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Helang was so annoyed by his question that his temples ached slightly, so he had no choice but to answer, "I have no purpose. As long as Your Highness believes that I have my heart in you, I will not betray you."
He didn't explain anything, but this sentence was extremely serious and firm, like a strange reassurance pill, or a bowl of ecstasy soup, which instantly calmed Zhen Puyang's heart.
Won't you betray... Zhen Puyang was touched when he heard it. At this time, Helang asked back: "The goal of all the princes is that chair, what about you? What is your pursuit and purpose?"
This question obviously bothered him a lot. When Helang asked him, Zhen Puyang's heroic brows slightly frowned.
However, he was big-hearted, and soon stretched his brows and eyes, relaxed, "What can I pursue? The most important thing in a person's life is to be happy, to please himself, to treat wine as a song, to be chic and happy, isn't it beautiful?"
Helang was slightly melancholy, and raised his glass in a muffled voice.
With these few sips, his brain has become slightly chaotic, and his thinking speed has slowed down a lot. Two blushes crept up from his neck quietly, dyeing the roots of his ears and cheeks slightly red.
After a long time, he put down his wine glass before choking out, "You are the man of the emperor." The lingering heat made his cheeks scald.
Zhen Puyang was a good drinker, after hearing his words, he didn't take it seriously, and looked into his slightly hazy eyes.
"Here it is again. Are you persuading me? Then tell me, what are the benefits of being an emperor?"
Helang didn't know what this young man wanted, so he didn't think much about it in his drunken brain, and casually said the pursuit of the world, "Above ten thousand people...or lying drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman?"
After hearing his answer, Zhen Puyang said disdainfully: "I can do it now, what's so rare?"
Helang stopped talking, anyway, that was his mission, although His Highness was reluctant at this time, but he would always make him willing.
Seeing his husband deflated, Zhen Puyang laughed lightly. If he sat in that seat, he would be able to lie drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, wouldn't it be bad
He looked at his husband meaningfully and let out a narrow smile.
He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the dense alcohol smell stained his eyes, Zhen Puyang thought, maybe he was drunk too.
...
The emperor is willing to pamper Zhen Puyang, but Zhen Puyang's free and unrestrained temperament is not suitable to be restrained at all, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the emperor has no intention of passing the throne to him.
Right now, the most likely one belongs to the crown prince.
The prince has reached the age of eighteen, married a wife and had children, and has entered the stage of starting a family and starting a business. Because of the branches and leaves, the power has become more and more consolidated. The emperor has handed over part of the power to him, just like a half-ruler. The power of the power has been firmly entrenched like the roots of a tree.
And the other princes have passed the year of the chief role, and have been assigned scattered affairs one after another. Although they may not be qualified to be emperors, they are at least training their personal abilities. Only Zhen Puyang is relaxed and unrestrained No hanging.
It's not that the emperor doesn't spoil him, on the contrary, he spoils him a bit too much, making him live a little more comfortably. He doesn't need him to learn how to deal with state affairs. At that time, he can only be named an idle prince and live a chic and free life. up.
Zhen Puyang didn't know it, and just lived his life as a devil king.
However, this former demon king has become more and more restrained because of Helang's appearance in the past two years. Although he is still stubborn, he has not caused any serious troubles.
Everyone in the palace said that the Ninth Prince had grown up, and he had never heard of the rumors that he bullied the palace people. He became more and more knowledgeable and eloquent, and he also had some essays and paintings. Elegant gesture.
When he was in a good mood, he would give other people a smile, but it wasn't like the vicious smile he showed after underestimating the punishment or playing tricks on the servants before, which made people chill.
Although Helang also heard other people's praises and worry-free praises and heard callused ears, but he felt that His Highness was still the same in front of him... naughty, loves to talk back, and likes to annoy him.
It was the hot weather, and the room was stuffy, so Helang took him to prepare books by the shade of the tree in the back garden.
But even though the place is full of greenery and cold tea is prepared, it can be said to be very comfortable, but Zhen Puyang still can't calm down, just as Helang read a few words to him according to Xuanke, he started to get restless.
"It's these pedantic truths again, I don't listen to them!"
Zhen Puyang's nose was almost pointing up to the sky, he flicked his sleeves, and sat on the soft chair under the tree in a disfigured manner, all royal etiquette was thrown out of the nine days, and he didn't look half praised by others.
There is no lack of contempt in what he said, but it can still be seen that there is a smile in his eyes, sparkling like a pond warmed by the sun.
It's hard to imagine that the violent Ninth Prince in everyone's eyes will have such an angry look when he is angry, like a domineering and savage tiger, suddenly softening his face and turning into a kitten with teeth and claws.
Helang is used to being satirized by Zhen Puyang for being old-fashioned all the time. Helang has become accustomed to such words. He knows that he doesn't think what he thinks, but he still wants to say this, and he doesn't know why. Could it be possible to annoy him
Helang automatically ignored his words, rolled up the book, and knocked on his forehead.
"If your Highness is good, don't bully your servants or other princes within this month. At the end of the month, I will take His Highness out to play."
"Huh—?" Zhen Puyang's eyes lit up, go out
Realizing that he was too excited, he glared at the smiling Helang, immediately calmed down, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "How to get out?"
He really yearns for the prosperity of the world, facing this palace scene every day, no matter how beautiful it is, sooner or later he will get tired of it, but unfortunately, as a prince, he will inevitably be baffled by some rules and regulations.
"The minister has his own methods." Helang played tricks and refused to say it directly, which seemed a little cunning.
Tch, what else can I do? It's nothing more than a way to make friends with others.
Zhen Puyang didn't make trouble either, he just thought, if he has time to socialize with officials and soldiers, it's better to spend more time with him, who is more honorable
He stared back at his husband with a little dissatisfaction, but it was obvious that Herang didn't understand what he was thinking, so he just smiled at him habitually and looked at him with tolerant eyes.
As long as His Highness lost his temper, he would respond like this. He knew that His Highness would be as powerless as if his fist hit cotton, so in the end he had to calm down naturally.
This way of getting along makes their atmosphere harmonious and harmonious. Maybe it's because the summer flowers bloom just right, and their faces are as pretty as this beautiful face.
Not far away, a figure passing by by chance couldn't help but stop, staring at their delicate and harmonious scene.
He was not very old, and his figure was slightly thin. He stood there blankly, looking at the tenderness in the eyes of the person in the green shirt.
He knew that he was the emperor's elder brother who was always the most favored, but he had a bad temper and had the title of Demon King.
He thought that such a vicious person would not be truly loved by anyone, even the palace servants who served him would turn pale upon hearing him, how vicious such a person must be.
Although I heard that he has corrected a lot in recent years, he still keeps his nose up.
Even if he relied on his father's love for him, so what if everyone respected him? Seeing his indomitable posture, after the other brothers inherit the throne, maybe they will do something to him.
Although he was an inconspicuous prince, he didn't envy him the favor he received like other brothers, he just lamented the injustice of fate.
But at this time, a feeling of envy arises spontaneously.
It turns out that someone really can make another person lose the false publicity in his eyes, dispel his confusion, and then fill him with new hope.
So, who will fill his vacancy
He couldn't help feeling sorry for himself, and finally shook his head, turned and left.
The author has something to say: I am still a short guy, and there will be a scheming boy competing for favor (crossed out)
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