Transmigrate to be Queen

Zheng Fusheng walked to his father's knee and wanted to reach out to hold his father's knee. It seemed that Shuang thought of the current situation. Shuang returned two steps, and then lay down in front of his father, crying so that the emperor's heart was like a big stone.

Zheng Fusheng's son is the only blood of the royal family. If he is given the root by Prince Ping, it is not certain whether he can have the blood of the royal family in the future. If he wants to inherit, he has to have other brothers have children. So far, only three of his eight or nine sons have children.

Probably because of this, the only son of the third son became a thorn in the eye of other sons. They all wanted to lose the blood of the third son. When they let the third son hold Mingrui into the palace, they were also hurt by the queen and the Empress Dowager. Fortunately, they all hid in the end by relying on the wit of Princess Chun.

Of course, I knew all these things later. If I knew at that time, I would send someone to save the three members of the family. When I thought that the third son had made such great contributions to trying to get out of the palace, he just put forward a request to get out of the palace. Now the emperor knows that the third son is completely desperate for the palace.

In the palace, he didn't give him any warmth or warmth. He only hurt and bullied him. No wonder he didn't have any nostalgia for the palace. This is probably the reason why he didn't fight or rob. He should be very reluctant to enter the palace again. If it wasn't for himself, he wouldn't come this time.

"Father emperor, my son and minister have been tolerant enough. I just don't want to have a dispute with my brothers. No matter what they do, my son and Minister hide far away. I just don't want to participate in their struggle. As a result, I can't hide. My son and Minister are really wronged for their children."

The emperor Zheng ruoli almost thought that this was the cry of his third son. In those years, he didn't care about his son, so he was bullied, suppressed and grew up hard. Such an environment didn't grow crooked. It was paranoid that there was no hatred in his heart. It's really rare.

The emperor waved to the people waiting for Zheng Fusheng at the end of the door of the main hall and motioned them to go out of the hall and wait. Now the conversation between the father and son involves some privacy of the royal family, so it's better to avoid some people. The third son cried face to face, probably because he was too sad and forgot to avoid the people around him.

When Wu Yu Hou saw the emperor's gesture, he quickly bowed down and took people out of the hall, but stopped the door to prevent other people from entering. Seeing such a cautious Wu Yu Hou, the emperor was very pleased. Thinking of the Minister He trusted, his daughter married the son in front of him, which was really fate.

"Fu Sheng..."

The emperor shouted to his son. Zheng Fusheng raised his head and looked at his father. The emperor stretched out his hand to him. What stretched out was the right hand. The slightly trembling right hand almost fixed Zheng Fusheng's eyes on it.

"Come, come to my father."

The emperor waved to him again. Zheng Fusheng handed his hand to his father. The emperor gently held it, and the trembling was conveyed to Zheng Fusheng's palm.

"Father -"

Zheng Fusheng held his father's hand and the other hand. Then his tears fell more quickly and surging. For the first time, he felt that his father was really old. He heard it was one thing, but he felt it differently.

"You are, you are..."

Not that he didn't know there was something wrong with his father's hand, but after touching it with his own hand, Zheng Fusheng knew how sad he was in his heart. This kind of blood connection made him completely unable to control his discomfort.

"Don't be sad. When people are old, there will always be injuries like this and that. There's no way. A while ago, my father fainted and woke up. This hand is like this. Don't mention holding the sword. He can't even hold the pen. Otherwise, he can control me with his just five skills?"

At the thought of being controlled by the fifth son, the emperor Zheng ruoli is still a little unwilling. He knows too much about the idea of Kung Fu of the fifth. If he is not ill, the fifth is not his own one at all.

"By the way, your Kung Fu is good. Did Wu yingyu teach you?"

Zheng Fusheng nodded,

"Master Wu taught very seriously, and my son learned a lot. Thank my father and Emperor for sending martial arts masters to my son."

The emperor trembled in his heart. He sent Wu yingyu to teach his third son like this. Wu yingyu was not his confidant for a long time. Because his martial arts were good, he didn't dare to leave him with him, so he sent him to his third son. Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise for the third son to teach such an expert.

"You are protected by noble people, and people are kind and pure. I thought you were simple and kind. You are too soft to sit on the throne, but now I know that you just don't fight, not have the ability to fight. When it's time to make a decision, you are more decisive than my father and Emperor."

"You can put down the injured wife and children in the palace after hearing the accident in the palace, and rush over without hesitation. When you see the old five holding a sword against me, you can give him a chance to repent. When he doesn't repent, you can suddenly lay down a heavy hand, which shows your determination. It's not as weak as I think. It seems that I have to know you again, Zheng Fusheng."