After rebirth, the princess made and dragged

Chapter 383

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Qinghe half-closed his eyes and lay on the couch casually, looking very relaxed.

Relatively speaking, as the person in control, Qin Song's whole state was very wrong.

He walked around the house, holding a knife and clattering on the floor tiles, making a very harsh sound.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped, then rushed to the door and opened it.

"It's been so long, why haven't you found the twelfth prince yet?" he said angrily, his eyes filled with blood, looking very scary.

The person guarding the door fell to his knees on the ground: "Your Majesty, we have sent people to Chaoyang Palace. But there is no one in Chaoyang Palace, and the twelfth prince is missing."

"Trash." When Qin Song heard this, he kicked him out.

His kick was rude and he kicked the person two meters away.

“Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me.

Shi Bin didn't dare to struggle at all and just knelt on the ground.

Qin Song's expression was cold and there was no warmth in his eyes: "Hurry up and find someone. If you can't find someone today, I will kill you."

"Yes." The soldier responded tremblingly and left quickly.

After scolding the person away, Qin Song turned around and walked back into the house with a gloomy look on his face, as if he was about to commit murder anytime and anywhere.

"My good father, do you think you can keep Twelve safe and sound by hiding him?" Qin Song said in a dark voice, "I will capture him later and let him die in front of you."

Emperor Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, his face was calm, as if he had not heard anything.

The other party's look directly angered Qin Song.

The other party has already been arrested by him, why can he still be so calm?

He stretched out his hand and suddenly swung the knife.

Only a bang was heard, and the table in front of Emperor Qinghe was smashed into pieces.

This time, Emperor Qinghe finally opened his eyes.

"Lao Liu, why have you become like this?" Emperor Qinghe said in a deep voice.

Qin Song couldn't help laughing: "How did I become like this? I have always been like this! Twelve and Lao Jiu will be brought over by me soon. When the time comes, you will only have my son, so why are you insisting? ?Write the edict earlier, it’s good for you and me, isn’t it?”

Emperor Qinghe said calmly: "Even if my son dies, I will not give you this position."

"You!" Qin Song's eyes widened in disbelief.

He blinked and suddenly understood something: "Father, do you think I dare not kill you?"

There was a touch of sarcasm on Emperor Qinghe's lips: "How could it be possible? You have killed so many concubines and princesses. Is there anything else you dare not do?"

"Then you're not afraid of death?" Qin Song wondered.

Emperor Qinghe looked indifferent and did not answer this question.

Emperor Qinghe's refusal to answer caused Qin Song to misunderstand, and he suddenly said: "I know, you think you still have a chance to turn defeat into victory! Haha, father, please stop being wishful thinking. The person in my hand has already been With the entire capital under control, even if other people hear about the situation in the capital and come to rescue me, it will be enough for me to ascend to the throne."

Qin Song stared at Emperor Qinghe, implying that no matter how much he delayed, it would be useless.

Emperor Qinghe suddenly sighed: "Lao Liu, do you know how I became the emperor in the first place?"

Qin Song frowned, "Father, Rong Erchen reminds you. You have time to delay, so you might as well write the edict of succession as early as possible. As long as you write the edict, you will be the Supreme Emperor and can enjoy your old age in peace."

Emperor Qinghe didn't care about Qin Song's words, and his voice was filled with memories: "In the late period of worshiping the moon, natural disasters continued, and the lives of people all over the world were very miserable. Because at that time, 90% of the people who worshiped the moon were slaves."

"Do you know what a slave is?" Emperor Qinghe asked again.

Qin Song frowned, looking unhappy.

"You don't know." Emperor Qinghe said with certainty: "You were born after the establishment of the Jokhang. The Jokhang system had already been restructured at that time, and you had no chance to come into contact with that cruel world."

"The slaves at that time were just like those who had signed a death contract. But those people were even worse than the slaves, because it was forbidden to kill slaves in Dazhao. But the slaves at that time were the property of their masters, and they could be killed if they wanted to

Something that can kill."

"They cannot own private property, everything belongs to the owner."

"You can't even have preferences."

"Your father and I were once slaves too!"

Qin Song's eyes widened: "This is impossible."

How could his father be born a slave?

A slave is a servant.

It is an existence that people like him can dispose of at will.

Emperor Qinghe ignored Qin Song's expression and continued: "Natural disasters, the harvest of those landlords has been greatly reduced. In order to make more money, they withheld food from the slaves. Many people are so hungry that they can only eat dirt!"

“Some people’s skinny cheeks are sunken, but their bellies are very big, making them look deformed and ugly.”

"But they still died. Because after eating dirt, they were no longer hungry, but they couldn't excrete it. People were suffocated to death."

"In order to survive, we ran away. Later we met many people and the team grew."

"The original commander of that team was Hamuda! Because something happened, some of us rebelled, and then I became the emperor in Jokhang."

Qin Song blinked and subconsciously felt that the name Hamuda was familiar.

(End of chapter)