Spirit of the Phoenix: 10. Strategies

Tai'an turned around lightly, his body as thin as a cicada's wings was colorful in the sun, and it became more and more coquettish and weird.

The little prince frowned, stared at her closely with two scrutinizing eyes, shook his head and said: "No."

In the past, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty missed Mrs. Li and became ill. The young man of Qi used ghosts and gods to show Mrs. Li's appearance at night, and Emperor Wu sent him across the curtain.

But the young man who was able to attract the soul of his beloved concubine for Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was beheaded and killed by the awakened emperor the next year.

The story of summoning souls has become a good story because the emperor is passionate.

But if you exaggerate it a little, it will be very easy to get involved with the witchcraft disaster!

Now he has lost the complete trust of his father. If something happens again and he is labeled as a witch, he will really be doomed.

The little prince flatly refused, but Taian persevered.

"Of course summoning souls won't work. What's more, after such a long time, your aunt might have been reincarnated a long time ago. How can I summon your aunt's soul?" Her head shook like a rattle .

"If there was ever true love between your father and mother, and she suffered innocently, even if your father is cowardly and incompetent and cannot personally avenge his wife, he will feel guilty for his dead wife."

But guilt and regret are sometimes much stronger than the power of missing and loving.

"We don't need to make it so realistic or mysterious, we just need to find traces of your mother's past existence and keep showing up in front of your father to remind him." Tai'an said softly.

Her method can indeed be tried.

The little prince pondered for a moment, and secretly thought about it. Now that he is imprisoned and unable to break the situation, although Taian's move does not know how effective it is, at least it sounds like the risk is controllable.

His father is cowardly and has no opinion, greedy for life and afraid of death, and as timid as a mouse. But when he was with his mother, he really loved and pampered them both.

Actually, Tai'an is right. You don't need too many objects, and you don't need too many plots. He only needs to occasionally let the traces of his aunt's past existence appear in front of the emperor, and try to arouse the emperor's guilt towards his dead wife, and he...maybe have a chance!

But who will do it? Who can help him and leave clues beside his father?

The little prince's hesitant expression fell into Tai'an's eyes. With a wave of her little hand, she was full of the chivalrous spirit from which book she read: "Brother is in trouble, you should support yourself. Your foundation is not deep, and your father didn't have a trustworthy eyeliner in the early days, but... you have me." Ah! Of course I will help you!"

Tai'an smiled slyly: "I still expect you to ascend the throne as soon as possible to rewrite history for me, and wash away my stigma of bullying the world and destroying the country?"

The matter has come to this, what else can he lose?

It's better to give it a go, maybe there will be a result, it's unknown!

The little prince's mood was agitated, and the young man's spirit rose, so he couldn't help but clenched his fists: "Tai'an, if there is a day, I will definitely erect a monument and carve seal seals for you, find your bones and bury them again, and enjoy the incense forever."

He corrected his expression and solemnly promised: "You are not allowed to enter the imperial tomb, it doesn't matter. I will put your bones next to my coffin in the future."

These words are quite a bit like "if I eat a bite, I will give you half a bowl". The little prince is young, but he is very measured in doing things. Even if Tai'an is a piece of paper ghost, he never forgets to promise benefits to win people's hearts.

Tai'an knew that he was restrained, and being able to make this promise was a rare expression of his true feelings. But she was a little bit dissatisfied with her approval, and she slandered: "The merits of other people's support are all crowned kings and princes. How come I become living in the same tomb with you? It's a big loss..."

The little prince: "Then do you want it?"

Tai'an: "...Yes!"

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, the doors and windows in Linhua Palace were closed, and the little prince was sleeping soundly on the bed, everything seemed quiet and normal.

In the quiet center of the hall, there was a very slight creaking sound, as if Lord Rat on the beam had come to visit.

And in front of the desk, in a corner that no one noticed, a thin shadow puppet slipped out through the crack of the window.

Tai'an took a deep breath and jumped from the window sill, his sleeves bulging.

She is a true "life is thinner than paper and light as a swallow", adjusting herself according to the direction of the evening wind, flying higher and higher like a kite, and heading straight to the highest and most magnificent Zhaoyang Palace in Miyagi go.

Before leaving, the little prince earnestly told Tai'an: "The Zhaoyang Palace is now the emperor's bedroom. He didn't study much in his early years, and he didn't make any achievements in political affairs. He likes to hide in Zhaoyang Palace and work as a carpenter on weekdays." Work, just like before entering the palace."

"The wooden trinkets he carved were all placed in the Duobao Pavilion of Zhaoyang Palace. The father treasured them very closely. In addition, the father didn't like the servants watching him doing woodwork. He always felt that those palaces All the eunuchs laughed at him behind his back. Therefore, except for the emperor's personal order, Zhaoyang Palace has never allowed palace people to enter."

The little prince paced back and forth, turned around and said to Tai'an: "On the top of the Duobao Pavilion, there is a half-old wooden comb with smooth and moist tentacles. It was carved before my father ascended the throne, and I plan to give it to my mother for her birthday. !”

The gift was not delivered in time, and A Niang was already gone. In the first year, the sad and distressed emperor often rubbed the old comb with tears in his eyes, sitting in front of the little prince and recalling his mother.

"Go and find the old comb and push it down the Duobao Pavilion gently. The next time the emperor comes in, he will see this wooden comb dropped to the ground strangely and broken into two pieces."

On weekdays, the emperor may not take it seriously. But now that the emperor felt ashamed, maybe the wooden comb broken into two pieces could also attract the emperor's attention.

"After you come out of Zhaoyang Hall, the next stop is Hanzhang Hall where the Empress is. On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Father must go to the Queen's Empress Palace to have a massage." The little prince continued talking.