Transmigrate to be Queen

Emperor Zheng ruoli's words didn't speak very loudly, but he really deafened his son's ears. He lay on the ground neatly and didn't dare to speak out. He was afraid that his father would be unhappy and implicate himself, especially the fifth prince. No one dared to say whether things would fall on him because of him.

"Get up, everyone. It's no wonder you can't think of it."

Emperor Zheng Ruo rubbed his forehead. He was really tired. His sons were careless one by one. On the surface, they were obedient and obedient. If they were away from his face, they might use some cruel means.

But when it comes to rebellion and rebellion, he feels that his sons don't have the courage, but it happened that there was such a one, but he didn't expect that there could be such a brave one among his sons, and he is still the most proud one.

To tell the truth, in the heart of the emperor Zheng ruoli, the crown prince doesn't have as much weight as the second son, so when the second prince has this matter, he is even more sad. He didn't expect that the one he loves most is the one who is most looking forward to his early death. In the heart of the second son, I'm afraid there is no love for himself.

At the thought of this fact, the emperor felt that he was several years old at once. He had been in the top position for so many years. He had not seen who he missed. Unexpectedly, the first mistake was his favorite son. This blow was really big.

"Father emperor, have a cup of hot tea first."

Zheng Fusheng got up, retreated to one side and stood. He looked at his father for a long time. He just subconsciously rubbed his forehead. He hesitated for a moment, but still stood up, poured a cup of hot tea from the nearby pot and brought it to his father's hand.

The emperor Zheng ruoli looked up at his son, who was not very good at his eyes. He still spoke a little slowly, but there was no stuttering at all. The hot tea in his hand was steaming hot. People just looked at it, and their hearts were warm.

"It's hard for you to stand in front of me at this time."

Looking at other sons, they all seemed to be afraid of being burned by their own anger and hid far away. Emperor Zheng ruoli felt that the son's pure heart was valuable.

"My son is just worried about my father's body. He doesn't think of anything else. As for those who dare, it's not up to my son to think."

Zheng Fusheng watched the emperor take the tea cup, calmly gave a gift, then returned to the original place, and returned to the mode of silent and motionless.

Looking at such a calm third son, Emperor Zheng ruoli suddenly had an idea whether his teaching method was wrong. In addition to this son, other sons have stayed around him more or less, but now, there is no one who has become a climate. On the contrary, he has never touched the edge. Obviously, in character, he should be more calm than other sons.

The emperor took a sip of warm tea with a tea bowl. He was really more comfortable. He put the tea cup on the table in front of him, and then opened his mouth again,

"Tell me, what do you think of this?"

The sons looked at each other, and no one dared to open the mouth. It was treason. It was rebellion. Who dares to say it casually. If you say it well, you should distinguish right from wrong. If you are suspected of being an accomplice with the second prince, you will never be able to pick it clearly. You have put on the hat of treason and don't want to turn over again all your life.

The emperor took all the expressions of the princes in his eyes. Except for the third prince Zheng Fusheng, he still stood in accordance with the rules as usual, without looking left and right, and without winking. The other sons, you look at me and I look at you, winking. It's really annoying.

"Why, no one wants to say?"

The emperor once again swept his eyes from the faces of his sons. Zheng Fusheng frowned. Although the action was very slight, the emperor saw it, and the remaining sons dodged when they were swept by their own eyes.

If the person in front of him is not his own son, but a minister, he will think they have ghosts in their hearts and dare not look directly at him. However, Zheng ruoli also knows that these sons have a thief's heart and no thief's courage. The crown prince is not necessary. If he dies, the crown prince is the first successor, so there is no need to take risks at all.

As for the remaining ones, the fifth Prince is the boldest. He just grabs other small moves and handles. He didn't catch anything useful. Looking at his sons in front of him, he didn't take responsibility at the critical moment. Emperor Zheng ruoli really felt a little bad. He didn't educate well in the end.

"Fu Sheng, what do you think? Tell me. Don't be afraid. I just ask casually. You are my sons. Don't you think you should tell me? As a father, I have to communicate more with my sons."

At this time, isn't this a little hypocritical? However, Zheng Fusheng just thought about it in his heart. He didn't dare to show his face at all. Just now he was hesitating whether to say something good or not. Now he asked his father, and he decided to say it. He also took this opportunity to see his father's reaction.