We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The next morning, Li Che and Li Lin went to the palace to pay their respects.

However, to the surprise of the two, there was no sign of Emperor Qing in the main hall, and Emperor Qing did not get up for the first time.

"The sun is rising from the west." Li Lin whispered to Li Che, "Father has never slept in for ten years. Why is it that he suddenly sleeps in when he comes to your place?"

Li Che said expressionlessly: "Don't make any noise, I drugged father's room!"

Li Lin's eyes widened in fear. "How dare you be so bold? Is this true?!"

"Nonsense!" Li Che glared at him. "Of course it's fake! How would I know why my father slept in?"

Li Che was not in a good mood.

He is not a workaholic like Emperor Qing. When there is no morning court, he sleeps until he wakes up naturally.

Now that Emperor Qing has arrived, he has to get up early to pay his respects, which means he will lose at least two hours of sleep.

Li Che is very concerned about his sleep time. After all, he died suddenly in his previous life due to staying up late...

Now he only hopes that his stepfather can leave for the capital as soon as possible, persuade Yelu Yuan to surrender, and return to the imperial capital as soon as possible.

Li Lin took a breath, having long been accustomed to Li Che's shocking remarks.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Emperor Qing with dark circles under his eyes walking out from the side, and his face immediately turned pale.

Li Che stood at the doorway, unaware of what was happening, and continued to speak resentfully, "Did you, in order to please the Emperor, send the Korean dancer into his room last night?"

"I'm not saying anything harsh about you, but Father is already so old. Those Korean dancers are all born with enchanting bodies, each one a fairy who can suck people's marrow. How can Father enjoy them?"

"Did I tell you? Father ate several oysters last night. I'm afraid he had it planned. Now, he's lying there right now..."

Li Lin looked at Emperor Qing who was looking at Li Che with a smile on his face, and felt like his head was about to explode.

It’s okay that Lao Liu is a guy who speaks without restraint on a daily basis.

After all, he was not a good person. Playing crickets with Lao Liu and his father and other princes was one of their many hobbies.

But what's going on now? Father is right next to me!

If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!

The situation was critical. Li Lin's small brain was working rapidly, trying to make excuses for Li Che: "Don't talk nonsense. Father is busy with all kinds of affairs. How could he be obsessed with beauty?!"

"Bullshit!" Li Che said disdainfully, "Let me tell you, when it comes to women, all men are the same. How could they not want to think about it? Father is not a monk! Only when a man turns into a small wooden sign hanging on the wall will he completely stop thinking about it!"

"Actually, I understand my father. He has been diligent for so many years. In the imperial capital, he is watched by ministers. It is not easy for him to go in and out of the harem, so he can only hold it in."

"Now that I've finally gotten out, it's only natural to vent. But it's a pity for my Korean dancers. I haven't touched any of them myself. I don't know how many of them will be left for me after my father leaves."

Li Che's words became more and more outrageous. Li Lin felt his vision go dark and he almost fainted.

At this time, Emperor Qing's face was almost as dark as the circles around his eyes.

thump--

Li Lin couldn't help it after all and knelt on the ground sweating profusely.

Li Che looked at him in confusion. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly felt a large, calloused hand fall on his shoulder.

He suddenly stiffened.

In Chaoyang City, besides Li Lin, who else would dare to put his arm around his shoulder?

As expected, a faint voice came from behind him: "In the eyes of your rebellious son, am I a tyrant who would compete with my son for a dancer?"

Li Che turned around mechanically like a zombie, with the same stiff smile on his face: "Father...Father."

Emperor Qing's face was as red as the bottom of a pot, but he smiled: "Che'er is truly filial, even caring so much about my health. Come, I haven't had breakfast yet, you two, come with me to the table and talk about the Korean dancer!"

After saying this, Emperor Qing flicked his sleeves and turned away.

Li Che took a breath and glared at Li Lin: "Why didn't you tell me that the emperor is here?"

Li Lin's face turned pale. "I told you, I've hinted to you several times, but you're so determined to die, your mouth is like a popping bean, what can I do?!"

"Now that's it, with the dancers, the oysters, and the hanging on the wall, you're going to get skinned alive today!"

Li Che sighed: "Forget it, it's not a big deal. There's a big scar on your head, why are you shaking? Look at your lack of ability!"

Seeing Li Che's calm expression, Li Lin couldn't help but admire him: "You are indeed worthy of being like this. You have caused such a big disaster without changing your expression. I am not as good as you."

"Take your time to learn." Li Che strode forward.

"Hey, you've taken the wrong road." Li Lin shouted hurriedly, "Didn't the emperor ask us to have dinner with him?"

"You go first." Li Che said calmly, "I'm going to change my pants first and will be there later."

Li Lin: ???

. . . . . .

Emperor Qing still maintained his frugal habits and specifically instructed that the breakfast did not need to be too high-quality, and should be similar to that of the people in Chaoyang City.

When he saw the chef bring in some delicate pickles, hot porridge and tofu pudding with broth, his face suddenly darkened.

"Didn't I say that I would eat whatever the people eat? Why do you have to make special arrangements?"

Li Che quickly explained, "Father, this is what the people of Chaoyang City usually eat. I only added a few fresh pickles for you."

Emperor Qing was slightly startled, and his anger immediately subsided a lot.

The breakfast was so rich, and the ordinary gentry could only have the same. The people in Chaoyang City lived better than he had imagined.

I talked with Huo Tao and Zhu Chun for a long time last night, but the reform was a matter of great importance and he still hadn't made up his mind.

And now, this breakfast made him feel a little more excited.

"Sit down and eat with me."

Li Che and Li Lin looked at each other and sat down at the table.

Emperor Qing picked up a pickle and chewed it with a crunching sound.

Perhaps it was not to his taste, so he frowned slightly, picked up the tofu pudding and took a big sip, and then his brows relaxed.

"Eat." Emperor Qing looked at the two of them and sneered, "Why, are you afraid that I will compete with you for the Korean dancer?"

Li Che smiled apologetically, "How could that be possible? Aren't you afraid it won't suit Father's taste?"

"That's already pretty good." Emperor Qing nodded slightly. "If everyone in the world could have a breakfast like this, I'd be perfectly content even if I never touched a Korean dancer again."

Li Che's heart, which had just been relieved, was suddenly lifted again.

Just eat, why are you raising the beautiful dancer?

"I just took a walk around the inner city and saw that the people in the city seemed to be not only Qing people, but also many Khitan and Mohe people?" Emperor Qing suddenly asked.

Li Che replied, "Indeed, more than 30% of the people in Chaoyang City are from other races."

"You treat them equally?" Emperor Qing frowned and looked at Li Che.