If it were the well-behaved and cute fat baby in the past, he would definitely thank him well, but he is not a fool.
In the brightly lit Xuan Zheng Hall, he saw his weak father.
The sun is setting and the air is dying.
He is like a candle in the wind, which can be extinguished by the slightest movement.
The physical pain made the emperor's mind clearer. Among all the people present, only the empress dowager, Wu Zhonghe and others were comforted by him.
The rest, all that was left, he gave to his children.
Others can't get any of it.
In the eyes of the ruthless and ungrateful emperor, there are no ministers, no common people, and the love between mother and son is weak.
He only dotes on his beloved son, whom he had in his middle age, with utmost love and care.
Perhaps because he felt that he was dying, the emperor kept holding the little fat boy's hand. He knew that he didn't have much time left.
Calling these people here is to establish authority.
He was not entrusting his son to someone else's care, he wanted to start a massacre.
The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches appeared silently and ghostly in front of the fanatical crowd. As an important official of the country, his presence was neither too much nor too little.
There were more than twenty people standing in the hall at this moment.
Among them are King An and King Ping.
Outside, there is a natural disaster with rocks rolling down, but inside the peaceful palace, there is His Majesty who is more terrifying than the natural disaster.
A strong wind blew in, but the flying stones did not blow into the Xuan Zheng Hall at all.
It seems like it is blocked by something invisible.
No one had time to think about such a miraculous scene.
Just because, the murderous intention is revealed!
"Father." As soon as the little fat boy opened his mouth, the emperor squeezed his hand.
What does it feel like to have your internal organs hit hard?
It was as if as soon as he opened his mouth, fragments of internal organs were about to be spit out.
The dark red color flowed down the corners of Emperor Mingxi's lips and slid down his pale jaw, presenting a thrilling contrast.
The emperor didn't brush it off, but smiled. His gloomy voice echoed in the empty hall: "Do you want to die or live?"
What does this mean?
Pei Hangqing felt heartbroken when he saw his loyal monarch like this, but he was a close minister of the emperor.
He knew what His Majesty meant.
Without hesitation, he took a step forward: "I want to live."
Xiang Jing's face was covered with tears, and he also took a step forward.
His wife and daughter at home are alive because they listened to His Highness' words. He will not betray the Heavenly Family.
The emperor has been on the throne for twenty years, and his control over the court has already reached its peak.
Otherwise, with such huge public outcry and the overt and covert opposition from all officials, how could the emperor have suppressed them for so long?
"good."
Emperor Mingxi did not say much to them, but only asked Wu Zhonghe to read the oral order.
There were things he had prepared when he was seriously ill last time. Wu Zhonghe burst into tears and said word by word, "Please sign these, gentlemen."
Draw a pledge?
The faces of the ministers turned pale and blue. They were princes and nobles, not prisoners.
But Pei and Xiang signed without hesitation.
Looking at the swords in the hands of the secret guards, everyone stepped forward one by one. When they took a look at the imperial edict, they were even more speechless.
I wish I could faint.
The above probably covers all the harsh and mean words of the emperor, as unpleasant as they can be.
If they betrayed the prince, they would be punished in various ways, and it would be easy for the prince to kill them.
After signing the agreement, if they disagreed with the prince or even acted presumptuously, they would not only be infamous in history books for eternity, but would also not be able to rest in peace even after death.
Nowadays, the court has little faith in heaven and hell, because they have a real little god in front of them.
Although everyone is a servant of the emperor, they all care about their reputation. How could they sign a promise to work like a slave for the young monarch?
Your Majesty is really...
"If you disobey this order, you will be strangled immediately." The emperor looked at Jia Yi and said slowly.
The secret guards of the royal family, born as death warriors, are loyal to the emperor and will never betray him.
This clearly tells everyone that anyone who dares to disrespect the prince will be killed on the spot, no matter who you are.
"Yes." No matter how uncomfortable they felt, they still had to accept the order and express their gratitude when they heard that they could be killed at will.
"Everyone, get off." Everyone looked at the shaking ground and hesitated to move forward.
If I go out, will I be killed by the aftermath of the earthquake?
Wu Zhonghe wiped his tears vigorously and took everyone to the place where the prime minister used to handle government affairs.
In the huge bedroom, there were only father and son left.
"Yu'er." The weak emperor lay on his back on the bed, without even the strength to raise his eyes to look at the little fat boy.
The little fat boy's face was covered with tears and he didn't say a word.
He didn't want to listen, he knew what his father was going to say.
Father was fine, why did he die? He said he would always be with Yu'er.
Facing his son's silent resistance, Emperor Mingxi curled his lips and said, "Silly boy, why don't you talk to your father at this time?"
"Dad, cough, cough, cough—" The little fat boy hurriedly wiped the blood off the emperor. "My son, Pei Qing is available. Dad has reserved an official position for your team. You can ask Wu Ban to teach you."
"There are no more major dangers in the imperial court. If anyone bullies you, come and cry before my mausoleum. Then I will kill you."
"Dad was wrong to let my son ascend the throne at the age of four. However, Dad also wants to see a four-year-old divine emperor." The emperor's eyes were filled with longing.
Since his son ignored him, he talked to himself and wanted to teach him all the ways of being an emperor.
"My son will surely be a wise ruler throughout history, but Father once wanted to attack two kingdoms for you, and now..."
The emperor's eyes dimmed, and he added, "My son may be able to take advantage of this natural disaster. I have made arrangements."
They will suffer the least.
Emperor Mingxi knew that since his son asked him to inform the two countries, it was not Dazhao who suffered.
The little fat boy covered his ears and didn't want to listen at all. He wanted to speak, but it seemed as if his throat was strangled and he couldn't say a word.
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