a dream!
A moment later, Murong Zhuo walked out of the small pavilion nervously holding the robe he had taken off.

The old emperor swept his thin middle coat, a little surprised, "What? The clothes don't fit well?"

"No, no, no!" Murong Zhuo hurriedly waved his hands, "Father's old clothes are too precious, Ah Zhuo dare not desecrate them."

"Father rewarded you, you just wear it."

"No, no, no! Father is the son of heaven, and there is dragon energy on the old clothes to protect him. Ah Zhuo is an ordinary person, how can he touch it at will?"

The old emperor stared intently at himself, the Ninth Prince, the light in his eyes was different from the past.

Murong Zhuo was a little uneasy, "Father?"

The old emperor suddenly laughed.

"Okay." He nodded approvingly. "well!"

(End of this chapter)