"It's pretty good."
"I'm so full."
Mingxin patted her belly and pouted.
The lunch was so delicious that she wanted to eat more, because she wouldn’t be able to eat it after she died and returned to the divine realm.
"Little greedy cat." An Li held his daughter on his lap and rubbed her belly.
"Dad, were you writing a poem for Mom just now?"
"See a big fish in the distance."
"A close look at a small fish."
Mingxin heard it when she just came in.
Daddy’s literary talent is really not good. How can he use big fish or small fish in his poems? She even wants to eat fish.
Ming Wenqing waved his sleeves and asked his four children who were watching the show to leave. His old face rarely turned red.
"Daddy's sweet baby, not a big fish or a small fish."
"It's like the mountain clouds turning into rain. You sang it and Daddy couldn't think of the next line."
He coughed and snorted.
Ming Xin curled her lips. What's so difficult about this?
"From afar, mountain clouds turn into rain; from near, water mist turns into clouds."
She crossed her arms and hummed proudly.
An Li and Ming Wenqing keenly realized that their daughter might be a genius in literature.
They could recite poems when they were just over three years old, and by the time they were five, they were considered the greatest scholars in the world, and no daughter could be allowed to sit in their shoes.
Ming Wenqing really wanted to stroke his beard and smile, but he had no beard, so he could only stroke it in vain.
"Xinbao, shall Daddy find you a husband?"
"Your mother said earlier that you had learned to write for a while, so why not start learning later?"
He didn't want to waste his daughter's talent.
Ming Xin rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, I like learning knowledge."
Ming Wenqing was overjoyed. He didn't expect his daughter to agree directly. Li'er told him that it took a lot of effort to let his daughter study.
"Then Daddy will take you to the morning court the next day."
"Whichever one you choose, Daddy will let that minister teach you."
He settled down.
Mingxin secretly stuck out her tongue and said that she would definitely choose an uneducated warrior and let him teach her how to count.
Since I have to attend the morning court with my father the next day, I must get up very early.
Ming Xin asked Su Ye to tell her fourth brother that she would not sleep with him tonight and would look for him the next day.
The next day, at five o'clock in the morning (05-07 AM).
Ming Wenqing got up and dressed quietly with the help of the palace maids.
I glanced at the bed and saw that Li'er and Xinbao were still asleep.
"Xinbao, get up quickly."
"Didn't you promise Daddy that you would choose a gentleman?"
He lowered his voice and carried his sleeping daughter out.
Mingxin opened her eyes, feeling a little confused.
After hearing Mr. Xuan, he finally came to his senses, "Daddy, get dressed."
Her eyes were half closed, half asleep and half awake.
The palace maid put on Mingxin's little skirt neatly. Ming Wenqing ordered that the queen's rest should not be disturbed, and then he carried his daughter to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
His steps were brisk on the road.
When the ministers see him later, won’t they be envious to death of him for having such a lovely daughter?
"The Emperor has arrived."
The eunuch raised a dust cloud and spoke in a sharp voice.
Ming Wenqing, wearing a bright yellow five-clawed dragon robe, sat on the dragon throne holding his daughter.
The ministers knelt down and saluted, and the slogans woke Mingxin up.
"My dear ministers, please stand up."
Ming Wenqing laughed twice and was in a very good mood.
After the ministers stood up, they were puzzled. What happened to the emperor?
They didn't know much about the new emperor.
We can only observe for the time being from the way he handles affairs that this new emperor seems to be proficient in both civil and military affairs.
When I looked up at the dragon throne, I saw a little kid sitting there.
All the ministers who visited the Jin Mansion yesterday knew that she was the emperor's little princess and was very favored.
Mingxin rubbed her eyes and wanted to open her mouth to choose a husband.
A minister below stepped forward, holding a tablet in hand, and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I have something to advise you on."
Ming Wenqing was not in a hurry and said in a clear voice, "My dear, please speak."
"Your Majesty, you are still young and have few children. I suggest you expand your harem and take in concubines."
"I have a woman of the right age here, you can take a look."
The minister reported.
He is the old Minister of Revenue and is over sixty years old.
During his reign, he saw off an emperor and a crown prince, namely the old Emperor Beichen and the previous crown prince.
He dared to speak out his opinions and was never afraid of the emperor's power.
After these words were spoken, the ministers around him looked at each other and didn't dare to speak.
This old Minister of Revenue is too bold.
Ming Wenqing frowned. He only loved Li'er and had never thought about starting a harem.
"Lord Zhao, please take back the booklet."
"I don't plan to open a harem or marry concubines. I only have one queen, and that's enough for me."
Since ancient times, no emperor has loved only one woman and had a harem full of concubines.
Ming Wenqing didn't believe it, he couldn't be loyal.
He is the emperor of Beichen Kingdom, and he wants to set this precedent.
"Your Majesty, this is absolutely unacceptable."
"Since ancient times, which emperor didn't have three palaces and six courtyards in his harem?"
"You can't do this!"
The old Minister of Revenue was so anxious that his beard stood up.
Ming Xin was dazed, but when she finally woke up, she hummed.
The old man also wanted to arrange a woman for her father, but for the sake of her mother's happiness, she firmly disagreed.
It’s been a while since I played a prank on anyone. Let’s start with this old woman and make her happy.
"Grandpa, you almost got up late this morning. Didn't you wear any underwear?"
"Fix, fix, fix, you're naked inside, go home and put on your pants."
"Unlike me, who can wear it at such a young age."
Mingxin jumped down from the dragon throne, stuck out her tongue, and pointed at her face with her finger.
The old Minister of Revenue blushed and felt a chill in his trouser legs. How did she know?
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