Just as Abao was thinking about how to leave the palace, a small hand came up to his shoulder.

"Nine pots?"

Di Rongjing pointed at the letter in her hand and then pointed outside.

[Ninth Brother, are you asking me to take him out of the palace? ]

A-Bao patted his chest. The class was over, and the teacher took this opportunity to rest. "Nine pots of porridge."

[I was just worrying about no one to take my short legs out of the palace, and look, my Ninth Prince is here]

[Let’s go. I want to take Di Rongjing out of the palace to see the world.]

Di Rongjing looked down at Abao with eyes full of admiration.

At Abao's suggestion, Di Rongjing and Abao sent Zhilan away, and the two, big and small, left the palace.

The guard at the palace gate rubbed his eyes.

"Uh, that handsome older child, I think he's the Ninth Prince? He doesn't look stupid, so why is he willing to come out?"

In addition to a few small pictures, there were also a few incomprehensible words on the letter. It was not that Abao was illiterate, but that Rong Yimeng's handwriting was too messy.

The characters don't look like words.

But she guessed it anyway.

Arriving at the temple and pushing open the door, Di Rongjing looked around and frowned.

Although there are no guards in this place, you cannot enter and leave at will.

His mother reminded him of this from time to time.

"The little stutterer is here!" Rong Yimeng burst into laughter when he saw Abao.

Before Di Rongjing could react, he saw several children, who looked to be about six or seven years old, behind Rong Yimeng while carrying Abao on his back.

But when Di Rongjing looked at those children, why did they look familiar to him?

"Di Rongjing, Di Jiaoyang, you two are really a pair of brothers in distress. How dare you come here?" Rong Yimeng didn't expect that the letter would actually be delivered. Well, he was a little devil. Everyone in the palace knew that he was the young master of Prince Rong's mansion. No one dared to give him this face.

"Now that we're here, let's start." Rong Yimeng waved his hand and took out an incense burner from the black bag at his waist.

"What's this?" Po narrowed his eyes.

Rong Yimeng snorted, "My mother taught me not to fight with you, so I listened and I won't fight."

A-Bao narrowed his eyes and smiled even deeper, [This naughty kid is definitely not that obedient! ]

"I've thought of a good idea. I can swallow this anger and not fight with you."

A Bao pouted, obviously not interested in Rong Yimeng's nagging. She was here to teach the naughty kid a lesson, not to make peace.

"You two, please respect me as your boss. From now on in the capital, I, Rong Yimeng, will protect you. How about that?" Rong Yimeng was very proud.

"Bah!" Po rolled his eyes in disdain.

"Hey! Di Jiuyang, you at least call me brother, what's wrong with worshipping me as the eldest? Otherwise, you two can just call me brother when you see me in the future."

"No way!" Po snorted.

"I knew you were stubborn and wouldn't acknowledge me. I'm ready. Did you see the little brothers behind me? If you and Di Rongjing don't call me today, I'll let them beat you up!" Rong Yimeng laughed, "I won't fight with you, I'll let them fight with you. Hehe, I'm really smart."

A Bao laughed even happier than Rong Yimeng.

Di Rongjing also curled his lips.

Rong Yimeng rubbed his eyes. What a ghost! These two people are going to be beaten, why are they so happy?

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"Stop shouting, stop shouting. I'm busy right now." Rong Yimeng was wondering what A-bao was laughing at. He waved to the people behind him.

Several children behind him came out and stood behind Po.

Rong Yimeng: ???

His eyes widened, "What are you doing? I told you to beat up Di Jiaoyang, why are you running behind her?"

"This is our boss." One of them said in a particularly arrogant manner.

"Huh? Are you kidding me? I'm your boss! When did I become Emperor Po?"

"We have always recognized Abao as the boss. It is you who thinks you are the boss." They didn't play with Rong Yimeng on weekdays. It was only today that Rong Yimeng found them on the street and said that he was going to find a man named Abao to settle accounts.

As soon as they heard that Rong Yimeng was going to take them to find the boss, they immediately nodded in agreement and followed Rong Yimeng eagerly.

They haven't seen the eldest brother for two months since they last saw Abao at the Grand Uncle's house, and they miss him very much.

"What I think?" Rong Yimeng was dumbfounded. It seemed so. From the beginning to the end, these guys never called him boss.

"Hahahaha." Po giggled.

Rong Yimeng's face turned pale, he was so angry, he didn't want to lose to a little stutterer!

And this dumb donkey.

"Humph, I know why you want to recognize her as the boss!" Rong Yimeng said angrily, "It's because Po sat in the temple before."

"Yes, yes, our boss is amazing."

Not only did he sit in the temple, he also saved them.

No, he saved all the children in the capital. Abao's talisman was so powerful that every time a vendor took a child away, strangely enough, the child's parents would find it first.

Since that day, no child was lost in the capital.

How could Rong Yimeng, a six-year-old child, know about this and thought it was because of the temple.

"Hmph, Di Abao, I want to make a bet with you!"

Ah Bao, who was eating a steamed bun with milk flavor, raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm?"

"I heard that you sat in the temple. Hum, even my grandfather praised you."

[Could this naughty kid think that if he sits down, the old prince will praise him?]

"Let's bet today on who can sit in the temple the longest. The loser has to call the other boss!"

"Pull...the hook." Po immediately stretched out his little finger.

Rong Yimeng laughed and said that A-Po was just young and easy to deceive. However, he was five years older than A-Po and of course he had been sitting longer than A-Po.

"Little girl, just wait for you to call me boss, huh."

A-bao smiled, [The naughty kid tried to steal the chicken but ended up losing the rice. Now it’s fun.]

Di Rongjing's eyes sparkled, and he felt it was fun every time he followed his sister.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, all officials enter the palace to pay homage to His Majesty.

Originally, this day was a day for worshiping gods, but in the Tiansheng Dynasty, there was no national god, so they could not worship gods. They could only enter the palace and look at the temple with His Majesty, praying for the national god to come.

It's like this every year.

Even though they knew that the Tiansheng Dynasty would never have a national god, their ancestors still looked forward to this day.

The news of Prince Rong's rise to power today spread quickly, and soon Emperor Tiansheng and all the civil and military officials knew about it.

Seeing Prince Rong enter the palace with their own eyes, all the civil and military officials were terribly surprised.

One by one, they approached the old prince and asked him, "Old prince, which miracle doctor cured your illness?"

"My grandmother has suffered a stroke for decades and has not recovered. She is almost dying. Can the old prince introduce someone to take a look at my grandmother?"

"Old Prince..."

Faced with the civil and military officials who swarmed over, even the old prince who had seen the world was stunned.

The main thing is that he didn't know where to start talking about this matter. When he told it, even he didn't believe it, let alone others.