Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

"Master, emperor, how can he do this!"

The whole room was full of people, and women were crying. The lady was crying, the lady was crying, and even the old lady was crying.

The Minister of rites had a terrible headache. "Don't cry, don't cry!"

The people in the room were scolded. Madam and miss did not dare to cry. Even if they cried, they only dared to shed tears and did not dare to purr again.

But the son's mother can, cried the old lady, "Since ancient times, there has been no such thing. Send the scholars of the Imperial Academy to fight. Is it to die or fight? Why doesn't the emperor directly want our lives! How can my heng'er fight barbarians? My old woman wants white haired people to send black haired people. Emperor, kill the old woman. I can't live, I can't live!"

The Minister of rites, does he want to send his legitimate son to the front to fight?

He doesn't want to, he doesn't want to, but what can he do? It's the emperor who decides.

He can resist!

The Minister of Rites has a headache. The senior scholar of Dongge directly fainted. In their family, this generation is the only one.

Old laizi didn't say. He took care of and grew up since childhood. Now he wants this single seedling to go to the front to fight.

It's not a war. If you go, it's gone.

His big family is over, it's in his hands!

"Master, you think about it, you think about it!"

He thinks, what does he think?

Can he go for his son or let the emperor take back his life?

"Go... Find an innocent... Send... Send him to his room, and then send some medicine..." said the master of Dongge.

Those who listen can't believe what they hear.

Sir, this is to ask the young master to take the house.

It's normal to collect the house. They have to collect the house when they are old, but the problem is that their young master is not old enough to collect the house at all!

Their young master is only ten years old!!!

"Madam, madam!" the lady who wanted to understand what the master said turned her eyelids and fell down.

Her son, the master wants her son to continue the incense for the family and leave it for the family. The master is determined. All the medicines are used up. When the medicine is used up, people... Will be wasted!!

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"Draw lots." the interior minister looked at the men in a room. The older ones had already married and had grandchildren, and the younger ones were only four or five years old.

Full, standing in a room.

These are his sons. There are many of his sons, but the problem is that most of these children are concubines!

He has only two direct sons.

But there are only two!

The palm and back of the hand are all meat. Where to go? It's up to God.

The two men's faces are complex. They once had a sense of superiority to the identity of their legitimate son, and now they want to lose the identity of their legitimate son.

At this moment, he would rather be a bastard!

"The eldest, the eldest young master took it." the servant announced the result tremblingly.

The young master, who was obviously short, waited for the wooden sign and shook his head slowly, "no... no... not me..."

"No, not me!! I won't go, father I won't go!!"

The interior minister closed his eyes and dared not look at his eldest son. He waved, "take the eldest young master down and watch him. When the people from the imperial court come, send the eldest young master!"

"No... I'm not going!!"