The Reborn Wife is Farming

There is also the matter of the Zen seat, he is the emperor now, Qi Xiuyuan knows that she is just talking about the matter, and let Xiaobao give up the position to his son when he gets older, and go out to play by himself.

But others don't know, anyone who reads this letter will think that she is implying that he should give the throne to Xiaobao in the future.

And as the Supreme Emperor, can he leave Beijing?

No, the emperors of all dynasties had to obtain the consent of the emperor even to leave the palace where he lived. Of course, they didn't just voluntarily sit in Zen.

Except for the sage kings in the Yao and Shun era, which one of the later emperors who were in Zen was not forced?

Qi Xiuyuan shook his head, "I thought your fourth aunt was much more stable than your fourth uncle, who knows that she is also a careless person, can you say that casually?"

"But I think my fourth aunt is right, father, when I turn ten years old, you can let me go out to practice."

Qi Xiuyuan flicked his head and said, "Isn't there still two years left? I think it's the little bear who hooked your heart."

It's not that Qi Xiuyuan doesn't trust his son, but he's afraid of danger. Let alone assassination, disease alone is a big hidden danger.

Being unaccustomed to the environment can kill people. Xiaobao looks no worse than his peers now, but when he was born, his body was much weaker than ordinary children. For the first three years, he was almost soaked in medicine jars. Medicinal diet, and practicing health-preserving boxing, this is better,

How dare he let him out of Beijing?

Qi Xiuyuan refused, even if Xiaobao almost rolled on the ground, he didn't agree, he just told his son, "If you really want to travel around, then try to have a capable son, give him the seat in the future, and go out to play by yourself."

If the son voluntarily takes the Zen position, I believe the grandson will not lock him up in the palace, right?

Xiaobao's eyes were reddish, "But sixty is a long way off, and it won't be until fifty-two years ago."

Just by counting, he felt that his eyes were getting dark.

Qi Xiuyuan laughed loudly, rubbed his head and said, "What a fool, you really plan to take the Zen position after the age of sixty. How many people in this world can live past sixty? If your son is not stupid, you will If you can live a long and healthy life, you can give him the Zen seat at the age of fifty."

Qi Xiu's eyes were full of expectations, he knew his destiny at fifty, and in the royal family, it is not bad to live past fifty.

Xiaobao looked at his father, hugged his waist suddenly and said, "Father, you can live past eighty."

Qi Xiuyuan caressed his back and said with a smile: "According to your auspicious words, Father thinks it is pretty good to live past sixty."

Qi Xiuyuan's heart moved slightly. If he lived long enough, it would be all right to give up the throne to Xiaobao. Haoran has traveled all over the world, but he hasn't traveled anywhere except the north of the Yangtze River, and what A Ling said is not bad. , He has worked hard for half his life, why can't he do something he likes when he is old?

At this time, Qi Haoran was teaching his wife by jumping around. When the couple went to sleep at night, they routinely talked about what they did today. Mu Yangling casually mentioned a few words about the letter she wrote to Xiaobao. Fall out of bed.

His political sensitivity is a bit off, but that doesn't mean he's stupid, he just thought of what Qi Xiuyuan thought of after a while.

He didn't care about going to bed anymore, so he was busy adding common sense to his wife.

Mu Yangling's thinking is still connected to his previous life. How could he have thought of this, so he could only open his mouth and ask, "Just for this reason, the prince was detained in the capital? But the prince stayed in the capital, and I didn't see any competition for the throne. Ah, from Qin to the present, how many princes have ascended the throne, and how many princes have sent troops to seize the throne?"

They can all be counted with one slap, and compared with the prince's base number, they are simply rare.

Qi Haoran was silent.

"I think this is human psychology, because the crown prince is the closest to the throne, and when the emperor dies, he will be able to take over the throne. The psychology of wanting to force the palace to rebel is the weakest, but the other princes are not. , They either force the prince to death, or force the emperor to death, they are the most likely to force the palace, of course, this is from the perspective of interests, but the human being is not entirely based on interests, he has human nature , I have concerns, after all, it is a minority who kill their fathers and brothers just for a position, and we cannot deprive the happiness of the majority for the sake of the minority, and, do you think the precautions of the emperors of all dynasties have worked?"

Mu Yangling said: "Aren't you good at forming cliques or competing for positions? This has nothing to do with leaving Beijing. On the contrary, I think that letting the princes go out of Beijing to have a look around can broaden their horizons and prevent them from always Looking at the one-acre land in the capital, all he thinks about is the throne, the world is so big, if he really wants to be emperor, there is a large piece of land across the sea outside Guangzhou..."

Qi Haoran was listening carefully at first, but when he heard this sentence, he immediately stopped her, "Come on, it's a barren land, I don't even want to give it to my master, and people who are away from home are cheap, who wants to leave their homeland."

Mu Yangling looked at him pouting, but didn't refute. Not to mention these ancient people, even she would not think of leaving China or her hometown.

"Okay, even if you are right, you can convince Brother Huang, but there is one thing you can't do, Xiaobao, so you can't leave Beijing easily." Qi Haoran said.

"What's up?"

"Disease." Qi Haoran said in a deep voice: "acclimatization, dysentery, plague, these are all diseases that can kill people. If it weren't for the bears and the others who accompanied us all over the world since childhood without any discomfort, I would not let you My mother and I will take office with me. There is only one prince, not to mention the emperor, even the courtiers will never allow him to go out of Beijing to take risks."

Mu Yangling had infinite sympathy for Xiaobao, "Then he really can't go out to visit mountains and rivers, no, it's because of experience?"

Qi Haoran glanced at her, but didn't expose her, and said: "There is only the second way. In the future, he will give his Zen seat to his son, and come out to play after he abdicates."

Mu Yangling regretted: "It would be great if Daqi's medical skills can be improved to cure all these diseases."

Qi Haoran pursed his lips, and said: "In ancient times, medical skills were still spread, but now they are teachers and students, passed down from father to son, it is very rare for outsiders to learn medical skills."

Seeing Mu Yangling looking at him in surprise, Qi Haoran became angry from embarrassment: "You think you don't understand anything, this is like fighting, martial arts and warfare are passed down from family to family, you can go to the bookstore to look for it, if you can find it How many books on the art of war have been published? That's why there is a saying that "a thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find". If you don't learn the art of war, you can only find out by yourself in the battle. And why did the hereditary military function go further and rise faster in the army?

"Not only because of his family's connections in the army, but also because of his inheritance, he can learn the art of war, and he has a higher starting point than those mud-legged people." Qi Haoran pointed in the direction of his study: "Do you really think that master Those military books in the study were bought from bookstores? They were found by my uncles for my elder brother, and my elder brother passed them on to me. When I was young, I almost lost half my life in a fight to get a book of military affairs. And Zijin helped me buy a manuscript, which cost no less than a thousand taels, which is even more expensive than those antique calligraphy and paintings."