"What's the matter?" Li Hong raised his head in confusion, looked at Pei Wanying who had just walked in the door, and asked calmly.
"What happened? You did a good thing!" Li Zhi's voice came from outside the door.
Pei Wanying hurriedly stood aside, and as soon as she stood still, she saw Li Zhilong walking in with a fierce momentum.
"My son has met my father." Pei Wanying followed Li Hong who stood up from behind the desk and hurriedly saluted Li Zhi, who had a moon-faced face in the cold winter.
"Hmph." Li Zhi looked at Li Hong and snorted, which startled Pei Wanying next to him.
Although they have become accustomed to the identity of the Crown Princess in the past few years, they are still not used to the identity of the royal daughter-in-law. In addition, not long after becoming the Crown Princess, Li Zhi and Wu Mei left Chang'an City for more than two years. Therefore, now that I heard Li Zhi snort, my heart still trembled involuntarily, and I felt a cold sweat in my heart for Li Hong.
Li Zhi walked straight to the back of the desk and sat down unceremoniously. Then he looked at Li Hong and Pei Wanying. After a moment of silence, he said harmoniously: "Wanying, please go out. Li Hong and I have something to discuss."
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Pei Wanying hurriedly saluted again, then glanced at Li Hong with concern with her bright eyes, and then stepped back lightly.
Li Hong watched the study door slowly closing tightly, and he had roughly guessed the reason for his father's anger. He glanced at the memorials on the desk with his peripheral vision, and saw that Li Zhi also took out several memorials and threw them on the desk.
Li Hong had never been worried about his father having memorials from Anxi. After all, although Anxi was his base, he had never withheld or concealed anything from his father and mother, so it was not surprising. , they can know everything that happened in Anxi.
"What's wrong? Are you so angry?" Li Hong pretended to be relaxed, walked to the desk, picked up a few memorials that Li Zhi had thrown on the desk, and started reading them casually.
"Give me an explanation, what's going on!" Li Zhi knocked on the desk, showing his dissatisfaction.
Li Hong raised his head and glanced at Li Zhi, and then began to read the memorials. The main issue in these memorials was focused on the matter of Li Xian's residence being transferred by Wang Benli. Presumably, his father was angry because of this matter. Son.
"What do you mean?" Li Hong put the memorial in his hand on the table and sat down opposite Li Zhi. He couldn't figure out Father Long's angry face and asked directly.
"Is this your idea?" Li Zhi asked, staring into Li Hong's eyes.
"How could my son be so stupid? If he wanted Li Xian to die, he could have done it without knowing it." Li Hong said in a deep voice facing Li Zhi's questioning gaze.
"But..." Li Zhi looked at Li Hong's deep eyes and didn't know what to say. Did Li Hong do something wrong
Li Hong stood up and picked up the memorial for changing Li Xian's residence, pushed it towards Li Zhi, and said coldly: "Li Xian has a guilty conscience. In order to win over Wang Benli and save his life, he voluntarily exchanged his residence with others. This is his own fault. If it weren't for him, In Anxi, if Li Xian was a commoner in other places, who would look at him seriously? Is it because of his face that Wang Benli interacts with him, not Li Xian and me? "
"Then why did Wang Benli deprive him so much? Why did Wang Benli rebel against the herders! How do you explain it?" Li Zhi flipped through the memorial irritably, not knowing whether he had read it or not, and threw it aside and asked.
"Whether Wang Benli wanted to rebel, or Li Xian tricked Wang Benli into rebelling, Xue Rengui, Hei Te Changzhi, and Zhang Jianzhi never mentioned it. Do you dare to say that there is no problem?"
"You still doubt Li Xian?"
"It's his evil intentions! He wanted to play with fire, but he didn't expect that he couldn't control the heat, so Wang Benli didn't take him seriously at all. If Li Xian was just a commoner and was honestly exiled, Will these things happen?" Li Hong looked very ugly and contradicted Li Zhi at the risk of being treasonous.
Even after he finished speaking, he was ready for Father Long to get angry and push down all the memorials on the table. But what he didn't expect was that Li Zhi just sighed silently, and then slowly leaned on He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes to relax.
"What you said is exactly the same as what your mother said. If Li Xian was honest and true to his duty, these things would never happen in Bazhou, but..."
"Impossible, I won't let him return to Chang'an." Li Hong said without refutation.
Li Zhi half-opened his mouth, and his mind was filled with Wu Mei's voice pouring cold water on him: "Go ahead, Li Hong will definitely not agree, but you can let Li Hong take back Li Xian's two children. He would agree with this. After all, he is now a parent and can understand this. "
Li Hong looked at Li Zhi's request to give in and settle for the next best thing. He sighed deeply, sat down across from him again, and said with some seriousness: "Li Xian deserves to die! The Anxi that I have worked so hard to manage for these years is just like this to him." It took two or three years to destroy it. Although the riot of seven or eight hundred people was a small riot, it was a start for other herdsmen and other tribes, and gave them a hint to resist my Tang Dynasty in the future! How can we take back their children now? If I do this, will I be worthy of the soldiers who fought with their lives in Anxi?"
"I just want his sons to come back. They are innocent. Whether Li Xian died innocently or deserved his punishment, I don't care about the affairs between you brothers and I can't control them. But... the child is also my grandson! I can't just watch them suffer with Li Xian and his wife in Anxi!" Li Zhi's eyes were no longer angry, but he looked at Li Hong with a hint of pleading.
Li Hong did not answer, but subconsciously flipped through the memorials on the table with his fingers. The clicking sound sounded softly in the silent study, and the silence continued between father and son.
"Then how do you plan to deal with these mobs who rebelled this time?" Li Zhi saw that Li Hong had been silent, so he had no choice but to ask.
Li Hong raised his head, let out another long sigh, looked at the exquisite ceiling above his head, and said lightly: "In troubled times, you should use heavy weapons to kill."
Li Zhi looked at Li Hong, who had been looking up at the ceiling. The corners of his eyes were beating involuntarily. After a while, he asked with certainty: "Do you want to kill all the more than 500 prisoners?"
"Kill." Li Hong still raised his head and moved his throat several times before spitting out the word "kill".
In the end, Li Zhi did not get the answer he deserved from Li Hong, and when Li Zhi left, Li Hong did not give him a clear answer whether to take back Li Xian's son or not.
When Li Hong walked out of the study, he saw that Pei Wanying had just sent Li Zhi away, and two small figures were also taken away by Li Zhi.
"Ye'er and Ye Zi were taken to the palace by Emperor Father." Pei Wanying turned around and looked at Li Hong and said.
"I saw it." Li Hong nodded lightly and responded.
Not long after giving birth, Pei Wanying has already regained her tall and slender figure, but compared to before giving birth, her whole person has a more mature, gentle charm and solemn and elegant feeling.
"Father has always wanted to change their names. I asked you to get the names..." Pei Wanying looked at the worried Li Hong and had no choice but to try to divert Li Hong's attention with the two children.
"Li Ye, Li Ye, one boy and one girl. What a great name. I won't change it." Li Hong took the towel handed over by Xiaoxue and wiped his face and said.
"The Queen Mother is not satisfied either." Pei Wanying glanced at her stubborn husband and said.
"I'm afraid you're not satisfied either." Li Hong took Xiaoxue's little hand and motioned for her to sit down, then leaned against her chest and let her little hands massage his temples, and said lazily.
Pei Wanying rolled her eyes at him helplessly, and then seemed to think of something, and suddenly said nervously: "By the way, isn't it time for you to go to Chang'an? It's almost the end of the day. Miss Qinghan, where are you? How long have you been gone?”
"Where's Bai Chun?" Li Hong asked, looking around.
"In the palace. When you went to court today, Sister Bai passed by the East Palace and went to the palace. I just don't know if she has returned to Prince Pu's Mansion now." Pei Wanying said helplessly.
I don't know what happened, but Chen Qinghan hasn't been able to capture him yet. In this East Palace, no one can help him except An Xiaohe, the naughty girl who idles around all day.
I have finally made some progress with Chen Qinghan in the past two years, but it seems that His Highness is not very interested in her. After a few years of delay, she is already in her twenties and has become an old girl.
"Is this what the Queen asked you to say? Just a few days after I came back, I started worrying about it, so I'll go." Li Hong finally felt that it was not easy to be the prince.
Although he was still the prince at this time, it was no different from inheriting the throne. Whether it was his father and mother, the courtiers, or Pei Wanying, they all worked hard for the incense of the Li family.
Xiaoxue and others were trained in martial arts, and they were too old to care about their children. An Xiaohe had a lively temperament and was still heartless. She probably gave birth to a child... and lost the child while she was fishing.
Now, with Li Zhi and Wu Mei returning to Chang'an, the matter of the East Palace continuing to accept concubines has been put on the agenda again. Even Di Renjie made arrangements for it in the name of a banquet, but was rejected by Li Hong. Rejected.
Now there are only Hua Meng and Cheetah behind him when he goes out. In the two years since Li Zhi and Wu Mei were away from Chang'an, the Yushi Yanguan has ignored Li Hong's disrespect for etiquette. His Highness can go out as much as he wants, as long as he no longer looks like Just like last time, fighting with a big food prince in a restaurant in full view of everyone is fine.
(End of chapter)