Transmigrate to be Queen

Zheng Fuyu, the second prince, was squeaked and screamed by the imperial doctor. He didn't forget to stretch out his good leg and tried to kick Zheng Fusheng, the third prince. Zheng Fusheng retreated to his father with a pale face and slipped out a slight sigh.

The emperor snorted heavily. He didn't get angry on the spot because of the presence of the imperial doctor and others. When the imperial doctor tied the legs of the second prince Zheng Fuyu and went out to make medicine and prescribe a prescription, the emperor was so angry that he pointed to the second prince,

"I've never seen you so careless. I'll go to the morning court and pick you up later."

Seeing his father walking outside the side hall, the third prince Zheng Fusheng hurriedly followed him,

"You're hurt, too. You'd better stay here and have a rest."

"My son is fine. I can insist."

Seeing that the third son said he could insist, the emperor paused and didn't speak again. This was also a time to test his willpower. The emperor turned and went to the main hall. Zheng Fusheng hurried to keep up. Little chestnut sent people to the steps of the main hall. He waited in the shadow on the left side of the steps and waited for the master to go down.

Throughout the early Dynasty, Zheng Fusheng still listened to politics without saying a word, but his ears were straight. He listened to what he should listen to and what he should hear. Listening to memorials and proposals in the court was really different from listening to news and reading slander newspapers in the yard.

The emperor listened to the memorial of the ministers below in the Dragon chair and had to give some instructions from time to time. Occasionally, he would look at his third son. Every time he looked, he saw Zheng Fusheng standing upright. Although his face was a little bad, his posture did not waver. The emperor nodded his head secretly and praised him in his heart.

I really didn't see that this son was so strong. I saw the wound on his body. Now it must be bad. Looking at his just appearance, Fuyu probably bullied him again. It's really good that he can survive without shouting pain or fatigue. At least he's not as delicate as he imagined.

In contrast, the emperor is even more angry about what Zheng Fuyu, the second son, did. Even if you don't have a good impression of this brother, you can't always bully people so blatantly. Besides, everyone knows that the third prince is kind-hearted and easy to bully. If you bully such a person, it will be more despised. He doesn't even know it.

Thinking so, the emperor slipped his eyes to the third son and couldn't help looking more. Is this son really bullied? When you think about it carefully, he is the least bullied of these sons.

On the surface, scolding and beating a few times are small things. They don't hurt muscles and bones. It's harmless. The important thing is to suffer great setbacks, punishment and even injury. Fu Sheng really hasn't suffered anything else except that he was seriously injured for himself this time.

The emperor couldn't help grinning his lower lip. It's amazing to think so deeply. Everyone thinks that people who are easy to bully want to bully a few times to show their strength. On the contrary, they are the toughest in their bones. This gap is too big. The emperor can't accept it, but he can't deny it.

What he can't accept most is that as a superior, he even looks away and doesn't see through the essence of this person. The object of looking away is his own son. Does that mean that he doesn't do enough as a king of a country or a father.

The emperor thought more and couldn't help but meditate. His eyes were obviously not focused. The minister who was playing the newspaper below saw that the Emperor didn't express, and there was no expression on his face. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to continue playing the newspaper. The main hall was so quiet, showing unspeakable strangeness.

Even the eunuch didn't know why the emperor suddenly calmed down. He stood nearby and didn't know what to do. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see the Emperor awake, so he had to cough gently. As a result, the emperor still didn't respond. The eunuch couldn't help it, so he had to gather around the emperor and remind him directly.

"Emperor, emperor, I'm waiting for you to play."

The emperor woke up from his meditation and saw the minister waiting for the report in the hall. He thought he had made something wrong and waited for the emperor's judgment in fear.

"You play the news again. I didn't hear it clearly just now."

Such a sentence immediately rescued the minister from fear. It turned out that the emperor was not angry with himself, but did not hear what he was playing.

He immediately raised his voice and began to play the things he wanted to report again. He was at ease. At least he knew that the emperor's absence was not for himself, or that he didn't know which misfortune had provoked the emperor. Ask for more blessings.

After listening to the minister's opening, the Emperor didn't have a big deal, and the rest were trivial. Since there was nothing important to be solved, the emperor waved and scattered the court. He was still anxious to deal with the affairs between his sons. He always had to find out the context of the matter, so that he could really know the origin of the matter and the reason.