imperial coddle

Chapter 154 Zhang Ling's Thoughts

After a long time, Nangong Lingchen released Yan Qingjun, which made Yan Qingjun a little uncomfortable. As soon as she let go, she took a deep breath, but looking at someone who had obviously calmed down, Yan Qingjun felt that no matter what Everything was worth it, Yan Qingjun stretched out his hands and hugged Nangong Lingchen's waist, giving him strength invisibly.

"If this time, what will you do if I lose."

Nangong Lingchen seemed to be asking himself or Yan Qingjun in his arms. The person in his arms was stunned for a moment, and he hugged himself even tighter in an instant. The little girl raised her head and put it on Nangong Lingchen's chin. , said softly:
"If you lose, no matter what the result is, I will accompany you, go up to the poor and fall to the underworld, and follow you."

Nangong Lingchen responded to the little girl by hugging the little girl even tighter in his arms. In fact, he really doesn't have much background. If Yan Qingjun can find out, he can also find out. The countries seem to have negotiated. , all staring at Suzaku, the throne is really not important to me, but I promised my mother and concubine that I would get this seat, and let Suzaku be in my hands well, the man called my father died. Sometimes I also ask myself to hold on to it.

So no matter what, I can't give up, and the little girl in my arms, the treasure I hold in my hands, no matter how much I pay, I must protect her. The person lying in Nangong Lingchen's arms has no idea that just now The man who was holding her made a hard decision in his heart.

"Chen, do you think General Lin and Prime Minister Zhang will help Princess Dowager?"

Yan Qingjun suddenly thought of this question, withdrew from Nangong Lingchen's arms and stood in front of Nangong Lingchen, blinking at Nangong Lingchen.

"It's hard to say, maybe yes, maybe no, didn't you understand the meaning of that old bitch's last sentence just now? She doesn't have a son, but she said that she likes the prime minister's son very much. Who doesn't know that the prime minister's son is so dandy and dissolute My son, such a person is also the best to grasp."

Hearing Nangong Lingchen's words, Yan Qingjun frowned, feeling a sense of irritability in his heart, and suddenly Yan Qingjun remembered what Zhang Ling said to him last time, although Yan Qingjun didn't know what Zhang Ling said What do you mean, but Yan Qingjun always felt that Zhang Ling said he would help him, not lying to himself, he would really do that, Yan Qingjun didn't know why, but he felt this way in his heart.

Yan Qingjun is really right. Since meeting Yan Qingjun that night, Zhang Ling has changed his mind and started a new life. As soon as he returned home, he studied various things and produced various materials, making Zhang Hengyuan and his wife think that His son was bewitched. As soon as Zhang Hengyuan came home, he saw that his son, who had never been home, was at home, and he looked like he was still waiting for him. Subconsciously, Zhang Hengyuan felt that this bastard had done something bad again. When he walked in, he didn't give him a good face.

"What the hell did you do again, let me clean it up for you?"

Ever since Zhang Ling heard that Zhang Hengyuan was found by the concubine to see the palace, he has been fidgeting and walking around the house. The prime minister's wife also thought that he had made a mistake, and the whole person was frightened. When he saw his father now When he came back, he quickly stood up, went up to meet him, pulled Zhang Hengyuan to sit in the main seat, brought a cup of tea and handed it over.

"Father, you're back? You've worked hard, have a cup of tea."

Zhang Hengyuan looked at his son in disbelief. This was probably the first time this bastard had poured himself tea since he could remember. Which family's young master has been bullied, which family's young lady has been bullied?

The person who was obedient a few days ago turned his back and committed a crime. After all, his nature is hard to change. What can he do with such a son? Thinking of what Concubine Chen said tonight, Zhang Hengyuan shuddered. Obviously the concubine wants to use him, but what can she do.Thinking about it this way, Zhang Hengyuan's heart was filled with anger. If his son was a little more competitive, why should he be like this.

"You bastard, tell me, what did you do?"

Zhang Ling was a little taken aback, had he really been such a jerk before?Why is he a heinous bastard in the eyes of his father? Although he was a little ridiculous before, he is not so bad.

"Father, does the child have to do something wrong to be filial to you and mother? The child was a little ignorant before, but the child is not really so confused that he doesn't understand anything. The child will correct himself in the future. "

Zhang Hengyuan couldn't believe it. This was his son who gave him headaches all the time. Just now, the son who had been calling him father since being beaten by Taishi Yan's daughter just now called him father. He had a feeling that his son seemed to be It was as if she was a different person overnight, and Zhang Ling's mother was sobbing and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes repeatedly with a silk handkerchief in her hand. The son was considered sensible.

Zhang Ling naturally knew that it would be so easy given how powerful his prime minister father was, so Zhang Ling wondered if he should give him a sudden blow.

"Father, you just went to see your aunt. Did your aunt say that she wants you to help her, and also let you know that she intends to ask your child to take over that seat?"

Now, Zhang Hengyuan was stupefied with fright. He only talked about it at night. How could he know? Could it be that the concubine sent someone to tell him that it was impossible. Just when Zhang Hengyuan was about to ask, he glanced The lady beside him, Zhang Hengyuan paused for a moment, and said to Zhang Ling:
"Follow me to the study."

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Zhang Ling smiled. What he wanted was such an effect. It was inconvenient to say anything here. Zhang Ling had never entered Zhang Hengyuan's study because he didn't want to go. Let him go in, but this time he took the initiative to let him go, so it can be seen that his words still played a certain role.

The prime minister's wife was a little worried. You must know that the relationship between the two fathers and sons has always been very bad. She also heard some of what her son said just now. The younger sister was so brave. When Zhang Ling passed by, the prime minister's wife grabbed her son, her eyes gradually became worried. Zhang Ling patted his mother's hand, signaling that there is no need to worry.

Zhang Ling followed Zhang Hengyuan into the study at the back of the main hall. Zhang Ling saw that the study was well-organized and exuded the smell of calligraphy and ink. For the first time, Zhang Ling felt that the smell was not so unpleasant. Zhang Ling looked around. There are many Zhang Hengyuan's own calligraphy. Zhang Hengyuan's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, very imposing. Zhang Ling also practiced it when he was a child, and it was also good. Sitting down on the seat, watching Zhang Ling in the middle looking around, asked in a deep voice:

"How do you know about this?"

Zhang Ling's father's words brought Zhang Ling back from his memories. Zhang Ling naturally knew what Zhang Hengyuan was asking. You bastard, you thought all this was sent by my aunt to inform you in advance.

"Father, whether the child knows or not, you cannot agree to this matter."

Zhang Hengyuan frowned and looked at the son on the opposite side. If he didn't look exactly the same, he would have started to suspect that this was not his son, but someone else who had been dumped. He could refuse such a good thing outright. His personality was really too unlike him, and he looked at Zhang Ling fixedly, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Father, there is no need to doubt that I am your biological son. If you don't believe me, you can do a blood test."

……

Well, isn't this the same bastard? No matter how he changes, the bastard's energy is still there, and the original shape is revealed in one sentence. Zhang Hengyuan pretended to be angry and said:
"Asshole, what are you talking about, you are not my son, how can you be someone else's?"

"I think it belongs to someone else, isn't it dare?"

Although Zhang Ling's voice was not loud, Zhang Hengyuan still heard it. Hearing this, he put down his old face and stared at Zhang Ling fiercely.

"You bastard, what are you talking about?"

……

Naturally, I dare not say it again. Looking at the old man who is so angry with these three or two sentences, I can imagine how angry Zhang Ling made his father in the past. Zhang Ling calmed down and said to Zhang Hengyuan seriously:

"If my aunt really has this plan, she should find her. There are so many princes, and it's impossible for the child to come. Father, what do you think the aunt is doing all this hard work for? Could it be because of her cousin? It's just that everything is nothing. It's just a cover, my aunt's real purpose is probably to proclaim herself emperor."

Zhang Hengyuan didn't think so much at first, but now that he heard Zhang Ling's analysis, he felt that this was really the case. Because of the seriousness of the matter, Zhang Hengyuan temporarily forgot that this was his ignorant and ignorant son.

"In your opinion, what should I do now as a father?"

"Serve the country wholeheartedly."

Just four short words, Zhang Ling didn't know Zhang Hengyuan until his father understood it. Zhang Ling wanted to support the emperor Nangong Lingchen himself, but if he did this, he would offend the concubine. There will always be a three-party fight. Both parties will lose, no matter how you choose, you must always abandon the other two parties.

"What if His Majesty loses?"

"No, His Majesty will not lose. Father seems to have forgotten how old His Majesty was when he took the throne. At that time, His Majesty was not defeated. Do you think His Majesty will?"

Zhang Ling just asked Zhang Hengyuan in a casual sentence. Zhang Hengyuan thought in his heart, yes, he did not fail more than ten years ago. It only took a month for the young emperor to clean up the court. No one dared to say that he was wrong. Maybe it was the ease of the past few years that made everyone forget about the ruthless and decisive His Majesty.

(End of this chapter)