Wishful Things

King Yan got up, and the eunuch moved the chair.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your seat."

Looking at the man sitting in the chair, Emperor Qingming said with emotion: "Second brother has changed a lot...It must be because he has suffered in the North over the years."

"Your Majesty is serious. This is the duty of the younger brother, not to mention the word suffering."

"Whether you are suffering or not, how can I not know?" Emperor Qingming sighed slightly, and said: "Over the years, whenever there was a war in the North, I could not sleep peacefully. I was afraid that my second brother might be wrong. Fortunately, the ancestors of the Xie family protected... Otherwise, I would have no face to face my mother."

The inner eunuch served tea, and the two brothers talked for about half an hour.

"Today is your first day back in Beijing, so I don't want to keep you here alone. I don't want to be in a hurry to talk to you and my brothers, but the queen mother has been looking forward to your return, and go and talk to her old man." Emperor Qingming said with a smile as he put down his teacup.

"yes."

King Yan got up and raised his hand to salute: "Your brother, please leave first."

Emperor Qingming nodded and watched the figure leave the imperial study, the smile in his eyes faded a little bit.

After about a quarter of an hour, the inner eunuch came to report that the King of Xiang was seeking an audience.

King Xiang was born to Concubine Sun, who was two years younger than King Jing and was the fourth son of the late emperor.

"Brother Huang, didn't you say that the second elder brother came to the palace? Why didn't you see anyone?" King Xiang asked when he entered the imperial study and did not see King Yan.

"I just went to my mother's place—"

"Then it looks like we won't be able to see him today." King Xiang sat down and asked, "Brother Huang, what does Second Brother look like now? Has it changed?"

"I haven't seen you in eighteen years, so there are quite a lot of changes." Emperor Qingming said with a half-smile, "And it seems that I have become more and more estranged..."

"He, with that temper, and since he was a child he was not close to the emperor, so he got closer to the third brother—" Xiang Wanghun said indifferently, seeing Emperor Qingming looking at him, realized that he had slipped his words, the well-trimmed beard on his lips trembled, and immediately fell silent.

He coughed lightly and remedied: "What I mean is that the second elder brother and the emperor's brother just don't agree with each other, and they haven't seen each other for so many years. If they are particularly close to the emperor's brother, I'm afraid it will make people feel strange, right?"

Emperor Qingming smiled, and said noncommittally: "Really."

Is it really just a disagreement, or is it because he sat in this position that his second brother was dissatisfied...

But some things are indeed inseparable from the word temper.

Even the first emperor once said that his second younger brother, from childhood to adulthood, has always had a temper that would rather bend than bend...

Far less worrying than the fourth brother in front of him.

Emperor Qingming looked at the king of Xiang who was sitting there and was talking to him about interesting things in Dianzhou with great interest.

There are four brothers in his family, although it is not too many, but it is not too many.

Especially after he lost his biological mother, his own sister and brother were all very close to the son of the so-called wife.

At this time, as the eldest son, his status became embarrassing.

The older you get, the more embarrassing you feel.

And his second brother has an outgoing personality, is good at swordsmanship, and has a mother with a good background and an uncle who holds a military force, so he is favored by his father.

He saw all this in his eyes, not because he never thought about being like the second brother, but it is very difficult for a person to do things that he would not normally do.

First of all, it is difficult for him.

He couldn't roll in mud all over his body and wrestle with the soldiers in public.

It is also impossible to do such a childish and absurd act as taking a group of people to climb trees and dig out bird nests.

It is also impossible to chase after General Xu with the cheek, begging him to teach him martial arts, and being punished by General Xu to stand on his head at every turn, surrounded by everyone watching jokes.

He couldn't accept that when he tried to make these abnormal actions, the people around him looked at him with doubts and curiosity, as if he shouldn't be like this at all. Once he did this, he must have a plan, and he must use it to win his father's favor.

He didn't want others to think that he was imitating someone...

And he can't seem to learn.

The second younger brother can easily mingle with others, making everyone laugh and talk loudly, but his appearance often makes the situation completely opposite.

Even if it's the same thing, the same words, the atmosphere after he and his second brother did it and said it is different.

At first, he only thought it was due to his own temperament, but later he gradually realized that all this is because the second brother has a good background, and those people are best at watching people download...

Therefore, no matter where the second brother went, there was always a group of people around him, shouting and hugging, lively and crowded.

And he can only watch from a distance.

In such an environment, people are naturally lonely, restless and anxious. He still finds it difficult to breathe that feeling when he recalls it.

And under the anxiety, people will always think about what to do.

He saw the slight jealousy of the fourth brother towards the second brother, and after a little thought out of it, he pulled the fourth brother into his camp—perhaps, only he thought it could be called a camp.

But the facts have proved that the habits cultivated in childhood are relatively easy to use. Over the years, the fourth brother has secretly helped him with some difficult things.

...

In the Shoukang Palace, the usually calm and stable mother in charge entered the inner hall briskly at this time, and there was still uncontrollable joy in her soft voice: "Queen Mother, the lord is back... the lord is here!"

Seeing Nanny's expression, the queen mother smiled and said: "Since you're here, just invite people in."

Nanny responded, walked out in person, and led Yan Wang in.

King Yan walked into the inner hall, and caught sight of the old man sitting beside the Arhat's bed, wearing a lake-blue gold-embroidered tunic, holding Buddhist beads, and smiling with crooked eyes. After a moment of daze, he saluted—

"My son greets his mother."

Listening to this sentence that I heard again after eighteen years, the Empress Dowager smiled even deeper: "I must be tired from the journey, please sit down and rest."

With that said, he ordered the nanny in charge to fetch some snacks and fruits.

King Yan sat there, looking at his mother's silver-white hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "How has mother been all these years?"

"Okay, mother is in this palace, the wind can't blow, the rain can't be drenched, there is tea to drink when thirsty, and the imperial doctor is available when sick, how can it be bad." The queen mother looked at her son with a smile, and said: "It's you who suffered."

And because of the last six words, in fact, the good things in front of her are useless.

Knowing that her son is suffering, which mother can really live well?

"The son is not considered bitter." Because of suppressing his emotions, King Yan's voice was a little stiff: "It's just that I haven't served my mother for a day in these years. It's really unfilial..."

Thank you Qinghan, Hexing, and sister Sophia for your rewards, and thank you for your monthly tickets ~ see you in the evening.