Chapter 3663 A Little Sweetheart 20

Emperor Sheng Yuan glared at his back angrily and gritted his teeth, "If you could be less angry with me and join the court earlier to help me share government affairs, I would have been fine a long time ago!"

In the final analysis, it is all the fault of this unfilial son!

He leaned on the dragon chair and panted, and the chief steward quickly handed him tea to help him breathe.

Emperor Shengyuan took a sip of tea and sighed, "Fushun, what do you think he really thinks? What's wrong with this position? Among my sons, his ability is obvious to all, but..." The more he thought about it, the more he thought. He was angry, "But he refuses to join the imperial court! Do you think I will pass this position to someone else after a hundred years?"

Fushun's mouth twitched slightly, and he wanted to say to Emperor Shengyuan: That's not someone else, that's your son too!

But in the end, he was just respectfully accommodating Emperor Sheng Yuan, while advising him: "Maybe the third prince is still young, and maybe his mind will change in the future? Do you think so?"

"I hope so," Emperor Sheng Yuan waved his hands and said angrily.

Fushun looked at these two people and saw that they were the most bizarre father and son pair in history.

As an emperor, isn't he always worried that his son will still covet the throne before he is dead? Why is it that when I get to Emperor Sheng Yuan, I feel like a hot potato and I want to throw him out.

And Huo Yanzhi, if other princes had even half of his favor, they would probably be happy and frustrated.

But he was good, every time the saint got angry and flew into a rage, he just acted like a normal person.

Fiddle with your own business and get better and better.

Fushun knew that although Emperor Shengyuan was full of disdain for his business, he had watched him step by step over the years. Starting from scratch, we have now expanded our business to all over the country and even to other countries. To say that I am not happy would be a lie.

But the more outstanding he was, the more Emperor Sheng Yuan wanted to pass the throne to him.

These two people are really——

Fushun shook his head, feeling at ease.

This is an endless cycle with no solution at all. I just hope that the Holy One can figure it out himself.

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Huo Yanzhi strode out of the Yangxin Palace. The magnificent palace was covered with a layer of white snow. On the contrary, it gives this luxurious palace a sense of elegance.

Exhaling a breath of white air, Huo Yanzhi's servant Xiao Mo immediately shook the navy blue cloak in his arms and put it on Huo Yanzhi firmly.

The collar of the cloak is wrapped in a circle of black fox fur. When the wind blows, the cloak rolls up slightly, revealing the red lining inside.

Huo Yanzhi is tall and tall, with a cold and elegant temperament. He does not look like a businessman, but more like an elegant person who usually reads and paints.

But in fact, he looks thin, but when he rubs his fingers, there are slightly raised veins on his hand, which silently shows that this person is not a person who can only do business or hold a pen. There is also an unknown terrifying power in his body.

Xiao Mo looked at him with admiration and stood quietly behind him.

Seeing that he had enjoyed the scenery in front of him, he said lightly, "Go back," Xiao Mo immediately nodded and called the carriage over.

Huo Yanzhi is the first person to have this honor of being able to travel on horseback or in a carriage in the palace.

Others are envious and jealous, but no one dares to show their jealousy openly.

Not to mention that Mr. Huo Wu was not a person who would let others bully him. Even the one standing behind him would never tolerate his most beloved son being missed!

The carriage reached halfway and met a sedan chair on the narrow road of the palace.