Chapter 2032: Madam, It's Stable!

The title of Prince's Protector is useless.

Otherwise, if you saw that Xue Lu, Marquis of Yangwu, was given the title of Prince Shaobao by Emperor Ren, you would not take it seriously at all.

This is roughly equivalent to a social position, just using a name to show that I value you.

If you really want to teach the prince, the emperor will definitely think that your IQ is not enough, and then kick you and go home to eat old rice.

Ke Xing and Bo were given the false title of Prince's Young Master...

Then the capital became restless!

Yes, whether it was in a tavern, on the bed of a popular prostitute, or even in the palace, the prince's young master was on the lips of countless people.

After Ms. Sun learned the news, she broke three strings while playing the piano, and then said expressionlessly that she was going to copy Buddhist scriptures.

Wang Zhen went out expressionlessly, then made an excuse, slapped several eunuchs and maids, and ordered them to kneel down.

It's like mourning a heir!

This is the atmosphere in Sun's palace now!

"How dare he do this! How dare he!"

Under the brush, the small regular script flows beautifully on the paper.

Those beautiful eyes are full of anger at the moment!

From then on, all the way to the outside, I saw depression and even despair...

Wang Zhen stood outside the palace, looking at the crisp autumn air in the sky, and said blankly: "Why is this happening?"

"Is it just a false title..."

Grandma Zhou's voice sounded less confident and a little uneasy.

"Won't."

Wang Zhen crossed his arms, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said sarcastically: "That's Uncle Xinghe. Your Majesty can't give him such a false title, otherwise it would be renunciation!"

"It's over..."

The voice behind him suddenly became desperate, making Wang Zhen sneer secretly.

"Why panic! There will always be people who can't see it!"

"Wang Zhen is good!"

Later, Dechun came out to convey Sun's praise.

…

"My queen, I am so happy!"

Hu Shanxiang, who was playing with the corn with Duan Duan, frowned and said, "Go and have a look."

Someone went out, and Yi'an said disapprovingly: "Empress, you are still too kind. Those who do not behave should be dealt with severely, and they will naturally behave themselves."

Hu Shanxiang glanced at Duanduan, who had a face full of curiosity, and said: "They are still young. When they are at home, they are at the age where they are innocent and like to play. The palace is strict, so let's let them relax occasionally. Otherwise, they are not Are you guys watching..."

Yi'an glanced at Duanduan, who was pretending to understand, and whispered: "Empress, from now on, princess..."

Hu Shanxiang touched Duanduan's face and said with a smile: "Then His Majesty will make the decision for her!"

Yi'an shook her head. The daughter who was married and the water was thrown away. This is not the Tang Dynasty. If the princess is domineering, no one will care about you.

Hu Shanxiang patted the back of her hand gently and whispered: "I have an idea, don't worry."

Yi'an was startled and glanced at Hu Shanxiang.

Light, like an unknown little flower, seemingly fragile, but able to survive in any gap and bloom and bear fruit.

At this time, a little palace maid came in from outside. She trembled and said: "Mother, this slave is guilty."

Hu Shanxiang looked at the dazed corn in his arms and said, "Nothing, just tell me."

"Empress, I just heard someone say that Your Majesty has granted the title of Uncle Xinghe..."

Hu Shanxiang said in surprise: "What was sealed?"

The little palace maid looked at the corn and said happily: "Your Majesty, it's the prince's young master!"

The room fell silent, and just when Hu Shanxiang was feeling happy, Duanduan frowned and said, "Mother, Master, if you don't listen well, Wuyou will blame me."

Hu Shanxiang touched the top of her head and said, "Go and play with your royal grandmother."

"good!"

The palace is very large, but there are many restricted areas. Duanduan and Wuyou have gone on adventures, but they are not as good as the Queen Mother where they can do whatever they want.

After Duanduan left, Hu Shanxiang felt relieved and said happily: "Has your Majesty made a decision?"

Yi'an couldn't help but laugh, "Mother, of course! Why would Your Majesty use the false title of Prince and Young Master to deal with people like Xing Hebo?"

Hu Shanxiang clasped his hands together, slowly lowered his head, and buried his face in the swaddling clothes, silently.

"Empress?"

Hu Shanxiang's body was trembling slightly.

Yi'an slowly squatted down and said softly: "This is a good thing. It means that His Majesty has thought clearly. After all, Your Highness is the eldest son, and no one can get past him..."

Hu Shanxiang nodded, but refused to raise his head.

Yi'an sighed and said: "Bo Xinghe and His Majesty were talking in Nuange. Everyone except Yu Jia was kicked out, followed by the title of Prince's Young Master. Madam, please be stable and rest assured."

She stood up and looked at the woman holding the child, feeling a little sad in her heart.

To a certain extent, giving birth to Duanduan is equivalent to not giving birth at all.

Hu Shanxiang is under great pressure. She is afraid that as she is marginalized, Duanduan will become something like an orphan.

So she became depressed and gradually became more silent.

It wasn't until Zhang Shuhui hugged Duanduan and scolded the emperor that she felt that she was not qualified to be a mother.

So she gradually began to struggle.

It's just that the king's favor has never been with her.

But she never expected it!

She knew exactly what the birth of her son meant.

If nothing goes wrong, corn will dominate the Ming Dynasty in the future.

And this kind of position... is almost doomed!

Just like Zhu Yunwen!

She became more and more nervous.

She felt that there were malicious looks all around, and countless people were planning how to get rid of her and the child's place...

She felt like she would collapse tomorrow. She felt like this every day.

But she still made it through one day... and another.

"My dearest lady, don't cry, now the joys and sorrows have come to an end..."

"Wow!"

Corn suddenly started wailing, and Hu Shanxiang quickly raised his head, coaxing him with tears.

Yi'an watched from the side and felt that this scene was... full of life...

…

Du Qian was a little disappointed. There wasn't much going on in Dali Temple recently, so he called his friend, the Prime Minister of Guanglu Temple and Chen Xiang, to have a drink with him.

Chen Xiang didn't have his sorrow, he was just envious.

"Uncle Xinghe can now protect the third generation of the Fang family, which is enviable!"

The way he was drinking and shaking his head made Du Qian a little upset.

"Your Majesty!"

He shook his head and drank another drink. Chen Xiang teased: "Chengyan, do you want to be His Highness's teacher? Logically speaking, your reputation is enough, but you only know literature and not martial arts, so what can you do!"

Du Qian gradually calmed down, and he still had time to look at the people in the restaurant, and said slowly: "I'm not envious, why are you envious? His Highness's teacher must be either a great scholar or an important minister, so it's not my turn."

"Jealous?"

Chen Xiang pointed at him and teased.

Du Qian smiled and raised his glass: "It's not easy to wake up. His Highness has to start enlightenment after he is three years old. How to teach him? A group of people are watching him..."

…

In the bed of a private prostitute in Peiping, a young handsome man was socializing with his friends across the bed.

"...Brother Dingwu, that Fang Xing...oh! That Fang Xing is flying!"

"Sir, who flew away..."

The person in the bed next to me said, "What's that? He...the great scholars...stop! Stop! What's that? Those adults won't agree, right?"

"Your Majesty makes the decision, who can interrupt?"

"That's science! Will the adults watch?"

"Isn't there... another one?"

"Yes! There is one more, come on, come on..."

…

The title of "Three Masters and Three Masters" is often just a false title, but this false title hanging on Fang Xing's head makes people feel scary.

There was a lot of discussion in the capital, and what disgusted those people the most was this empty title.

If you compete with the emperor, you will have no position innately.

Can you still ask the emperor: Your Majesty, does Xing Hebo, the prince's young master, have a real job?

So entanglements were everywhere, and those people were secretly frightened by the emperor's tactics.