Nether King's Genius Wife

"My Lord, how can he be like this

A room full of people, a woman's circle are crying, the lady is crying, the young lady is crying, even the old lady is crying.

The Minister of rites had a headache. He had a terrible headache. "Stop crying. Don't cry for me!"

The people in the room were scolded and stopped. The lady didn't dare to cry. Even if she did, she only dared to shed tears and dare not make a whine again.

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

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

He didn't want to, and he didn't want to, but what he could do was the emperor.

Can he still resist!

The Minister of Rites has a headache. The university students in Dongge over there are dizzy. Their family, ah, in this generation, is the only one.

Laolaizi didn't say that he had grown up caring for him since he was a child. Now he wants this single seedling to fight in the front line.

It's not a war. It's gone. It's gone.

He is such a big family, it is ruined in his hands!

"Master, do something about it. Think about it!"

He thought, what did he think?

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

"Go to Go to find someone who has no money Send Send it to his room and send some more medicine... " East Pavilion big scholar breath you weak say.

Those who listen can't believe what they hear.

Master, this is to ask the young master to take over the house.

It's normal to take over the house, but the problem is that the young master of his family is not old enough!

Their young master is only ten years old!!!

"Madame, Madame!" The lady, who wanted to understand what the master said, turned her eyelids and fell.

Her son, master, this is to ask her son to continue incense for the family. After leaving it for the family, the master is determined. All the medicines have been used. The medicine is used up. People It will be abandoned!!

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

Full, standing a room.

These are his sons. He has many sons, but the problem is that most of them are commoners!

There are only two of his sons.

But there are only two!

The palm and the back of the hand are all meat. Which one to go? God.

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

At this moment, he would rather be a commoner son!

"Big, the young master got it." The servant announced the result with trembling.

The young master, who was holding a piece of signboard obviously short, was waiting for the wooden stick, and slowly shook his head, "no No It's not me... "

"No, not me!! I'm not going, father, I'm not going! "

The interior minister closed his eyes and did not dare to look at his eldest son. He waved, "take the eldest young master down and take care of it. Wait for the people from the imperial court to send him away!"

"No I'm not going