After hearing this, the little fat boy slowly asked, "Is Da Chu different from Da Zhao?"
He didn't know that the old doctor was also sent by his father, so he spoke very carefully.
The little fat boy also discussed with 1002 how to take his grandfather away if he came to pick him up and his grandfather refused to leave.
1002, who had already seen through everything, had no choice but to cooperate with the fat boy's plan.
For example, "Knock him out and carry him away."
"He was drugged and knocked unconscious."
"Direct transmission."
Doctor Zhao's eyes flashed, and he stroked his beard. "If this place belongs to Dazhao..."
The little fat boy's eyes lit up instantly, and he wanted to speak at this moment.
But when he thought about when he first came here, his grandfather coldly said that he was from Da Zhao, which scared the little fat boy.
He didn't dare say this in front of Doctor Zhao.
The little fat boy covered his mouth and it was very difficult for him to hold back his words, especially for a chatterbox.
When he left the clinic with his butt smoking, he excitedly said to 1002, "I want this place to become Dazhao's."
1002 Brainless Praise "That's great!"
"How can we become Dazhao's? To occupy the county town, we need to fight a war, but there are no soldiers here, and there are no soldiers in the nest either."
The little fat boy was very distressed. This was not like playing a war, and he had no soldiers or horses.
1002 Thinking of the people he saw, he thought, it is impossible for you to have no soldiers.
Big brother is ready to let you go home and wait for him after he dies. He must have a large number of people hiding there.
I will make sure that they are beaten to a pulp and the little fat boy will ascend the throne securely.
But you definitely can't say this to the little fat guy. After all, it's the big brother's good intentions, so 1002 is willing to give him this little face.
"Baby, when you become emperor, won't you have troops and horses?"
The little fat boy shook his head and said, "I don't want to be the emperor. I want to be the little prince forever."
1002 was stunned. "Why?"
He knew it, but still wanted to ask.
The little fat boy looked into the distance, and unconsciously poked the dimples on his hands. "After becoming the emperor, there is no father anymore. He died, and the grandmother is gone too. There is only the big fat boy who became the emperor."
The child spoke words that made profound sense, but the words he used were also ridiculous.
But 1002 didn't want to laugh.
The three-year-old cub already knows what death is.
He hated Yan Jiyuan to death!
His Majesty, who is hated by the system, is dressing up.
That's right, dressing up.
The emperor slept exceptionally soundly that night. When he woke up, the little fat boy was still sleeping.
The emperor was so fascinated by the little body rising and falling that he forgot the time.
It was not until Wu Zhonghe came to ask for instructions, suppressing his joy, that the emperor finally woke up from his dream.
"Your Majesty, would you like to have the meal served?"
"Can."
Then the palace maids slowly stepped in, hung the curtains and opened the windows, and the dark Purple Palace became bright and transparent.
Wu Zhonghe lowered his head and changed clothes for the emperor.
He only glanced at the little white ball on the dragon bed from time to time.
"If you want to look, then look. Why are you being so sneaky?"
Your Majesty is not that stingy.
"Hey!" Wu Zhonghe smiled happily after hearing the words. He quickly put on the emperor's outer clothes and went to stare at the little prince.
He caught a cold yesterday and did not dare to serve in front of the palace. But today he received news that the prince had transformed into a bird.
If someone else said this, Wu Zhonghe would just think that person was talking nonsense, but if it was said by His Highness, then nothing would be impossible.
Your Highness is really thin, and he really loves cleanliness.
Look at these snow-white feathers, they are obviously carefully cared for.
He stood by and watched eagerly, and waited until Emperor Mingxi finished his meal before he came closer and asked, "Your Majesty, why hasn't the Crown Prince woken up yet?"
There was some worry on his face.
The Lord chuckled, "I won't wake up until sunset."
Wu Zhonghe suddenly realized that this seemed to be the price.
Yes, the methods of gods are beyond the imagination of mortals like him.
"Since the prince knows, why not bring him back to the palace?" His Majesty is most afraid that the little prince will know that he has been poisoned. Now that the prince has returned to the palace, why would he let His Highness suffer outside?
The emperor waved his hand slightly and stood beside the bed. "The storm is coming, and it will be bad for my son."
He raised his hand slightly, and Jia Si appeared with the secret letter.
"This?" Wu Zhonghe looked at Emperor Mingxi.
The emperor nodded, and Wu Zhonghe took the letter and read it.
It doesn't matter if you don't watch it, but it will make you shudder if you do.
"Mobei and Da Chu have raised an army of 400,000 and will soon launch an attack on Da Zhao."
When the common people heard the news, they fled in panic, and many wealthy families in the capital disappeared.
The three dukes and nine ministers actually had the intention of stealing the country.
Wu Zhonghe said anxiously, "If it were His Majesty in person, who would dare to cross the line?"
He felt somewhat uneasy, not knowing what His Majesty's plans were.
If Your Majesty were to come forward at this moment, I am afraid the people would be settled in an instant, let alone the officials?
The emperor simply lowered his eyes to look at his child, his voice as erratic as if separated by clouds, "The more chaotic the better, that's why I am here."
After saying this, he ignored Wu Zhonghe's thoughts and asked, "How do I look?"
His Majesty, who was usually calm and composed, suddenly showed a hint of anxiety.
After hearing what His Majesty said, Wu Zhonghe felt relieved and said: Your Majesty, could the contrast not be so great?
Wu Zhonghe took a closer look and said that His Majesty's elegance and grace remained unchanged.
But how could His Majesty believe it?
If the emaciated emperor wore a Taoist robe, he would look like an immortal.
His face was originally as cold as jade, but now it has become even more ethereal.
It’s just that when people are sick, they always feel sick.
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