Emperor Sheng Yuan stared at his back with anger, gritted his teeth, "If you can be less angry with me and join the court to help me share the government affairs, I will be fine!"
In the final analysis, it is the fault of this unfilial son!
He leaned on the dragon chair and panted, and the general manager quickly handed him tea.
Emperor Sheng Yuan sighed after taking a sip of tea, "Fushun, what do you think he thinks? What's wrong with this position? Among my sons, his ability is obvious to all, but it happens..." He became more and more angry. , "But he refuses to enter the dynasty! Is it possible that after a hundred years, I will pass on this position to others?"
Fushun's mouth twitched slightly, and wanted to say to Emperor Shengyuan: That's not someone else, that's your son too!
But in the end, he just respectfully sat down for Emperor Shengyuan, while persuading him: "Maybe the three princes are still young, maybe they will change their minds in the future? Are you right?"
"I hope so," Shengyuan Emperor waved his hand, angered.
Looking at these two people, Fushun was considered to be the most bizarre father and son in history.
As an emperor, isn't he always the most afraid of his son still coveting the throne before he is dead? Why did you get here to Emperor Sheng Yuan, it was like a hot potato, wishing to throw it out.
And Huo Yanzhi, other princes, if they could have his half-point favorite, they would have been happily unable to find Bei.
But he was good, every time he threw the sacred anger into thunder, he just seemed to be a okay person.
Fiddle with one's own business, the trick is getting better and better.
Fushun knew that even though Emperor Sheng Yuan was full of dislikes about his business, he watched him over the years, taking steps one step at a time. Starting from scratch, now all parts of the country have even expanded their business to other countries. It is fake to say that it is not gratifying.
But the better he is, the more Emperor Shengyuan wants to pass the throne to him.
These two people are really—
Fushun shook his head, his heart clear.
This is an endless loop, with no solution at all. I only hope that the saint can figure it out by himself.
Huo Yanzhi strode out of the Hall of Nurturing Heart, and the magnificent palace was covered with a layer of white snow. It gave this luxurious palace a taste of elegance.
Breathing out a white breath, Huo Yanzhi's little servant, Xiao Mo, immediately shook the navy blue cloak in his arms, and put on Huo Yanzhi sturdily.
The large cloak's neckline was wrapped in black fox fur. When the wind blew, the large cloak rolled slightly, revealing the red lining inside.
Huo Yanzhi has a long body and a cool and elegant temperament. He is not like a businessman, but more like a gentleman who reads and paints on weekdays.
But in fact, he seems to be thin, but rubbing the fingers of his fingers, the slightly raised blue veins are silently obvious. This person is not a person who can only do business or hold a pen. In his body, there are also unknown terrifying powers.
Xiao Mo looked at him admiringly, and stood quietly behind him.
Seeing him admiring the scenery in front of him, he said lightly, "Go back," Xiao Mo immediately nodded and called the carriage to come over.
Huo Yanzhi is the first to be able to ride a horse or ride a car in the palace.
Others have envy and jealousy, but no one dares to put this jealousy on the bright side.
Not to mention this Huo Wuye, he is not a bully in his own right. Even the one standing behind him will definitely not tolerate his most beloved son being missed!
Halfway to the carriage, it met a sedan chair on the road to the palace.