"There is no suitable woman in the family of Duke Chengguo."

"Why didn't there? Yue Qingzi is it!"

"But she is a widow who lives at home."

"What's the widow? The daughter of this Duke and Marquis is still in a perfect body."

"It's not a problem with the perfect body. Although this daughter of a prince is famous in the capital, she is a victorious man. She married two handsome men and died suddenly on the night of her wedding."

Seeing the handsome young man in front of him with disregard for his face, Concubine Zhaohua was filled with sorrow and almost cried.

"That's because they don't have this blessing."

"If I marry this, Hong'er..."

"Stop, who do you look down on? Your son is now the prince of Dayong, and ascending the throne to the emperor is a popular expectation. He has a dragon energy to protect his body and will not invade all laws. Not to mention that the children of the prince are just unlucky, they just marry two short-lived ghosts. Even if she really defeats her husband, she will not be able to defeat your son."

"King Mu is serious?"

"What am I lying to you?" Diapolo spread his hands, looking puzzled.

"If it is harmless to Hong'er, then Cheng Duke's granddaughter can be married."

Concubine Zhaohua showed a decisive look on her face. Duke Ding was the most powerful among the great honors of the Great Yong. It has been passed down from the founding of the Great Yong Kingdom to this day. It can be said that the tree has a deep root. If it can be obtained support, let alone the emperor will be determined, he will be able to gain authority faster after ascending the throne.

"You can do it, anyway, you can do whatever you want. You are responsible for these human affairs, and I will not interfere."

"Leave it to me."

...

"Long live the crown prince! Long live the crown prince! Long live the crown prince! The crown prince..."

The sound of long live the mountain came from all directions, shaking the sky. Zhang Jinghong, who was only thirteen years old, stood on the dilapidated city wall, looking down at the scene of hungry people shouting long live to him, his face flushed and his heart was full of pride.

Three months ago, he stood in Kyoto with the honor of the prince and received an urgent memorial of 800 miles from Liuchuan County. There was a severe drought in Liuchuan County, and locust plagues were everywhere, and hungry people were everywhere, which shocked the court.

At that time, a minister proposed to mobilize the Kyoto guards, suppress Liuchuan County, prevent hungry people from rioting, and become rebels. At that time, he stood up and angrily scolded the ministers, and then he opposed the opinions of the people and volunteered to go to the disaster area to provide relief to the victims.

Because he had read from historical books how miserable the ordinary people in the dawn would be in the midst of a disaster. They changed their sons and ate the bark of trees. There was no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, and the bones were exposed in the wild.

Moreover, people who have no food to fill their stomachs will lose their minds and lose their awe of the imperial power. Under the agitation of those who are interested, they will easily transform into rebels. At that point, no matter what their difficulties they have, they can only be wiped out.

Therefore, Zhang Jinghong took the food and disaster relief teams that were being prepared urgently to Liuchuan County. He knew very well what kind of deterrence and appeal of his identity as Prince Dayong would have when he could fill the stomachs of hungry people.

After he arrived in Liuchuan County, he first asked the corrupt officials who concealed and did not report it to calm the people's hearts, and then opened a porridge shed to satisfy the people's bodies and spirits, and did not quarrel with them, and what great principles were told.

Then he led a small number of troops to sweep away the demons and spirits that were born due to the great disaster, showing his abundant martial ethics to the local residents.

After some operation, Liuchuan County, which was originally somewhat turbulent, immediately settled down, and then he began to lead the strong hungry people to dig rivers and repair the reservoir.

Finally, the drought in Liuchuan County gradually subsided. After the construction of river reservoirs began, the big county, which had a lot of drought and little rain all year round, began to rain.

In the rain, the people of Liuchuan County started farming under the leadership of this prince who was able to go to the ground and pulled oxen and plowed the fields in the mud.

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The future emperor led the way again and again, which was a great shock and inspiration for the army and officials who followed him, as well as the local people.

Therefore, when everything was calmed down, when Prince Zhang Jinghong was about to leave, the people of Liuchuan County who received the news began to gather and took the initiative to see off the unprecedented prince.

"Your Highness, you can't drag it anymore. News came from the palace that Your Majesty is about to fail. You must rush back to see him for the last time before Your Majesty dies."

Just as Zhang Jinghong was enjoying the fruits of his hard work and leading by example for several months, a guard came closer and whispered to remind.

"Yeah, I get it."

Zhang Jinghong, who had no real feelings about his father, responded calmly, and then interacted with the reluctant people below, before he got on the frame and embarked on the road to return to Beijing.

But he had just set out, and some inexplicable urgings from his mother, grandfather, and some inexplicable dukes came one after another, forcing him to give up his team, just bring his followers to guard, ride a thousand miles of horses, and travel day and night to Kyoto.

As soon as he returned to Kyoto, he was taken into the palace by the imperial guards without even getting off his horse.

"You finally rushed back."

Seeing that his son who was about to be exhausted and paralyzed Qianlima had already received the news, Concubine Zhaohua, who had been waiting behind the palace gate, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go to see your father quickly. He has only one breath left now and has something to say to you."

"Is it impossible for my father to do so soon? How could it be?"

Zhang Jinghong, who had no sadness in his heart, showed sadness on his face. He knew that in such occasions, this was the expression he should have as the prince.

"Oh, your father has long been old." Seeing his sad son, Concubine Zhaohua also lamented and pulled him to the old emperor's bedroom where he was resting and resting.

Along the way, Zhang Jinghong saw many princes and ministers who looked sad and even cried in the palace. Even the palace maids and eunuchs who passed by had solemn faces, and some even had tears on their faces.

I don’t know if it is really sad for his foolish father who was addicted to alcohol and sex in his later years, or for the power and status they were about to lose.

"Your Majesty, the prince is back!"

The choking breath of herbal medicine poured into his nose, and he followed his mother into the Palace of Health and Heart, and almost sneezed. When he turned to breathe inwardly, he also saw the general awakening in the palace.

An old man with white hair and thin bones was lying on the bed, and around him, the important ministers of the Duke and the Duke who stood at the top of the Da Yong power chain, and his brothers and sisters stood aside.

In it, he saw the prime minister's grandfather, but what was strange was that when the dukes saw him, they turned their heads and smiled kindly to him.

"Hong'er, I'm back."

The sound of the prince who was so weak that he could not hear the contents clearly was heard.

"come over!"

"Your Majesty let you go!" Concubine Zhaohua turned her head and looked at her son, and acted as a reply reader.

"Father." Zhang Jinghong walked to the bed, looked at the old man who was so angry that he shouted strange names that he felt were obscure.

"Guru~"

The old emperor did not respond, but chewed the things that had been in his mouth. Then his face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his weak breathing became stable and powerful.

"Everyone is out, I want to explain something to the prince!" The old emperor sat up straight, staring at the princes and nobles present and those unscrupulous sons.

"Come here, let me see." After everyone in the hall, including the palace maids and eunuchs, left, the old emperor waved to Zhang Jinghong. When the prince he appointed approached, he looked at it for a moment and sighed with a smile.

"You are so similar to your mother!"

"Father!" The prince who was ready to accept the entrusted entrusted by this strange father at the end of his life was a little confused.

“How was the drought in Liuchuan County?”

"It has been pacified, I..." When talking about Liuchuan County, Prince Zhang Jinghong was shocked and briefly described everything he had done with a hint of pride.

"No, really good. Not to mention me, even if I go back a thousand years, there will be no prince. No, it is the emperor. You can do better than you. You are like the wise king recorded in ancient books!"

"Father Liao Zan, I..."

"This is not a compliment, but a fact. You are much better than my waste sons. The Dayong Dynasty will become more prosperous in your hands. I believe that my ancestors of Zhang's family will not blame me for this."

"Father..." Zhang Jinghong, who was completely unprepared, was shocked.

"Call me dad! Be louder." The old emperor had a kind face, without any abnormality.

"Dad!" Zhang Jinghong frowned, but still shouted.

"Oh, good boy."

The old emperor suddenly burst into laughter when he heard this, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed into a pile.

"Hong'er, my child, promise me a condition."

The emperor suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Jinghong's palm tightly in his hand.

"Father, please speak."

"Never change your name. Even if you die in the future, your Zhang Jinghong's name must be written on your tomb. This is my last request."

"Of course this should be like this."

"Okay! OK! OK! Go and call your mother in!" The old emperor laughed, let go of his palm, and patted Zhang Jinghong's head affectionately.

"Father..."

"Have peace of mind, just ask some questions, I won't do anything. I also want to thank your mother for giving birth to such a wise emperor for my Da Yong."

"Here."

Because of the old emperor's sarcastic words, Zhang Jinghong, whose mind became messy, stood up and walked out of the hall full of herbs, and informed Concubine Zhaohua to go in.

"Mother, my father asked you to go in. He had some questions to ask you." Zhang Jinghong wanted to speak but stopped.

"Yeah, OK."

At this time, Concubine Zhaohua, who was surging in her heart, did not pay attention to the strangeness on her son's face, and stepped into the Palace of Yangxin with her long palace skirt.
Chapter completed!