or the father and the emperor. Presumably, if the father wakes up and learns, he will be very relieved and ask the empress Haosheng to teach the nine princes. In this way, the son minister will retire...Chapter 387 Su Jinpa took the initiative to date

and the powerful King Wen also attracted the fear of the Emperor Dahang, so he summoned King Wen's son to Beijing with a decree.

says that he misses his nephew and should take it with him to cultivate him. In fact, everyone knows that he is a hostage.

King Wen Shizi always kept a low profile and never took part in any right and wrong in the capital, but now, on the first day of the New year, he has organized a grand poetry meeting.

the metaphorical meaning behind this makes Zhao Xuanji have to be vigilant.

glanced at his anxious son, Zhao Xuanji knew it like the back of his hand and asked, "can Su Jinpa go"

Zhao Tailai blushed and whispered, "Yes."

King Wen Shizi is not the son of a generation, and Zhao Tailai doesn't care.

what he cares about is that Su Jinpa will also be there.

then he must go.

just now, he's a little desperate, too.

from the point of view of his father's opposition to himself and Su Jinpa, it was absolutely impossible to agree to go when he learned that Su Jinpa would also be there.

but he didn't want to. Zhao Xuanji's next sentence eliminated all Zhao Tailai's despair.

"you go."

Zhao Tailai looked up at his father in amazement. Before he could ask a question, he heard Zhao Xuanji say, "but you must not make trouble for me. When you go, you are only responsible for one thing, and that is to make friends with King Wen. Do you understand"

Zhao Tailai grinned and said, "Don't worry about this. I'm good at making friends."

"King Wen Shizi has been keeping a low profile over the past few years. Although there must be some advice from King Wen, young people can stand the days when they are placed under others without any mistakes, which shows that this son's mind is also unusual. Be careful not to be taken to the ditch."

Zhao Xuanji gave a reminder and said, "go and hurry back. Write down all the details at the poetry meeting and let me hear when you come back."

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watched his son run out happily, Zhao Xuanji sighed slightly.

are all young people of the same generation, not to mention the evil existence of the East Palace, that is, King Li Yinhu of Zhao and the newly emerged son of King Wen, who are far superior to their own sons both in ability and in mind.

compared with the previous people, his son is like an idiot, which makes Zhao Xuanji's heart very unbalanced.

"come on."

Zhao Xuanji gave a little shout.

A plain-looking dead man immediately appeared behind him.

"follow the young master and don't let him get into trouble. if there is an accident, come back and report immediately."

the dead soldier answered and asked, "the young master should have a strong character. What if something happens and he doesn't listen to me"

"knocked out and dragged back."

"Yes."

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outside the East Palace, Li Chen, who was invited by Su Jinpa for the first time, obviously could not react when he heard the name of King Wen Shizi.

thought for a long time, Li Chencai found the name and corresponding information from the massive intelligence information submitted by the east factory before.

"King Wen Shizi has been in Beijing for more than four years. He either grows flowers or grows grass every day. His biggest hobby is to go fishing in Jinghai. Today, he suddenly wants to hold a poetry meeting to raise money for the disaster victims."

what kind of person is Li Chen even if he kicks a stone by the side of the road, he will wonder if someone deliberately put it here.

people like this are immediately alert to the changes that have taken place in King Wen, a man who is already extremely sensitive.

Su Jinpa seems to have known Li Chen's reaction for a long time. "it's no use guessing," she said. "you might as well go and have a look and find out."

Li Chen looked at Su Jinpa and said meaningfully, "the first time you asked me out, was it for this son of King Wen"red with blackened blood, with scars crisscrossing like a pig's head chopped up by a random knife. among the decaying flesh and blood, there are tangled hair and black blood clots, in which you can se...