There were three in total, two died, and the last one was missing.

Song Yuanbao sounded a little desperate, "So is there or not?"

Song Wei said: "In fact, it is not appropriate to give the Imperial Concubine a liven up and let the illusionist enter the palace to perform."

Song Yuanbao thought about this very clearly. At the moment, the rear position was empty, and Concubine Qi was the most popular, but she was at the forefront. The illusion has been lost for so long. She found all the illusionists on her birthday, which seemed a bit fantastic. The emperor was suspicious and it was hard to guarantee that there would be no bad guesses at that time.

But Song Yuanbao just simply didn't want to disappoint Zhao Xi.

Before he came, he promised that Zhao Xi would try his best to find the illusionist.

The omnipotent prince in his eyes was actually quite pitiful to him and could not do whatever he wanted. At the age of fifteen, when he was in a bright clothes and angry horse, he became a rule and rules when he got there.

He pushed himself to the limit, and it is hard to say whether he could win the favor of the emperor in the future, but Song Yuanbao knew that once Zhao Xi relaxed himself, he would soon lose the only trust that the emperor had in him.

Spotless people make the same mistake as infamous people, and the effect is completely different.

Zhao Xi belongs to the former, his starting point is too high, and he has appeared in everyone's sight as a clean and flawless white paper since he was a child.

When Zhao Xi's excellence became the habit of most people, the attention of the outside world to him was destined to not make mistakes or slacken. Otherwise, just a little bit would make his reputation accumulated for many years ruined.

Song Yuanbao suddenly felt a little annoyed, annoying why Zhao Xi was not an ignorant playboy in the past. In that case, he would stop and rest when he was tired. No one would care about how long he relaxed. Once he worked hard, it would be like white paint dripping into black ink, which was so conspicuous that everyone could see.

While annoyed, Song Yuanbao felt a little sorry for him, just like an old father felt sorry for his son.

"Please invite a opera troupe." Song Wei's voice pulled back his son's thoughts: "The opera troupe seems to be in a proper manner and is unlikely to have an accident."

Song Yuanbao lowered his eyes and nodded absent-mindedly.

There are many banana trees planted in the back garden of Shenbingsi, and the wide green leaves cover this place tightly.

While there was no one, Song Yuanbao asked Song Wei, "Dad, can you tell me why the emperor didn't make him the crown prince?"

This is not the first time Song Yuanbao spoke about this question, but he was curious before, but today he has some personal emotions, which is an extremely strong feeling of dissatisfaction. He wants to find a place to vent his feelings of dissatisfaction.

Zhao Xi once told him that the prince had to leave the palace and open the palace when he was sixteen years old.

At that time, Song Yuanbao was still holding a glimmer of hope, thinking that if the emperor let him take office in the East Palace within one year, he would not have to come out and build another palace.

But now, Zhao Xi's mansion has started construction, and the emperor is still so indifferent. Faced with the advice of the court officials, he can always easily expose it with a tremendous amount of effort.

Song Yuanbao's heart was filled with anger.

He couldn't understand why? Why? Why?

Even if Emperor Guangxi favored Duanpin, the second prince Zhao Nuo had just learned to walk. He was neither the legitimate son nor the eldest son, and had no strengths. What qualifications did he have to compete with Zhao Xi?

Why did the emperor hesitate to compare Zhao Nuo and Zhao Xi on the same level?

The more he thought about it, the less he could not hold back the fire, as if he was about to break through his forehead. The veins on his forehead were bulging violently, and his temples jumped again and again.

The whole person is very similar to a fireball on the edge of the explosion.

Song Wei poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Actually, you don't have to be so limited when looking at the problem. The eldest prince is only fifteen years old this year. Even if he is really in the Eastern Palace, except for the titles of several princes, what do you think he is different from now? The teacher who taught him was the Grand Tutor, the emperor's teacher. The one who taught him riding and shooting was once the top martial arts scholar, and he gave him the most secret Divine Soldiers to control. What the emperor gave him was the best."

"Then what?" Song Yuanbao growled, "He forced himself into this way. Everyone said he could say he was perfect, but what did he get? It was the distrust of his biological father and the hesitation of the emperor in the establishment of the crown prince! What was Zhao Xi not good at all? If you have the ability to say something, I will let him change it when I go back!"

The boy's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and burst into anger, as if he was the victim.

Song Wei felt that Song Yuanbao was a little extreme today and sighed, "When you are angry, it is not suitable to talk about things. You can calm down for a while."

Song Yuanbao clenched his fist and punched him on the stone table, "I can't calm down! The emperor will not establish a crown prince for a day, so I will wait for a day. If in the end, it is not him who will become the crown prince, then I..."

"How are you?"

"I won't serve you anymore!"

Song Yuanbao knew that he would assist Zhao Xi in the future, but he just wanted to assist the emperor. If Zhao Xi was not the emperor, then he would also assist him!

Song Wei laughed in a low voice and asked him, "Do you want to go home and find another way out, or do you want to completely leave your eyes and not see them?"

Looking for another way out? The entire country belongs to the Zhao family. Even if he doesn't stay by Zhao Xi's side and goes to another yamen to do a job, he will still do things for the emperor he doesn't like. If he really doesn't serve, he can only run to the deep mountains and forests to hide.

But Song Yuanbao has never been a person who likes to escape.

He said angrily: "I don't care, I just want him to be the emperor."

The willful child's tone made Song Wei unable to help but shake his head.

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Song Yuanbao came in a hurry and returned to Yutang Palace with a drooping head.

Zhao Xi was practicing sword in the yard. Seeing that he was listless, he asked, "Didn't you go to the Divine Soldiers to find Song Sicheng? Didn't you ask about the whereabouts of the illusionist?"

Song Yuanbao lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Zhao Xi put away his sword, took out a scarf and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked to the ginkgo tree beside him and sat down.

The father-in-law of Sanbao came to serve tea.

Zhao Xi turned his head, and Song Yuanbao was still standing there, not wanting to come or say something to him.

Zhao Xi drank a sip of tea, "Are you angry with me?"

He thought about it carefully. Before Song Yuanbao left the palace, the point where the two argued was the birthday gift.

Song Yuanbao insisted that the illusionist enter the palace to perform illusions to please the emperor, but he refused to use such fancy tricks.

The one who wants to celebrate the birthday of Wanbao is Emperor Guangxi, his biological father.

Zhao Xi didn't think that Song Yuanbao was so angry about this matter.

The other party didn't come, so he didn't say anything anymore. He finished a cup of tea and got up and prepared to leave.

"Your Highness!" Song Yuanbao suddenly called him, his voice low, as if he was suppressing something, "I'm sorry, I can't find the illusionist."

"You have nothing to do with sorry for me." Zhao Xi didn't reply, "It was you who proposed to look for the illusionist, and it was you who can't find it now. The illusionist was not in my plan, so I didn't feel very disappointed."

Song Yuanbao sighed, and a feeling of powerlessness came to his heart.

He suddenly felt like an outsider and could not help with anything.

"Is there anything else?"

Zhao Xi turned around slowly, his eyes falling on him.

"No..." Just as the word "Song Yuanbao thought of something again, "Your Highness asked me for the design drawing of the mechanism beast, I'll get it for you now."

Zhao Xi stood there and looked at him.

The boy's always straight back was a little collapsed, as if he had just experienced a catastrophe that he could not bear, which defeated his long-standing fighting spirit.

Sanbao's father-in-law said: "Young Master Song is very strange today. It seems like he has changed his own person. Could it be that he met Miss Ye on the way out of the palace and the two of them quarreled?"

Zhao Xi pursed her lips and said nothing.

He didn't know who Song Yuanbao met and what happened when he went to the Divine Soldiers Office.

But intuitively, it won’t be related to Ye Ling.

Song Yuanbao was very fast and took back the design drawings of the mechanism within a short while.

Zhao Xi took it, but did not turn on the inspection, and looked at Song Yuanbao, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yuanbao lowered his eyelashes, "It's nothing, I'm depressed after the exam."

"You don't want to say it, I won't force it."

Zhao Xi said a word and returned to the main hall.

Song Yuanbao stood upright in place. After a while, he looked up at the sky. The sun was hot and the light was dazzling. He was a little uncomfortable and narrowed his eyes.

He is very irritable now, especially when he came in and saw Zhao Xi practicing swords, he suddenly wanted to rush to him and shouted loudly: I haven’t been taken seriously for so many years, and I’m not practicing seriously!

But he couldn't do this, because Zhao Xi would definitely say: No matter what I do, it's just for myself, not to please others.

Although he was ambitious and ambitious, he lived like this, and Song Yuanbao didn't know what to say about him.

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