After resigning, the little emperor ceased to be a human being [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 3

Jiang Sui went back to the palace tremblingly. Along the way, he thought of countless ways to deal with Wei Xun, but he didn't expect that Wei Xun didn't mention it at all.

Even dinner is prepared, just waiting for him to come back to eat.

This meal, Jiang Sui ate tasteless, and he didn't even pay attention to what kind of food he was eating.

He knew that he shouldn't think wildly, and many great achievements were caused by suspicion, but since he read that book, Wei Xun's every action had a different meaning in his eyes.For example, tonight, when he serves him vegetables as usual, and reminds him not to be picky about food, Jiang Sui will feel that no emperor is willing to be so submissive to his courtiers, and Wei Xun has ulterior motives in doing so.

He clearly knew that he had lied tonight and went out to visit brothels under the pretext of being uncomfortable, but Wei Xun didn't blame him, and Jiang Sui felt that he was holding back and waiting for a big move in the future.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Sui lay on the bed in Wenhua Hall, tossing and turning.

He didn't know if the book was true or not. Many things in the book were true, but some things were wrong.It is true that he is the regent king, but this regent king is not what he wanted to be. The old emperor pressed his head on his head before he died and made him the regent king. This broken prince.

Not to mention being suspected by the whole world, he is still exhausted and has no good life.

The book said that he was ambitious and wanted to control the entire court, but since three years ago, he had already returned the power of governing the country to Wei Xun, and it was not completed because Wei Xun was still young. At the age of 14, Jiang Sui was afraid that he would be seduced by someone with a heart, and he was also afraid that he would make some irreversible wrong decisions.

Even seven years ago, when Jiang Sui first became the regent, he was not a single-handed ruler. There were left and right ministers in the court, and the clan had Princess Zhu Shaochang and King Cheng. In order to contain him, the old emperor worked so hard to make people sympathetic.

Of course, Jiang Sui just said this casually, making him sympathize with the old emperor, which he couldn't do in his life, so it would be nice if he didn't spit at him.

On the one hand, he wants to use his abilities and talents, but on the other hand, he is afraid that his family will dominate. This is the heart of an emperor.

Wei Xun is the son of the old emperor. Sometimes, Jiang Sui felt that he was still the pitiful little boy who grew up in the cold palace, but sometimes, looking at his tall and straight back, Jiang Sui felt that he was already a real emperor.

Then, will he be full of calculations on himself like the old emperor?

After the calculation, it was found that he was no longer useful, so should he just kill him?

During the long night, Jiang Sui stared at the dark pattern on the bed curtain, and couldn't help sighing heavily.

He didn't know Wei Xun's thoughts, but he was very clear about his own thoughts.This dream was like a hammer, hitting his and Wei Xun's past lightly, not hard, so only a crack appeared, but this crack would only grow bigger and bigger as time went by.

In the final analysis, he didn't believe in Wei Xun.

He couldn't say with certainty that Wei Xun would definitely not treat him like in the book.The truth is, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that the future in the book is possible.

So what should he do now?

Jiang Sui stared at the bed curtain for a long time before he finally felt a little sleepy. Before falling asleep, he was still thinking about this question.

The next day, before the morning court, Wei Xun changed his clothes and walked towards Wenhua Hall.

He ascended the throne at the age of ten, and attained the crown at the age of 14. He is the emperor. He attained the crown a few years earlier than ordinary people, but no matter how old he is, he only lives in the Wuying Palace. The Chengming Palace where the emperors of all dynasties lived has always been empty. It's like a vacant harem.

The crowned emperor still lives in the Hall of Martial Arts, which is against the rules no matter how you look at it.Jiang Sui persuaded him several times, and he told Jiang Sui that because it was the place where his father lived, he thought it was dirty and didn't want to live there.After Jiang Sui heard this, he immediately stopped mentioning the matter. If the ministers of the DPRK and China had objections, he would help to reject them.

Jiang Sui thought he had a shadow over his father, but in fact, he didn't care about that old man. He said that only because the Hall of Martial Arts is the closest place to the Hall of Wenhua, and he wanted to be closer to Jiang Sui, closer .

Jiang Sui is a bedridden person, and I don't know when it started. Wei Xun changed the bedridden person to Jiang Sui, and Wei Xun would come to the Wenhua Palace every morning to get the lazy regent out of bed. stand up.

Today is the same. When the maids of Wenhua Palace saw Wei Xun coming, they knelt down silently. No sound is necessary.

In the hall, Wei Xun lifted the bed curtain, Jiang Sui was sleeping soundly, his sleeping posture was not elegant at all, he always hugged the quilt in his arms habitually, no matter how soft the brocade quilt is, it will leave marks on the body , Jiang Sui's face was flushed from sleeping, and there were two obvious red marks on his left cheek. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. From Wei Xun's angle, he could still see Jiang Sui's soft red tongue. .

Wei Xun's eyes were tinged with a smile. Hearing that Jiang Sui went to the brothel again yesterday, his depression has dissipated a lot.

He knew that Jiang Sui's visits to brothels were simply to appreciate beauties, so he didn't completely level those brothels, but Jiang Sui would not be happy as long as he looked at other people.

I don't know when he will be better.

Sitting beside Jiang Sui's bed, Wei Xun's slightly drooping eyes flashed a heavy light, Qin Wangshan was not surprised, he still kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and regarded himself as a transparent person.

After seeing enough, Wei Xun stretched out his hand and tore off some of Jiang Sui's quilt: "Teacher, it's already a quarter of an hour, and it's time to go to court."

Jiang Sui frowned, but didn't open his eyes. He turned over impatiently and muttered, "No."

Wei Xun: "..."

He rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, he was only 17 years old, but he acted like a little old man, "Teacher, don't be willful, you got up late, and the courtiers have to wait again."

Jiang Sui turned his back to Wei Xun, he didn't seem to recognize who was talking to him at all, buried his head in the quilt, and said in a sleepy voice, "Just say that I'm sick and can't go to court. "

Wei Xun asked, "Then what's wrong with the master?"

"Brain disease."

Wei Xun: "..."

Jiang Sui was determined to stay in bed, Wei Xun called him a few more times, this time Jiang Sui just ignored him, seeing that he was really sleepy, Wei Xun didn't bother him anymore, that's all, no It's okay to go or not, it's not a big deal today, if he wants to rest, let him rest for a day.

Thinking of this, Wei Xun left with a large group of people. Before leaving, he lowered Jiang Sui's bed curtain, and only opened his eyes when there was no other movement in the hall.

In fact, he woke up when Wei Xun first came in, but after a night of fermenting, he really couldn't face Wei Xun. Time, hurry up and run.

He didn't run too far, he went back to the palace for a few days, called a sickness, took a leave, and he came back when he figured out how to deal with the crisis of trust with Wei Xun.

Jiang Sui was a man of action, and when Wei Xun found out that he had run away, it was already half an hour later.

Fortunately, Jiang Sui was not so aggressive, and he still remembered to leave a letter of leave, saying that he had been suffering from headaches for the past few days, dreamed of his father who had been dead for many years, and wanted to go home to recuperate and meet his family by the way.

The regent worked hard every day, dedicated himself to the country, and the letter of leave at this time was so high-sounding, Wei Xun felt that he could not justify not giving the leave.

Holding the leave letter, Wei Xun remembered that Jiang Sui's attitude had become a little strange since yesterday afternoon. He didn't know what he thought of. In the end, he gently put down the leave letter, then turned around and told the eunuch: "Go to the warehouse. Take some high-quality supplements and send them to the Prince Regent's Mansion, and tell the Prince Regent to let him rest well and recover soon, and I will miss him."

No matter what the emperor said, as long as he gave a fake.Jiang Sui said he was sick, so naturally he didn't accept the rewards in person. Apart from Jiang Sui, there was only Jiang Zhui left in the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Jiang Zhui's legs were disabled, and he was sitting in a wooden wheelchair. His servants pushed him to receive the order. He looked up at the eunuch who announced the order. Jiang Zhui said in a very soft voice, "My brother is sick, and I can't get up. , please also forgive the rudeness of our two brothers, and please tell your majesty, it is not that Jiang is ignorant of etiquette, it is just that he is unable to do what he wants."

Jiang Zhui is about the same age as Wei Xun. He is not in good health and has not been out for a long time. His complexion is much paler than ordinary people. However, due to his disabled legs, he has to be silent all his life. Even the eunuch feels that his fate unfair.

Looking at Young Master Jiang's appearance, if he is a healthy person, how radiant he would be.

Master He, General Gu, and even the national teacher are not as good-looking as Young Master Jiang.

But it was useless to say anything, Jiang Zhui's legs would never be able to stand up for the rest of his life, he handed over the imperial decree, said a few more auspicious words, and then left, Jiang Zhui sat in a wheelchair, watched him leave with a smile After that, he lowered his head, unfolded the bright yellow imperial decree, and slowly read the writing on it.

A pool of stagnant eyes fell on the word "Missing". After a moment of silence, he rolled up the imperial decree again, and then ordered his servants to push him back.

At this time, someone who should have received the imperial edict was sitting in his room, flipping through the articles he had written these days.

Jiang chased in, and a gentle voice rang in the room, "Why do you pretend to be sick, brother?"