After rebirth, the princess is both pretentious and arrogant

Chapter 383
Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Qinghe half-closed his eyes, lying on the soft bed a little casually, looking very relaxed.

Relatively speaking, as the person in control, Qin Song's whole state is very wrong.

He was walking up and down the room, clattering on the floor tiles with a knife in his hand, making a very harsh sound.

After walking for a while, he stopped suddenly, then rushed to the door and opened it.

"It's been so long, why haven't you found the Twelfth Prince?" He said angrily, his eyes were filled with blood, and he looked very scary.

The person guarding the door fell to his knees with a plop: "My lord, we have already sent people to Chaoyang Palace. But there is no one in Chaoyang Palace, and the Twelve Princes are nowhere to be found."

"Trash." Qin Song kicked out when he heard this.

His kick was not polite, and he kicked the person two meters away.

"My lord, forgive me, my lord, forgive me.

Shi Bin didn't dare to struggle at all and just knelt on the ground.

Qin Song's expression was indifferent, and there was no warmth in his eyes: "Hurry up and find someone, if you can't find someone today, this king will kill you."

"Yes." The soldier replied tremblingly, and hurried away.

After scolding the person away, Qin Song turned around and walked into the house with a gloomy expression on his face, as if he was going to violently kill someone anytime and anywhere.

"My dear father, do you think you can keep him safe and sound by hiding Twelve?" Qin Song said softly, "I'll catch him later and let him die in front of you."

Emperor Qinghe's expression didn't change, his expression was flat, as if he didn't hear it.

The other party's expression directly angered Qin Song.

The other party has already been arrested by him, why is he still so calm.

He stretched out his hand and swung the knife suddenly.

There was only a bang, and the table in front of Emperor Qinghe was smashed into pieces.

This time, Emperor Qinghe finally opened his eyes.

"Lao Liu, why did you become like this?" Emperor Qinghe said in a deep voice.

Qin Song couldn't help laughing: "How did I become like this? I've always been like this! Twelve and Lao Jiu will be brought over by me soon. By then, you will only have my son left. What are you still insisting on?" ? Write down the imperial edict earlier, hello and me, isn’t it?”

Emperor Qinghe said calmly, "Even if my son dies, I will not give you this position."

"You!" Qin Song's eyes widened in disbelief.

He blinked, and suddenly understood something: "Father, do you think that I dare not kill you?"

Emperor Qinghe's lips were stained with sarcasm: "How come, you have killed so many concubines and princesses, what else do you dare not do."

"Then aren't you afraid of death?" Qin Song wondered.

Emperor Qinghe looked indifferent and did not answer this question.

However, Emperor Qinghe's non-answer made Qin Song misunderstand, and he suddenly said: "I see, do you think that you still have a chance to turn defeat into victory! Haha, Father, stop wishful thinking. The people in my hands have already With the entire capital under control, even if other people hear about the situation in the capital and come to rescue him, it is enough for me to ascend the throne."

Qin Song stared at Emperor Qinghe, implying that no matter how much he procrastinated, it was useless.

Emperor Qinghe suddenly sighed: "Lao Liu, do you know how I became emperor in the first place?"

Qin Song frowned; "Father, Rong Erchen reminds you. You have time to procrastinate, so you might as well write down the imperial edict early. As long as you write the imperial edict, you will be the Supreme Emperor, and you can enjoy your old age in peace."

Emperor Qinghe didn't care about Qin Song's words, and his voice was full of reminiscence: "In the late period of worshiping the moon, natural disasters continued, and people's lives in the whole world were very hard. Because at that time, % of the people who worshiped the moon were slaves."

"Do you know what a slave is?" Emperor Qinghe asked again.

Qin Song frowned, looking displeased.

"You don't know." Emperor Qinghe said with certainty, "You were born after the founding of Dazhao. The Dazhao system had already been restructured at that time, and you had no chance to come into contact with that cruel world."

"The slaves at that time were like those who signed a death contract. But those people were worse than the slaves, because Dazhao forbids killing servants. But the slaves at that time were the property of the master. Those who the master wanted to kill Something to kill."

"They cannot own private property, everything belongs to the master."

"You can't even have preferences."

"Your father and I used to be slaves too!"

Qin Song's eyes widened: "This is impossible."

How could his father be a slave?

A slave is a servant.

It is an existence that people like him can dispose of at will.

Emperor Qinghe ignored Qin Song's expression and continued: "Natural disasters, those landlords' harvests have been greatly reduced. In order to make more money, they withheld food for slaves. Many people are so hungry that they can only eat dirt!"

"Some people's thin cheeks are sunken, but their stomachs are very big, and the whole person looks deformed and ugly."

"But they still died. Because after eating the soil, they were no longer hungry, but they couldn't excrete, so people were suffocated to death like this."

"In order to survive, we ran away. Later, we met many people, and the team grew stronger."

"The original commander of that team was Hamuda! It was because of some incidents that some of us rebelled, and then I became emperor in Dazhao."

Qin Song blinked, and subconsciously felt that the name Hamuda was very familiar.

(End of this chapter)