Princes Battle to Concede the Throne

Emperors tend to be thought of as those who can unite their country, but that is only a one-sided way of looking at things.

Government, military, and even personal martial arts training. In order to govern the country in peace, we must do intense work every day that does not always serve the people.

In other words, the emperor is also me (the servant) of labor who is asked to serve the country more than anyone else.

"Your father's life is clear and harsh. Don't work from morning to evening, and don't get out of your personal workouts. Because of that, there's something terrific about daily bulimia."

Whilst continuing the operational meeting in the military chamber, Erzhu begins his analysis of the emperor's lifestyle.

Indeed, the momentum of my father's drinking and eating is human apart.

At the banquet table, flatten one pig with ease, and drink many drinks in Tarai.

"But isn't it a good thing you have an appetite? The liquor is also the head of a hundred pills."

And one tiger, who had the closest diet to the emperor among his brothers, pinched his disagreement.

"It just doesn't nourish you. There's something about it. If you drink too much alcohol, you'll lose your liver."

"Besides, things will be different with my older brother. My brother has always had as much sleep as he likes in the quotes he drank, but my father also has limited sleep. A bulimia without resting on Locke is only poisonous to the body."

Erzhu and Sanlong continue to argue about it.

Hearing it beside me, I had already figured out the nature of the problem.

"In short... working means shrinking lives. Even that double-proud father can't beat the threat of labor. It's not a battlefield where we can fight."

The three brothers and sisters also gave a severe nod of consent.

I hold my fist with my eyeballs hot.

"So let's give my father a long life while fully appreciating it. You have a plan, don't you, sister?

"Of course. It's not that hard."

Confident, Erzhu sets his index finger.

"Work tiredness. bulimia. Lack of sleep. Let's crush these three points of the biggest problem."

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"Dad, let me rub your shoulder for a second."

Captain Cut in was a tiger.

He visited the Emperor, who was fighting a pile of paperwork in the office, and offered to rub his shoulders to relieve his fatigue.

The other three, including me, are lurking near the entrance to the office and watching.

"... what soul dare you?

"Heh, don't bother making me say it, Dad. Is it bad for me to be filial?

A tiger who says it smells like light.

Quite disgusting to be frank. Anxiety comes early.

"Hey sister. Are you really glad you were a tiger at first? Aren't those disgusting words and actions, beaten to death?

"Don't worry about it. Your father is better at reading people than I am. That idiot gray hair is simple, and now I wish your father well from the bottom of my heart. It should convey good faith without a backdrop. Look."

Erzhu urges me to observe the emperor's reaction.

I thought it was over with the beating, but there's...

……

I pulled my cheeks, and there was a look at my father who was so confused.

Apparently, the sincerity of Ichiti made sense, as my sister had seen fit.

"Come on, Dad. If you don't like your shoulders, rub them on your hips or soles? I'm tired."

"No... just feelings are enough. Back off."

"What are you talking about, Dad? Don't be shy."

"I'm busy right now. Please again when you need it, just back off."

So Erzhu knocked on the wall. It is a signal of withdrawal.

One tiger, who listened well to the slightest sound, said, "Okay. Ask me anytime," he says, leaving the office.

The four of us leave the scene without making footsteps, and one tiger whispers at a distance.

"Are you sure you're glad we pulled it out? I'm so relieved."

"I don't mind. It's annoying to push too much. But if you've offered it like this a couple of times, your father's going to feel like," Why don't you ask me? "Keep going."

"Ouch."

Okay, and Erzhu slaps his hand.

"It's my turn next. I'll be ready, so keep an eye on your father's movements. Come and tell me if you have any unscheduled movements."

That said one person, Erzhu, who runs off across the aisle. Of the three men who see it through, I feel a little uneasy again.

"Hey Brother Tiger, Brother Dragon. My sister's in charge is most anxious, what do you think?

"I know."

"I'm anxious, but there's nothing we can do. Let's wish you success."

Waiting a long time, the emperor moved out of the office.

Moving to the dojo before noon to sweat is the usual habit. Here the roar of the emperor slamming Marutai for practice is a signal to convey the noon hour during the court.

My father would finish his meal in the dojo after this workout.

"You kept me waiting."

Erzhu came back to us watching the dojo from afar.

"Sister, how did it go?

"I'm not supposed to fail, am I? Well, look at that."

At that time the servants began to carry tables and meals from the side of the court towards the dojo.

It is the same sight as usual that dishes piled in vessels are carried, but the only difference is their dedication.

Anyway, unlike the usual diet of meat, meat and meat - today the product also stands out with the addition of vegetables in the vessel. Based on the aroma, the rice also seems to be mixed with wheat.

"Good, that doesn't sound like a terrible get-to thing..."

"Hey there. You suspect me of my skill? You can't be as talented as me at cooking."

Three men, including me, secretly appease.

(ii) Zhu's responsibility is to improve his diet. I was purposefully running to the kitchen to feed the Emperor a healthy meal.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if I should stop this sexually vicious sister when she said she was going to behave hand-cooked, etc., but it doesn't seem that bad as it turns out.

"But will it be okay? If you're out of your father's taste, aren't you responsible for the servants in the kitchen?

"Oh, I'm fine. I told you to give me my name."

"Then don't worry."

Three dragons of the wind with a relaxing chest.

I'm not usually this caring one. Maybe some of the servants who work in the kitchen like it.

All four of them travel securely to the dojo wall. When I listened to the wall and watched what was going on inside, I heard a conversation.

'Hmm? That's a lot of vegetables today. Rice or wheat?

"Yes, Second Prince Erzhu came to the kitchen and wanted to make his own..."

"Erzhu?

Here I poke my finger through the wall. Make a small hole and peek inside. If you look to the side, your brothers are drilling the same way.

The emperor, who was lined up with dishes, had a face as if he had preceded the poison.

"Excuse me, that face. I made you a good flavor."

Certainly the scent that drifts isn't a bad one either.

And for plenty of minutes he showed himself on patrol before the emperor finally moved his chopsticks.

'... delicious. It's delicious... um...'

Words don't have a superior complexion on the back.

Are you still suffering from daily fatigue and loss of appetite? I don't really accept anything but meat of my liking, or something.

"Looks like it's my turn here after all."

Sanryu stood up softly.

"As far as I can tell, Father doesn't seem to have enough rest. I need you to take a nap."

"Hey you guys. What are you doing?

All of a sudden I get a little shouted up.

If you notice, in a flash, the emperor was moving to the front of the peephole. He was going to erase the signs, but he still couldn't deceive me.

The emperor, stripping the wall plate with his arms, stares at these four men.

"Seems like you've been doing weird things for a while now, but it's evil again, you know?

"It was just fine, Father. Looks like you're tired, and why don't you get some rest? There was a secret medicine fragrance that I picked up from the South, and it was excellent for sleeping. I'd love to use it."

"Mm...?

Sanryu moved all the way back to the fight.

He is also a pure fool. That eye can only contain a straightforward feeling of praying for the longevity of my father.

Before that overwhelming sincerity, the emperor was put under pressure.

My father, who did not know that he would retreat against any mighty enemy, withdrew.

See that as an opportunity and I'll take a ride too.

"Yes, Father. What's wrong with a kid praying for his father's health? We all want you to live longer!

All four snort together at the same time.

Have the four of us ever been united for a reason so praised?

We felt our eyes get hot accidentally due to our filial filial devotion.

But when he realized, the emperor was turning his heels back towards the servants.

And a word in such a heavy voice that your breath is going to be stuck.

"- I'm sorry. I'm starting to feel bad about dying, so I'm off today."