Chapter 540： Errand

The ceremony for the restoration of the crown prince was much simpler because of the disaster in Qianhe County.

The prince didn't mind it, and when he moved back to the coveted East Palace, he was so happy that he almost sang loudly.

The princess did not see much joy on her face, but there was more sorrow in the depths of her eyes.

The prince was unhappy when he saw it, and opened his mouth to curse, thinking about the difficulty of becoming a prince again, so let's bear it.

Donggong looked at it for a while and it was still peaceful.

The disaster situation in Qianhe County has become more serious. Some victims have gathered together and started making trouble due to the restricted movement of the epidemic.

The officials who went to the disaster relief reported an urgent report asking for help, and Emperor Jing Ming stared at the bookcase and pondered the candidate for disaster relief.

In the riots of the victims, if there are royal children on behalf of the emperor, it will undoubtedly play a very good role in comforting people.

Emperor Jingming thought about it and decided to hand over this errand to the prince.

Although so many ministers supported the restoration of the prince, it was because they worried that the vacant position of the prince would cause instability, not that they recognized the prince himself.

Emperor Jingming understood that the prince was not a good talent and beauty, and he had never done anything praised by his courtiers, let alone the stigma of instigating the killing of King An.

This stigma is to cover up a bigger stigma, but even such a stigma may one day cause the prince to be suppressed by heavy officials.

Emperor Jingming hoped that the prince would have more political achievements, so that he could sit firmly in the future.

"Pan Hai, call the prince over."

The prince only made fun of the court lady in the familiar little garden and was called to the Imperial Study Room.

Before the prince was abolished, in order to stand up and listen to Yang's father's idea, he tried his best to please Emperor Jingming, and now he became the prince again, his mentality changed, and the natural fear of the emperor Laozi returned.

"Father, do you tell your son something?" the prince asked cautiously.

Emperor Jingming glanced at the prince, frowning: "What are you doing?"

The prince became nervous immediately.

He touched the hand of the little palace lady in the garden. Could it be that his father discovered this too?

The prince said with a dry smile: "My son is walking in the garden..."

Emperor Jingming didn't care whether the prince was walking in the garden or touching the hand of the little palace lady, and asked, "Is it still used to returning to the East Palace?"

The prince hurriedly said: "Too used to it!"

Emperor Jingming twitched his mouth and said, "You must keep your duty in mind in the future and don't act rashly."

"Son knows." The prince lowered his head and answered honestly.

He now fully understands that no matter how beautiful a beautiful woman is, the father's woman can't be touched.

Emperor Jingming felt his brain hurt when he looked at the crown prince. The only consolation is that Taisun is a good one. If he lives long enough, he can wait until Brother Chun grows up, so he can pass the throne directly to Brother Chun. Up.

Thinking about it this way, Emperor Jingming was not so picky about the prince, and he said with a light cough, "I have an errand for you."

The prince was stunned.

Errand?

When he grows up this way, it seems that the emperor father has not given him any errands...Hey, the emperor father is going to give him a heavy responsibility?

The prince lifted his spirits and stared at Emperor Jing Ming.

Emperor Jingming touched his chin and asked slowly, "Do you know about Qianhe County?"

"Qianhe County? Is the father asking about the earth movement in Qianhe County? Of course the son knows." The prince said busy.

If it weren't for the movement of Qianhe County and then the movement of the capital, he might still be in the quiet garden.

Emperor Jingming solemnly said: "It's not just ground movement, now there is an epidemic in Qianhe County, and there are riots among the victims..."

The prince couldn't figure out what Emperor Jingming meant, and then said: "The people in Qianhe County are really miserable. My son feels so heartbroken and can't sleep at night."

Emperor Jingming showed a smile of relief: "It's good for you to have this heart. I asked you to come, because I want you to travel to Qianhe County on my behalf, so as to comfort the people..."

The prince was stunned.

Did he get it wrong? The father even let him go to Qianhe County!

Qianhe County where the epidemic and mob have occurred!

The prince stared straight at Emperor Jingming, with only one thought in his mind: the father must still be grudges about Concubine Yang, otherwise, how could he let his own son die?

"Why, unwilling?" Seeing the prince's stupid appearance, Emperor Jingming became angry again.

This **** who only knows how to eat, drink, and touch the little palace lady, will be scared whenever there is a serious errand!

Reaching Emperor Jingming’s deep gaze, the prince slapped a spirit to recover, and the stiff cheeks grinned and said, "Of course my son would..."

Emperor Jingming nodded: "If you are willing, then you go back and talk to the princess, make a little preparation, and leave tomorrow."

The prince almost fell down when he saw that Emperor Jingming's face was serious and did not seem to be joking. He finally couldn't beat his swollen face to fill the fat man. He said with tears: "Father, although the son is willing, he is a little scared... I don't know the epidemic situation in Qianhe County. How on earth..."

Emperor Jingming glanced at his hopeless son.

No matter how terrible the epidemic is, someone will be under control. When Qianhe County enters the city or not, he will be able to respond flexibly. His son really has nothing to do, and he frightened himself before he went.

"How is the epidemic situation? You have to go and see it." Emperor Jing Ming said lightly, carefully watching the prince's reaction.

The prince paled by three points.

Emperor Jingming lowered his face, "If you don't want to go--"

"Son wants to go!" The prince interrupted Emperor Jingming busy.

He became the prince again, and his **** was not hot yet, but he couldn't disappoint his father.

Emperor Jingming looked at the prince quietly.

The prince bit his scalp and said: "Father, my son has never left the capital when he grows up, and he feels a little uneasy to receive such a heavy errand for the first time. I wonder if he can..."

"Say if you have anything." Emperor Jing Ming eased his tone.

Although the prince was a little weaker, it was not bad to be able to recognize how many catties he was.

"Can you find a company to go with..." The prince made this request boldly, staring at Emperor Jingming's response.

How could Emperor Jingming make the prince look happy and angry, thought for a while, and asked: "Who do you want to accompany you?"

The prince quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The emperor's father thinks whoever is right is whoever is right, and the son won't choose.

He still understands the principle of accepting as soon as he sees it. Anyway, someone will accompany him with it.

"This way--" Emperor Jingming groaned slightly and told Pan Hai, "Call all the princes."

Before long, the Imperial Study Room was full of princes, except for the King Jin who had gone to guard the tomb.

Emperor Jingming silently counted his sons and saw that the number of people was right, and he said in a deep voice: "I called you to come, because I want to pick one of you to accompany the prince to Qianhe County to sympathize with the victims. I wonder who of you wants to go?"

When the princes heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Accompany the prince to Qianhe County?

The first thought that everyone came up with was: This is a real study with the prince!

The second thought followed: Qianhe County, where the epidemic is severe and the victims are rioting? This is a chore.