Chapter 605

She doesn't want much, and that's fine, isn't it?

Luo Hengju gently stroked her hair, and slowly closed his eyes. In the night, the surrounding breeze was pleasant, and some people had a good night's sleep.

However, there are more people who cannot sleep well or sleep well, such as the one in the palace.

With a bang, the third prince slammed the table hard, and on the table, the books of sages and sages that he copied and returned to the ancestors were like snowflakes everywhere, flying everywhere.

Several little eunuchs hurriedly lay on the ground and carefully picked up the white papers.

The sage asked the third prince to copy these books of sages, and he had to copy one hundred copies. If the one hundred copies were really copied, it would take five or six years. According to the current temperament of the third prince, copy one, and then Tear up one, I'm afraid he and his life will never want to go out.

Even if five or six years later, he has finished copying, but when he goes out again, it may be that everything is different, and all the good opportunities that belonged to him are completely lost.

So, let him copy how and when he copies, it is difficult, he can only stay here all his life, copying these hateful books, and now he has not finished copying even one, and still needs to Let him copy a hundred copies,

One hundred copies.

How to copy 100 copies?

Let others copy it, let him see and see, how on earth can it be possible to copy these hundred books.

He didn't come here all his life to copy these books.

He sat there coldly, and the eunuchs all over the place picked up the things he copied and put them aside respectfully, and the things in front of him were half copied or not half.

There is also a candlestick.

And the light above the candlestick is also clustered, jumping upward from time to time, and the candlelight of this point is also reflected in his eyes, and between the jumps of the light, the resentment in his eyes is actually more and more. More and more and bigger.

The emperor himself imprisoned him here, and he didn't mean to copy books. Copying books is a flash. All he wants is his recuperation, but what does he want to recuperate? What is he doing?

What he wants is the throne, he wants to mention the chair under his father's butt, and now seeing that chair has left him, how can he be reconciled?

The hand he put on the table clenched again, almost breaking his own hand bones.

The door outside opened, and an eunuch walked in, also holding the meal of the third prince, and the eunuch was also searched by the guards outside the door. When nothing was found, it was released. He goes in.

"Your Highness, this is your dinner."

The old eunuch hurriedly put down the food, and said in a low voice while putting it down.

"Your Highness, please take it slow."

The third prince raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were painful. He didn't have the heart to eat now. What he wanted to do most was to smash everything here. Yes, smashed, everything was smashed. Well, it has to be a smashed piece of shit.

But he knew that as long as he dared to be disrespectful to Zu Xun, as long as he dared to smash the table or drop the book, everything he did here would be known by his father.

And if the emperor gave up on him at that time, then he would not even have the slightest chance to turn over.

Your Highness, slow down.

The old eunuch said one more sentence, this is when he stood up, then turned around and left here, and the moment the door was closed, the corner of the third prince's eyes jumped hard, it was really like sitting in a prison.

And he really wants to stay at this time of his life.

Until he is old and old, and until he is old and dead.

He stared blankly at the meals on the table, the corners of his mouth still hurt, and he never touched those meals.

It wasn't until he stretched out his hand that he picked up the chopsticks numbly and put some vegetables in his mouth. The third prince, who always stretched out his hand with clothes and opened his mouth with food, was also the most suitable candidate for succession. , Unexpectedly, one day, he will become a prisoner, and he will not even be able to take one more step outside.

How can he sit still, how can he stay still?

He just ate the vegetables one by one, as if he was chewing wax. Even if the share given to him was still the same as before, it was still the share of the prince, but told him that even if a prisoner on the stage was a Manchu and Han banquet, even if It's delicious from the mountains and seas, but it still doesn't taste much in his mouth.

Until he picked up some dishes again, the chopsticks in his hand froze first, and his face changed abruptly.

He waved his hand and let the eunuch beside him go down.

The eunuch bowed and bowed to him, and then he backed out, opened the door, closed the door, and stood outside. In fact, he never left. As long as he made a sound, they would definitely come in.

When there was only the third prince inside, the third prince slowly put down his chopsticks, put his hand to his mouth, and then clenched it tightly.

He put his hand down, and then put it on his knees. This is the release of his hand, and the five fingers of his hand are opened, and there is a note that has been crumpled into a ball in his palm.

He opened the note, and read the words on it one by one, and then remembered it in his heart. Finally, he picked up the note, rubbed it, and put it on the candlestick on the side, waiting for the note to be transformed. For the sake of ashes.

He picked up the chopsticks again and continued to eat the rest of the meal, but in a place where no one could see, at this time, the corners of his lips, which had been flat, seemed to raise a strange arc upwards.

It wasn't until he finished eating the dishes on the table that he took up the bowl of white fungus porridge again. The spoon in his hand was also picking something in it. He scooped up a longan and put it on the table. He put it in his mouth, and then another one, until he ate three in a row, then he slowly put down the spoon in his hand, then put his hand to his mouth, and ate the one in his mouth The longan spit out.

He bit the longan open, and inside was a wax pill sealed with wax.

With two fingers, he crushed the medicine bowl, and what was sealed inside was a pill the size of a peanut.

two ways.

He sneered, which way could he go?

If he didn't live here forever, no, maybe he didn't have a lifetime, he really didn't believe it, and in the future, when the fourth brother really took over the whole country, he would still have a little brotherhood for his third brother, Then let him live.

They have all accepted the teachings of the emperor, and of course they all know what it means to cut grass and root, win the king or defeat the bandit.

It's that simple.

Therefore, he chose only that one.

He wants to fight a bloody path for himself, and if he fails, he becomes a benevolent.