"You are so unscrupulous." Emperor Mingxi sneered and leaned back in his chair in a very distracted manner.
After being scolded, Yan Chengyu laughed dryly twice, then took the memorial to show the emperor attentively.
"Father, Daddy, please help your son think about this."
The emperor closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "I haven't heard you call me father for a long time."
"Father, Father, Father!" Isn't this simple? He didn't call him that before, because he had grown up. "Father" was something he couldn't say when he was a child.
He was stupid when he was young, and Ding Ding would tell him dark stories every day.
Although in 1002's eyes this was proof that my baby was cute, but for the person involved, Yan Chengyu was still a little shy when he looked at the chubby image.
The emperor felt relieved after hearing this, but he still had to laugh at him: "You are already the Son of Heaven, why do you still ask me for such a small matter?"
Wu Zhonghe smiled widely, "Your Majesty, look at the smile on your face. If His Highness doesn't look for you, you will be unhappy again later."
Even though what he said hit the nail on the head, Emperor Mingxi was not angry.
"You ascended the throne at the age of six. After I returned, I attended court on your behalf until you were fifteen, when I returned power to you. But you often slept in, or begged me to attend court, and the days you attended court yourself were few and far between.
If I remember correctly, I went to court the day before yesterday."
After hearing his father talk about his heroic deeds calmly, Yan Chengyu couldn't help blushing even though he was as thick-skinned as a city wall.
"Father! Poor Yu'er, he lost his father at the age of six and was bullied by others. It was not easy for dad to come back, and his son finally had a harbor to take shelter from the wind, no longer afraid of wind and rain..." As he spoke, his eyes wandered around again, and the pearls on his crown were thrown onto his cheeks.
Yan Chengyu fiddled with it while talking.
"So, take a break for more than ten years?" Such eloquence was used to exonerate himself, and the emperor was quite helpless.
Speaking of this, the young emperor was not convinced.
He didn't care about pinching his shoulders and tapping his back, and put his hands around Emperor Mingxi's neck. Without even taking off his hair crown, he rubbed his head against his father.
"Nonsense, it's only been ten years!" He was so anxious to refute this that he actually admitted that he was being lazy.
"Okay, what does my son want?" The emperor pulled down his tightly clasped hands to prevent this daring brat from attacking again.
He kept holding his son's wrist.
Yan Chengyu immediately smiled brightly: "Father, I knew you would help me. You really are such a tough guy, tough on the outside but soft on the inside, hehehe."
He was taking advantage of the situation and Emperor Mingxi could not deny the facts he said.
I had no choice but to ignore his nonsense.
"Xiao Yuan, don't you think the daily court meetings are unnecessary? I remember when my Xiao Yuan was naughty and didn't attend the morning court for half a month. Yu'er thought, the court meetings should be held once every two weeks. If there are any matters on weekdays, we can submit memorials, which will first be handled by the cabinet, and then handed over to me by the cabinet. What do you think, Dad?"
Okay, okay, I’ll ask my dad for help, not Xiao Yuan.
His Majesty was so angry that he laughed. He raised his eyelids and said coldly: "Your Majesty has already thought it through, why are you still looking for me?"
"Oh, that's different. Who in the world doesn't fear my father? Once my father stands out, look at his extraordinary face." Yan Chengyu even touched the emperor's face.
Feeling the greasy touch on his face, Emperor Mingxi's face darkened: "What did you eat without washing your hands and smeared it on me."
After being scolded by his father, Yan Chengyu embarrassedly cleaned his hands with a handkerchief, muttering, "I just ate something secretly, and there was no oil when I massaged my shoulders."
"Hmph, I'm so old, I can't be considered extraordinary. Your Majesty is still young, and I've heard that all the palace maids and eunuchs serving him are good-looking. Don't look down on my father when you see him later."
His Majesty slapped his hand away and closed his eyes.
He said this perhaps with some thoughts of his own, Yan Chengyu was not stupid.
"Father, how could Yu'er dislike you? It's good that you don't dislike my noise. Besides, what does aging and losing your looks have to do with me? It's not like I don't know that I won't grow old." At this point, Yan Chengyu muttered, "You worry about those trivial things every day. I love you so much, can't you see? Yu'er is not an ungrateful person.
"Father treats me like a treasure, and I, naturally, hold him in my hands. Even if I get really old and lie drooling in bed, I, your son, will still take care of you, just like Father takes care of me."
Every word comes from the heart.
Before His Majesty could express his feelings, Wu Zhonghe burst into tears: "I know that Your Majesty is filial, and heaven and earth can bear witness to it."
The two of them sang the same tune, and Emperor Mingxi could only sigh.
He pinched his son's wrist, feeling the warm touch and the unchanging sincerity flowing in his blood.
"I won't mention it next time. I will issue an imperial decree later on regarding what my son mentioned."
Yan Chengyu sat down on the stool after he finished speaking, holding his chin lazily. Hearing His Majesty's words, he jumped three feet high with joy.
"Father is the best!" He was also a fool. He knew that his father was no ordinary person and that he also had an extraordinary background.
But he never thought about the future. All he thought about was skipping classes or not attending court. It seemed that he would live a good life in every life he was born into.
This is probably the heart of a child.
Emperor Mingxi looked at his bright smiling face and his crescent-shaped forehead, and felt happy in his heart.
Through all the ups and downs of life, and countless deaths, my son finally grew up safely.
The emperor's words are as good as gold. He said he would wait a moment and then drafted the decree immediately.
The annoying little bastard even saw him put down a stroke and started chattering non-stop, making His Majesty's pen hang in the air, and said, "You come and write?"
The little fat boy closed his mouth.
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