Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Chapter 500: The handsome emperor daddy shot

Morning the next day.

Gu Yihan seemed to be absent-minded as he listened to the ministers reporting their official duties.

When it came time to disperse the dynasty, Gu Yihan left General Song Quan behind.

On the Golden Palace, the civil and military officials faded away, and only when General Song remained alone, Gu Yihan raised his eyes faintly.

With handsome and deep eyebrows, he looked at Song Quan quietly.

"Song Aiqing, how long have you been in office?"

Song Quan did not expect that the emperor would ask this question.

He was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Go back to Your Majesty, it has been fourteen years."

Gu Yihan held his head thoughtfully: "Really, it's been so long. I vaguely remember that your father died only seven or eight years ago?"

Song Quan nodded silently: "Yes, it has been seven years since my father passed away."

Gu Yihan raised his head and sighed softly: "Eight years ago, I visited Pingyin County and was assassinated. It was your father who sacrificed his life to protect him, and as a result he suffered a serious illness.

Later, he fell ill on the couch, I went to see him once, and saw that he could only lie on the couch, and I was afraid that he would not be able to go to the ground again for the rest of his life. I secretly asked him, but I regretted it.

But he told me with tears in his eyes: The king's salary bears the king's worries, and his life is reserved for me. As a minister, if he can't share the worries of the superior, he is dereliction of duty. "

Song Quan was silent, wondering what the emperor meant when he suddenly mentioned his late father.

However, when he remembered the time when his father was alive in the past, his eyes were inevitably moist.

Gu Yihan looked at the table with his fingertips silently: "Song Quan, for your father's sake, over the past few years, I have pretended to be confused and let you go several times."

Song Quan was shocked. Although Gu Yihan's tone was neither happy nor angry, it still made him break out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly knelt down: "The grace of the emperor is unforgettable."

A trace of sarcasm flashed in Gu Yihan's drooping brows.

memorable? Is it hard to bully his precious daughter? !

Gu Yihan restrained his expression and pretended to be lamented.

"So now, I have one thing to give you. If you can't do it well, don't blame me for disregarding General Song's face."

Song Quan hurriedly kowtowed: "Please instruct Your Majesty!"

"A few days ago, I was haunted by nightmares and worried that the princess would be troubled by demon foxes. Considering that the Tianshan Mountains suggested by the monks were too far away, for so many days, I thought of a compromise.

I plan to send the princess to the imperial mausoleum on the outskirts of Beijing, and let her rest there, as well as the protection of ancestors. "

Song Quan was startled and hesitated.

To the imperial mausoleum? Does he still have a chance?

Of course, Gu Yihan didn't give him a chance to think.

"I want you to lead the troops and **** the princess. To the outside world, I only say that the princess is to take care of her body. So, I only asked you who I can trust to do this. Can you take on this important task?"

Song Quan only hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said, "I will obey the order! I will live up to the emperor's entrustment!"

Promise first!

At least when the little princess is in the imperial mausoleum, he can do it more easily than she is in the palace!

Gu Yihan pursed his lips calmly.

"In that case, go back and prepare, and remember not to reveal the truth to others. Early tomorrow morning, I will be waiting for you at Suzakumen, Song Quan, don't mess things up this time, it will be bad for me to be disappointed."

Song Quan repeatedly agreed.

For so many days, he thought that the emperor was reluctant to send the little princess away.

Unexpectedly, the emperor was still negligent!

After Song Quan left, Gu Yihan's eyes darkened.

He leaned back on the dragon chair, his thin lips showing an extremely ironic sneer.

idiot.