Pretty Consort: Prince, Don't Run away

As he spoke, he took two steps forward with his hands behind his back. When he saw the emperor's attitude, he recalled Imperial Concubine's earlier instructions. As if he had found a backbone, he straightened his back and even changed his tone of voice.

He smiled and looked at Song Chongjing.

Song Chongjing felt that he harbored ill intentions, but he couldn't say anything now, so he left just like that …

Thinking about it, he coughed and said, "Currently, thirty thousand soldiers of Fringe City are out buying food, but Royal Father has never issued such a decree. I heard that the Royal Uncle and a few other generals were secretly collecting food from the citizens. Is this true? "

Hearing this, Song Chongjing's face suddenly changed.

It was true, but it wasn't just about collecting food. The soldiers could barely keep the pot boiling, and now they would starve to death.

He had said this several times, but the Emperor simply didn't approve.

He had thought that this matter would be exposed, but he didn't expect that at this time, the Emperor would still be thinking about his actions.

Could it be that he shouldn't care about the soldiers?

Thinking about this matter, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

Song Chongjing looked at the two people who were forcing him, gritted his teeth, and forced out a smile. "Since this nephew knows about this, then this king also happens to want to say it."

"The soldiers at the border fought extremely hard for the country. Why are they reduced to such a state? They don't even have food or food, so how can they defend their families or their countries?" This king has mentioned it many times. Since the emperor knows about it, shouldn't it be necessary to spend more effort on this matter? "

"This is my matter." The emperor wanted to give out the food as well, but he wasn't sure and was currently discussing.

Who would have thought that Prince Jing would actually do such a thing in private!

Furthermore, the soldier's evaluation of him was so high!

This was a prince, and he wanted to make the emperor his emperor. The emperor gritted his teeth as he thought, "They are my soldiers. Even if they starve to death, it would be for my sake. I have a debt of gratitude!"

When Song Chongjing heard this, the last string in his mind was already tensed.

"Yes, this is your problem!" But this world was definitely a national affair! "Soldiers defend their country, how can you say that so easily!"

The voice suddenly grew louder, as if it was filled with anger. He could only stare at the father and son duo in front of him, who did not seem to be mistaken in the slightest.

"Since you are the royal family, or the heavenly sons, and the princes, then you should spend more effort on the right path, not on the wrong ways!"

"Is I the Emperor, or are you the Emperor!?" Do I need you, an outsider, to point fingers at my army? " The emperor was furious.

Song Chongjing laughed coldly: "I am an outsider, not bad, but I am also wholeheartedly serving the country. If I still attract criticism like this, then let's discuss then! "I don't care about reputation, power, or anything else. I only care about these warriors' passion. If it doesn't turn cold, then this mountain will never be taken away!"

"You!"

"Your majesty!" Song Chongjing didn't wait for him to speak and forcefully cut him off: "Open your eyes, look. All these soldiers are your people!"

"They are my people. Their lives are decided by me, not by you!" The emperor was already extremely unhappy as he glared fiercely at Song Chongjing.

Seeing that, just as Song Qian wanted to speak, he sneered, took a step forward, and placed his body in front of him. His voice was cold, and his figure was huge, as though he was a stone statue, with a stance that could not be resisted.

This attitude gave the father and son a fright.

In the end, the emperor had seen great scenes. He was only slightly stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to speak.

At this time, Song Chongjing snorted coldly, he had already retreated, and a look of ridicule was plastered on his face.

Song Chongjing's heart was starting to feel sour. He laughed bitterly and turned to speak: "Your majesty, you are the emperor, but I still want to tell you one thing, the people are the people, you should listen more to the voices of the people, and not to the illusions and power in your hands."

As he spoke, he sighed.

"I have no intention of fighting with you. Right now, I am saying these things. However, I merely want to tell you all that my heart is nothing more than this. "It's just that humans are not like plants and vegetation. My patience is limited, after all."

After speaking, he actually flicked his sleeves and left, with no signs of being an official.

The emperor was already infuriated when he saw this. He fiercely slapped the sandalwood table in front of him and berated, "Stop! Song Chongjing, do you still have us in your eyes? Don't think that a mere Prince Jing like you can create some waves, you are just a subject, a subject! "

Song Chongjing stopped and turned his head to take a cold glance.

"What I have said now is only the last piece of advice. If the Emperor isn't willing to listen, then let's not listen. "

As Song Chongjing spoke, he immediately turned around, his eyes extremely cold, as if there was no love in them at all.

The Emperor wanted to personally chase him, but he was afraid that if he did so, he would lose his identity and become in a dilemma.

Song Qian wanted to go out, but he couldn't react in time. His hands were trembling, and when he regained his senses, Song Chongjing was already outside the door, unable to catch up.

When the father and son saw this, their expressions turned ugly.

Song Qian coughed as though he wanted to say something, but the Emperor only spoke coldly, "You don't have to say, now that you see him like this, how can you possibly believe us?! "It seems like he's got a big temper and is growing wings. He wants to fly on his own!"

As the Emperor spoke, he coughed a few times.

"However, he's just a single person. Don't think that he's capable of turning the sky upside down!"

As he spoke, he looked at Song Qian with a sharp gaze: "Remember, you are my son, you must not let him lead you by the nose! I only wish for today's situation to happen once. "This time around, we think you are inexperienced. If there is a next time, we will definitely not let you off lightly!"

Song Qian hurriedly said yes, but he felt wronged in his heart.

He didn't want to see it now either, but he was a prince who lived like a prince. In terms of presence and voice, how could he compare to the Prince Jing who fought decisively on the battlefield.

However, he was unable to say anything about it. Thus, after enduring this anger for a while, he coughed lightly and advised a few more times. Then, he left on his own accord.

When the Emperor saw Song Qian leaving, he was even more dissatisfied.

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard a voice come from outside the door, "Your majesty, someone from the Noble Consort Yun has arrived. They're inviting Your majesty to the palace for a feast."

After some thought, he sat down on a row of tables and said nothing else. He raised his head and said, "Go back and speak to the imperial concubine, saying that I will be here at lunchtime."

With that, he stood up and followed the eunuch.