18.The Emperor

  During this time, rebellions broke out in several states. The emperor was always busy with political affairs, rarely going to the harem, and rarely caring about his sons. Since I encountered it today, let me take care of it by the way.

  The emperor took his sons to the imperial garden. Starting from the third prince, I started to care. It is said to be concerned, but in fact it is to examine the homework.

  Zhao Yao, who was sitting at the end, lowered his head, his face full of despair. He knew it would be like this. He regretted watching the show. He shouldn't have watched the seventh brother and ninth brother fight. Really, couldn't Seventh Brother and Ninth Brother choose a place where only the two of them were to fight, causing them to be implicated.

  The eighth prince noticed that Zhao Yaoyan was chirping, raised his hand and touched his arm gently, and asked in a low voice: "Tenth brother, are you okay?"

  Zhao Yao raised his head and looked at the eighth prince with a sad face. Said: "No, I'm very bad."

  The eighth prince knew what Zhao Yao was afraid of, so he smiled at him reassuringly: "It'll be okay."

  Zhao Yao could only respond by giving the eighth prince a fuck. Baba's smile.

  The third prince's homework was pretty good and he passed the emperor's assessment. Not to mention the fourth prince. The fifth prince's homework was pretty good, and the sixth prince's was a little worse, but he still passed the test.

  When it was the eighth prince's turn, the emperor's attitude immediately changed, and his face became colder than before. The emperor was not happy with the eighth prince's son. Back then, the emperor was drunk, and the eighth prince's mother-in-law took the opportunity to climb onto the dragon's bed. The eighth prince's mother-concubine originally thought that if she was pregnant with a dragon seed, she would be able to fly on a branch and become a phoenix. Unfortunately, the emperor hated people like her the most.

  Even if the eighth prince's mother concubine gave birth to the eighth prince, the emperor did not promote her as a concubine. It is said that one loves Wujiwu but also hates Wujiwu. Because the emperor disliked the eighth prince's biological mother, he also disliked the eighth prince's son.

  The eighth prince had long been accustomed to the emperor's cold attitude. He pretended to be frightened and stumbled through the answer to the emperor's question.

  Seeing that the Eighth Prince was so timid, the Emperor disliked him even more. After asking a few questions, he waved the Eighth Prince away.

  When the eighth prince returned to his seat, his face was a little pale, and Zhao Yao smiled slightly at him. The Eighth Prince responded with a weak smile.

  "Xiao Shi, come here."

  Zhao Yao's heart skipped a beat, then he stood up and walked to the emperor with heavy steps.

  Seeing the tragic look of his youngest son about to go to the battlefield, the emperor couldn't help but smile: "Why, are you so afraid of seeing me?"

  "No, no..." At this time, he really didn't want to see his father.

  "Come here." The emperor waved to Zhao Yao, gesturing for him to come closer.

  Zhao Yao walked up to the emperor bravely. As he expected, his face was pinched.

  As if he had found some fun toy, the emperor kneaded and rubbed his little son's chubby face in various ways.

  Zhao Yao's pink and jade face was rubbed out of shape by the emperor.

  The emperor pinched his youngest son's chin and ordered informally: "Give me a smile."

  Zhao Yao: "..."

  "Xiao Shi, give me a smile."

  Zhao Yao was speechless for a while, then asked: " Do you want to give me money?" To make him laugh, at least give him money.

  The emperor did not expect that Zhao Yao would say such words, and was stunned in shock. After a while, he came back to his senses and asked with a smile: "How much do you want?"

  Zhao Yao raised a finger.

  "A penny?"

  "A penny." As a prince, his smile must be worth a penny, otherwise it would be too disrespectful to his status as a prince.

  "If you have a nice smile, I will give you ten coins." The emperor poked the corner of Zhao Yao's mouth, "Come on, give me a smile."

  When he heard that he was really given ten coins, Zhao Yao immediately laughed. A cute dimple is exposed at the left corner of the mouth.

  Seeing the dimple on the left corner of his youngest son's mouth, the emperor was stunned for a moment, then poked his dimple with his hand.

  "Father, please stop poking." Zhao Yao was very dissatisfied with the emperor who kept poking his dimples. "If you poke again, the dimples will get bigger."

  Zhao Yao's words made the emperor stunned. There was a look of nostalgia on his face. When he was a child, he liked to poke the dimple on the left corner of his elder brother's mouth, and his elder brother once said that his dimple would get bigger when poked.

  "If you want to poke, just poke on the right side, maybe you can make a dimple." Zhao Yao has always been dissatisfied with the fact that he has a dimple. For him, two dimples are the way to go. There is only one dimple and it is asymmetrical. When he is fine, he likes to poke the right corner of his mouth, hoping to make a dimple.

  The emperor poked the right corner of Zhao Yao's mouth: "Xiao Shi, I heard from my husband that I can't study well."

  Uh...

  Zhao Yao's heart tightened and he said bravely: "My son is stupid."   

  The emperor's hand kept poking the right corner of Zhao Yao's mouth, and he said with disgust: "How could I have a son as stupid as you?"

  "My son is stupid."

  "I am extremely smart, and all the sons I gave birth to are smart, except You are not smart." The emperor said helplessly, "You are really not like me at all."

  Zhao Yao complained in his heart, I am really sorry for you.

  "Father, why don't you put me back and let my mother-in-law give birth to me again, maybe I will become smarter."

  Zhao Yao's words were unexpected by the emperor, and he laughed: "Hahahahaha ..." He reached out and poked his younger son's forehead and said funnyly, "You're so stupid, you won't become smarter if you put it back and regenerate it."

  "My son also wants to be smart, but he wants to sleep when he studies." Zhao Yao said that he was extremely wronged.

  "You are still wronged." The emperor pinched his youngest son's face, then let him go and let him stand still, "If you don't answer well, I will punish you."

  "Father, you don't need to take the test . It's my fault, just punish me." Zhao Yao said with great self-knowledge.

  "I'll test you first."

  "Then you take the test."

  Next, the emperor asked and Zhao Yao answered. Zhao Yao could only answer half of the questions.

  The emperor flicked Zhao Yao's forehead with his finger and said, "You are really stupid."

  Zhao Yao pursed his lips and said, "I told you to punish me directly, but you insist on testing me... it hurts..." He Before he finished speaking, his face was pinched by the emperor again.

  "You are still reasonable."

  "My son dare not."

  "The Analects of Confucius is so simple, but you can't recite it." The emperor stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Yao's chubby little face, and said with a smile, "Let's do this, You copied "The Analects" a hundred times.

  "What!" Zhao Yao screamed.

  "Copy it a hundred times and you should be able to memorize it." The emperor patted his youngest son's face gently, but what he said next was extremely cruel, "If you can't remember it after copying it a hundred times, then copy it. Two hundred times."

  "Father, just kill me." Are you kidding me? Copying "The Analects" a hundred times will cost him his life. "Ouch..." His forehead was hit hard again.

  "Copy it for me a hundred times honestly, and I will check it."

  "Father, I have just started reading, and I still can't write many words. If you ask me to copy it a hundred times, I will copy it until the year of the monkey."

  " Not bad, you can also use the Year of the Monkey, the Horse and the Moon." The emperor said, "I will give you one month. If you find someone to copy it for you, I will let you copy it five hundred times."

  Zhao just wanted the Eighth Prince to copy it for him. Yao froze, and he said helplessly: "It's too cruel. Father, you treat me like this, won't your conscience hurt?"

  "No." The emperor patted his youngest son's head, "Get out of here. "Father, can we have a discussion? "

  Zhao Yao smiled flatteringly at the emperor, "I don't want the money just now, so you can punish me less and copy it fifty times, okay?" "I didn't say I would give you a lot of money. "

  The emperor said disgustedly, "You were so ugly when you laughed just now. I am not satisfied with it."

  Zhao Yao was shocked by the emperor's shamelessness: "Father, how can you keep your words? " "

  If you keep arguing, copy it two hundred times."

  When Zhao Yao heard this, he shut his mouth tightly in fear, but his face was full of anger.

  "Go away."

  Zhao Yao returned to his seat bitterly. He cursed in his heart. He knew that his father, a shameless bastard, would not let him go. He copied "The Analects" a hundred times. Did he have to cut off his hand? It was really too much.

  The emperor has been out for a while, and it's time to go back and review the memorial. That's all he cared about his sons, after all, he had a lot on his plate.

  　Zhao Yao: It's really uncomfortable to have only one dimple. I really want to poke another dimple out so that it's symmetrical.

  (End of chapter)