"The prince is back..."

When Jia Cong returned to the palace, he went to Cining Palace to meet the Empress Dowager and King Wu. When he returned, the Empress Dowager and King Wu both showed joy.

After seeing the ceremony, Jia Cong said, "All have been settled."

The queen mother smiled and said, "Then Mrs. Rongguo, aren't you making things difficult for you?"

These jokes made Tanchun, who was with Ye Qing, blushed.

Jia Cong chuckled and said, "How dare you now?"

King Wu didn't have the leisure to make fun of him and asked, "Have you prepared the funeral before the funeral?"

Jia Cong nodded and said, "The imperial tomb has been ready for a long time. The national mourning has been mourned twice a year, and all the preparations are all."

As soon as this said, the Empress Dowager quietly looked at King Wu.

Now in the whole world, only the prince dares to talk about the Supreme Emperor in front of King Wu...

King Wu did not react much, and just said "Yes" and said, "The imperial tomb is located on the northern foot of Mount Li, on the shore of the Wei River, more than a hundred miles away from Chang'an. The weather is hot, so please ask Wang Chun to prepare more ice. Since the late emperor's will say, "I can't bear to have more work on the mountain tombs, and the system must be done. Then you don't have to work too much... If you really have to do all your etiquette, you have to sacrifice half of your life, let alone you not be very strong."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "My son is in good health."

King Wu probably felt that he was too straightforward. Seeing Ye Qing laughing at Jia Cong, he snorted and said, "It's either that I treat the fourth brother harshly, or after my death, I should always be simple. Life and death are common, and I will cultivate a short and fixed number. Why bother with the future generations?"

"emperor!"

The empress dowager couldn't listen to this and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Why do you say such unfilial and horrifying words?"

Jia Cong took the opportunity to persuade: "Father, the throne ceremony should be simpler. With such a heaven, the father's dragon body is not safe, how can he withstand the tossing?"

When King Wu heard this, he showed a loving look on his face and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I know what I know."

Jia Cong said seriously: "Father, my son said something unfilial. My son knew that my father's actions were for my son's ministers, but for my son's ministers, this action was far less important than my father's health. My father is more kind and my son's foundation will be solid. The army is being cleaned, the Ministry of War is reorganized, and the Military Pavilion is still preparing, and none of them can be able to make merits in one month or two. My son only hopes that my father can live a hundred years old to truly control the military power."

Upon hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed in King Wu's eyes, he gently patted Jia Cong's arm and said, "You have to hurry up, I can't hold on for too long..."

"Father!!"

King Wu held Jia Cong's arm, and said with a little force, "Don't worry too much, it will be fine within a year."

Jia Cong: "..."

...

"You are here!"

Ping'er was watching the copywriting of the harem in the side hall of Yiqiu Palace. When she saw Jia Cong coming in, she stood up in surprise to greet her.

Seeing that there were a lot of copywriting piled up on her desk, Jia Cong went up to pick up a copy and flipped it out. Seeing that it was the file of the six female officials in the harem, he smiled and said, "Now Sister Ping'er looks like a heavenly official of the Ministry of Personnel."

Ping'er poured tea for Jia Cong, and his pretty face and apricot eyes smiled like crescent moons, saying, "How dare you compare with Tianguan? But I can tell you what you know. Miss Bao said that you can only look at these things, not necessarily all of them. The specific person depends on what you do on weekdays."

Jia Cong nodded when he heard this and looked at Ping'er.

Ping'er is slim, but she gradually has the charm of a young woman.

He has a nice appearance and a warm and peaceful eyes.

Jia Cong threw the copy in his hand aside, reached out and held Ping'er's hand, and then put a little force, Ping'er landed on his lap.

Ping'er's pretty face was flushed, and she carefully looked at the Zhaorong Palace Maids standing near the hall. Seeing that they were not changing their faces, they dared not look around and felt relieved.

Hearing Jia Cong sighed softly, he couldn't help but ask with concern: "What's wrong with me? I'm going back to the Jia family today, is there something wrong with me?"

Jia Cong chuckled and said, "How could there be anything bad about the Jia family..." After waved his hand to let the people in the palace go out, he put his hand in Ping'er's arms, held the beauty, and roughly told the story of what happened to the Jia family's trip today, and said, "The old lady was so angry again today. I don't know what kind of hatred she felt when she knelt on me."

Ping'er blushed and let Jia Cong make trouble during the day, whispering: "No, now that the emperor has become the prince, how precious is it? How dare the old lady be disrespectful?"

Jia Cong hummed and said, "She may not be able to turn around in her bones, but for the sake of the master and sisters, it is not easy to make her look ugly. I don't have to be angry with a confused old woman..."

Ping'er was so nervous that she was rubbed by Jia Cong, but she was still thinking about the sigh just now. She wrapped her hands around Jia Cong's waist and back, giving herself the strength to sit upright. Fang asked softly: "Why isn't that good mood just now?"

Jia Cong laughed first and said, "But I'm in a beautiful mood now!" Ping'er's eyes were filled with water, but there was still a little more concern. Jia Cong's smile gradually faded and said, "The father's body can't last for too long."

Ping'er was shocked when she heard this and said in horror: "How could this be?"

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "I was ruined so cruelly in the past few years that I had already run out of energy. If I hadn't been for me, I would have held on for two years... But I could have held on for another year. But sometimes, I don't want to let my father hold on. If I can't die, it's more cruel than torture. Alas..."

Ping'er didn't know how to solve this method, but she knew to persuade him from the side and said, "My, what the emperor is most concerned about now is whether his throne can be firmly held and whether he will be bullied. Therefore, he insisted on living. Although the dragon body would not be useful, he would definitely enjoy it as he grew stronger day by day."

Jia Cong nodded and said, "I know this truth too. Moreover, the father has a wish, which is to see the birth of the emperor as soon as possible."

Ping'er heard this and her pretty face burned. She looked at Jia Cong and said softly: "I'm not talking to Miss Ye..."

Jia Cong laughed and said, "Where is the insurance? Who knows to give birth to a boy or a girl?"

Ping'er felt that her body was about to melt and murmured, "But, Miss Lin should be the first..."

Jia Cong shook her head repeatedly and said, "She is so old, she hasn't grown yet. If she is pregnant now, it's too dangerous. Sister Ping'er is different. Sister Ping'er's body is already mature and it's time to have a baby."

Ping'er couldn't say a word, and the watery feeling in her beautiful eyes was almost dripping. Jia Cong laughed, picked her up in the waist, and walked to the warm chalet.

...

In a game of dragons and phoenixes, Ping'er used her infinite tenderness and tolerance to soothe Jia Cong's depression and dullness.

He is a selfish person, and he was in his previous life.

Before, he was angry that he was involved in the "conspiracy" between King Wu and Ye Qing for no reason.

Because of being "calculated", the family may be confiscated and exterminated at any time, and I feel disgusted.

However, when King Wu sent him to the position of the prince of the country and gave him all his favor and care, in order for him to firmly hold the position, King Wu would rather endure the daily low fever and burning pain of his internal organs, and live strongly...

All of Jia Cong's resentment had dissipated. He had never been a parent and did not understand the greatness of love.

But Jia Cong had to admit that he was indeed moved.

But the more this happens, the more you think of the time when King Wu is about to die and leave, he feels very uncomfortable.

However, life and death are short-lived, how can we force it...

King Wu never feared death. If it weren't for him, King Wu would rather relieve his pain as soon as possible and go to heaven to reunite with Empress Xiaoxian.

As for military power, Jia Cong will definitely have a firm control within one year!

Ping'er rinsed herbal tea and served Jia Cong to drink it.

Jia Cong took it with a smile and drank it all in one go.

He took Ping'er into his arms again. Ping'er looked at Jia Cong's deep eyes and handsome face, and couldn't help but step forward and kiss him gently.

Jia Cong smiled and hugged her tighter.

Ping'er asked in a low voice: "Master, the nanny in the palace once told us that the first child of my father is best given by the crown prince's concubine. Yuanzi is the legitimate, which will reduce a lot of trouble in the future. If the eldest son is not the legitimate, then..."

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong looked down at Ping'er. Seeing her eyes worried, he laughed and said, "We have really become members of the Tian family. We have begun to worry about the throne of the sons who will fight for the throne decades later?"

Ping'er blushed and said softly: "You must be careful of Yu Weiran. These days we have read many banned books in the palace and were frightened by many things that we never even sang in the plays. I never expected that there would be so many bizarre and terrible things in this palace, which was really terrifying. Especially the battle for the throne, all dynasties were very tragic. Sister Bao, my sister and the three girls were all scared, and Zijuan's face was even blue... The prince has more brothers and brothers, which is not a good thing."

Jia Cong nodded and said, "To set up the prince early is like setting a target. The more talented his brothers and sisters are, the more dangerous he is."

Ping'er heard this and said anxiously: "What should I do? We must not have such a thing in our family. In the future... I will definitely warn my children that they must not hurt their brothers for that position, otherwise I will not recognize him..."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Our family doesn't know, and I won't establish a crown prince early. The system of chief is by no means a perfect method. I will use another method to select heirs. As for what you said just now, it is not right. They are all my sons, how can they favor one and the other? If you have talent, it is possible. You don't have to be afraid of anything. At least in our generation, I can guarantee that your own flesh and blood can have a whole country. The world is far from Daqian. Sister Ping'er, don't worry, if you can have more children, you will have more children and blessings, and there are many benefits! It turns out that I want to make you the right, and you will never obey. Since that's the case, you will have more children for me, and I promise that they will all be able to be the king of the country!"

Ping'er heard this and her pretty face flew. Although she couldn't understand what Jia Cong said, she became more and more moved by her unconditional belief in Jia Cong's words.

Unable to repay, after looking at Jia Cong for a while, he slid down slowly again with shame...

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Chapter completed!