Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

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After succeeding to the throne for more than ten years, there is not even a surviving prince under his knees.

If he has no descendants, the power will not be left behind.

Liu Zhao thought deeply, has he been cursed for doing something outrageous?
Ask yourself, although he is busy with government affairs, he is also working in the harem.

Don't talk about other things, as for Deng Guiren, he has been favored by him for several years, but he has not seen her pregnant.

As for Queen Yin, few of them lived beyond the first year of life.

Most of the other concubines are like this.

The more he thought about it, the more worried Liu Zhao's face became.

Now he no longer expects to bloom everywhere, as long as two or three survive safely, he will thank his ancestors for their blessings.

Liu Zhao sighed, "Let her in."

Qiu Shuang walked in anxiously and hurriedly saluted.

Seeing Qiushuang's distraught appearance, Liu Zhao became more and more sure of his guess.

Sure enough, he was still dead.

But after living for four years, is the funeral mostly simple or simple?

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the eldest son..."

"The widow knows." Liu Zhao's voice was low and hoarse.

Qiushuang: !?(_;?
Know what?

There is a tacit understanding between father and son?

Why is she so unbelievable?

Qiu Shuang took courage and whispered, "The eldest son of the emperor misses you and says he wants to see you."

Liu Zhao blurted out, "You didn't die?"

Qiu Shuang's heart sank, is His Majesty looking forward to the death of His Royal Highness the eldest son?
They are all palace servants who serve the eldest son of the emperor. Once the eldest son of the emperor dies, they probably have no way out.

"No, the widow doesn't mean that."

Liu Zhao is not a brutal emperor, on the contrary he is known for his virtue.

"Get up and continue talking." Liu Zhao raised his arms and said in a warm voice, with a little joy that couldn't be concealed in his voice.

not dead!

Well, seeing the ancestors still bless him.

The only remaining fruits are too precious.

Liu Zhao began to reflect on whether he was too indifferent to Sheng'er in the past.

I thought before that I wouldn't live long anyway, so don't waste your thoughts in vain.

But he was sick, and he lived for four years, which was harder than most of the emperor's heirs.

It seems that he has to change his strategy.

Qiu Shuang took a deep breath, and continued, "His Royal Highness the eldest son woke up and clamored that he missed you and wanted to see you. The servants are useless and cannot persuade you."

"But outside today, the spring is cold and the wind is howling. The eldest son of the emperor is really weak, so the servants have no choice but to be bold and beg His Majesty."

"Your Majesty, the eldest son of the emperor misses you often."

Qiu Shuang lowered her head, closed her eyes, and said it in one breath.

Liu Zhao was deeply surprised, as the eldest son of the emperor, he was almost a transparent person in the palace. He lived in the palace for a long time and rarely saw anyone.

Now, she would even take the initiative to find him.

Then go see it.

Today, it wasn't the bad news of Sheng'er's death, it was a surprise for him.

At the very least, the group of old officials in the court will not drag him again to talk about unfilial piety.

Liu Zhao put on a big cloak and went with Qiushuang with his long attendant.

Outside the hall, the wind is cold and the trees are slanting, and the east wind breaks the clothes of the guests.

In the hall, the ground dragon is burning vigorously, and the floor is still covered with soft and thick blankets from the Western Regions, and there are soft cushions on the thick blankets.

At this time, Sun Ge was sitting on the cushion, playing boredly with the educational toys handed over by the palace man.

A four-year-old child is really boring.

At any rate, he was eight years old when he was dressed as Gao Wei, and Gao Zhan, who didn't follow common sense, was his father.

It may be certain that Liu Sheng will die young, whether it is Emperor Liu Zhao of the Han Dynasty or Queen Yin, they have forgotten the matter of the prince's enlightenment.

Therefore, it stands to reason that she is still illiterate and does not understand etiquette.

When you first come, you can't collapse your character.

As for the child prodigy who is wise and close to a demon, she can't even stand up, she is afraid that she will not even live to be 16 years old as the original owner.

Any successful politician is not a soft-hearted person.

Deng Sui is no exception.

Indistinctly, Sunge heard footsteps, and a bright smile filled his face.

Surrounded by the cold wind, Liu Zhao opened the heavy curtain, pushed the door open and entered.

Choked by the sudden wind, Sunge's throat itched, and he started coughing crazily again.

Embarrassed, Liu Zhao immediately slowed down and asked the attendant to close the door of the hall.

Liu Zhao looked at the little round ball sitting on the thick cushion, coughing and out of breath, and his heart tensed up again.

Can this, this really survive?

Liu Zhao began to doubt again.

It's not that he is cold-hearted and unwilling to get close to the prince.

In fact, since he took the throne, he has experienced too many farewells.

Those children were either stillborn, or they were born with bruises all over their bodies and their breathing was weak, and then died within three or two hours, or they would never live past their first year.

He also tossed the imperial physician hysterically, ordering the imperial physician to save the lives of the princes and daughters, the result?

Painful again, disappointed again and again.

In the end, he simply stood by and watched.

He really couldn't bear the paternal love he paid.

Liu Zhao stopped a few steps away from Sunge, as if he was closer to his hometown and more timid.

With the help of the palace servants, Sunge's cough eased.

Sun Ge: Coughing really kills me.

Sunge didn't care about the panic and entanglement in Liu Zhao's heart, raised his head, looked at Liu Zhao with bright eyes, and muttered to himself in disbelief, "Father?"

"Is it really the father?"

Because he had just finished coughing, Sunge's voice was no longer crisp, but slightly hoarse, as if he was choking.

Yes, that's how it feels.

When Sun Ge was looking at Liu Zhao, Liu Zhao was also carefully looking at the only son whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The face is very white!
Also very thin!
This is Liu Zhao's first sight.

On the thin face, those grape-like eyes were full of water vapor, bright and dazzling.

It is really too thin, too thin, and the lips are also showing an unhealthy blue color.

The only blood on the whole face may be the flushed face from coughing.

Liu Zhao saw admiration and longing in those eyes.

Immediately, Liu Zhao's heart softened.

Sheng'er has insisted on keeping his soup and medicine for four years, and he has also avoided it for four years, unwilling to show half of his fatherly heart to Sheng'er.

What's wrong with Sheng'er?

Feeling compassionate, Liu Zhao took off his cloak and handed it to the waiter, rubbed his hands, warmed his body before walking towards Sunge.

Sunge also grabbed Liu Zhao's robe with tears in his eyes, sobbing softly.

"Father doesn't like Sheng'er?"

Sunge raised his head and looked at Liu Zhao.

Well, she can't see anything.

Seeing this, Liu Zhao bent down and hugged Sunge in his arms, and Sunge lay on Liu Zhao's shoulder.

She's just a four-year-old boy now, no shame!
"Father, did Sheng'er annoy you?"

Sun Ge was still pretentious, and said pitifully and aggrieved.

Liu Zhao's body was stiff, and he patted Sun Ge's back lightly in an uncoordinated manner, trying to soften his voice, "I don't think Father doesn't like Sheng'er."

No dislikes, but no likes either.

In recent years, Liu Zhao has been extremely restrained about the relationship between father and son.

He will still be well-clothed and well-fed, taking whatever he wants, but that's all.