"Empress Dowager, this is bad. The Emperor has abandoned his political affairs and is heading off to fight in person again."
"I can't control it and I don't want to control it."
"The emperor has also taken the crown prince away, and also said that he would let you govern the country."
The Yongshou Palace has been renovated, and because the little fat boy had foresight, nothing was lost.
Now the Queen Mother has moved in again, sitting in the pavilion admiring the flowers as usual.
It's really strange that after the natural disaster, these flowers, plants and trees have become more lush and green, adding a lot of charm to the capital after the natural disaster.
The leisurely and carefree empress dowager felt a sense of contentment at this time: "What is there to do in the mountains? Make wine with pine flowers and boil tea with spring water."
A sip of tea leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.
The Queen Mother doesn't care at all about her son.
He is such an adult and has his own ideas, so let him be.
It wasn't until she heard that the emperor had taken the prince away that the empress dowager's calm face suddenly turned angry.
"Nonsense! My darling grandson is only four years old. The emperor is so unreasonable. Swords on the battlefield are merciless. What should I do if he scares my darling grandson?"
The lazy empress dowager jumped up from the couch, looking full of energy.
It seems that the Five Animal Exercises that the little fat boy asked the Queen Mother to practice when he was young were quite effective.
"What are you standing there for? Chase him for me!" the Queen Mother shouted sternly.
"Empress Dowager, His Majesty has already left..."
The beloved emperor was riding on a horse, wrapped in tight clothes, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and slightly bent over the horse's back.
The cold eyes exuded boundless sharpness, like a divine weapon.
If there wasn't a baby in her arms, it would be extremely cold and terrifying.
"Wow~ Here comes the mighty general, everyone get out of the way." The little fat boy was held tightly in the emperor's arms, without any wind or frost invading him.
The army was lined up behind, only the emperor and the prince were leading the way.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, but this emperor has such a big world, where can he not go?
The baby in his arms cried and sang, but his majesty couldn't understand what it was saying.
1002 looked at the chubby little cub, whose face was slightly flushed, and poked the main system: "It's June, why are you holding me so tightly, big brother?"
I really thought it was still the coldest time of winter.
"He's only four years old." Even if the child is sweating, he can't stand the wind.
Medical resources were poor in this era, and a cold could easily cause death even for royal grandchildren and nobles.
No matter how many miracles the little fat boy displayed, in the eyes of Emperor Mingxi, he was still a weak child who needed care.
For many days and nights, Emperor Mingxi held his sleeping child in one hand while handling state affairs with the other.
No one loves the little fat boy more than he does.
As the army marched westward, they were not afraid of the people they saw. Instead, they offered them fruits and vegetables.
Sincere condolences.
This kind of scene was something no one had ever seen before.
When the emperor was leading the army in the past, he strictly forbade his officers and soldiers to plunder the people and harm the common people.
However, in the eyes of the public, what is the difference between soldiers and ruffians?
Moreover, massacres of cities have occurred during wars.
When prosperity comes, the people suffer! When destruction comes, the people suffer!
Victory belongs to the royal family and the powerful, but has never been shared with the people.
Although he said "I love my people like my own children", the late emperor did not live up to even a little bit of it.
While His Majesty is in power, if you ask me if he has much love for the people in his heart, the answer is no.
What weighs on him is responsibility.
Since you have chosen to ascend the throne as emperor, it is all responsibility.
This is the emperor who is called a murderous god and cold-blooded by others, but he is the best to the people.
The emperor never said that he loved the people, but he loved the people in every way.
How could the people disrespect such an emperor?
A gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart.
The people of Dazhao already had some blind respect and love for the emperor. When His Majesty had a child, the people cheered and were happy for such a "benevolent monarch".
The little fairy born to Your Majesty has won the hearts of the people and made them completely trust the royal family.
Not to mention, the little fat boy's identity was given by God.
He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world.
Although the country is not unified yet, the people of the world have already recognized the monarch. It is no wonder that other countries are desperate and make stupid moves.
The soldiers blushed when they were earnestly comforted, and tried to refuse in every possible way, but they could not resist the people's concern.
They were a little surprised. After all, in the past, people were extremely afraid of people marching and fighting, and would run away.
But now, the people of Dazhao are not only not afraid, but are concerned about it.
They remembered that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had said something in an extremely serious manner in the early morning.
He said: "A sage who has lived through the ages once said that we are soldiers of the people."
Come from the masses and go to the masses.
You all have parents, brothers, sisters and relatives in your family. We are all ordinary people.
Although everyone respected the little god in their hearts, they disagreed with this statement.
A man, a real man, goes to the battlefield to realize his ambitions.
They are not doing this for the people.
But everyone looked up and saw the circles of people carrying large and small bags.
Some of them were holding chickens and ducks, some were holding cloth, and some were carrying a bunch of green vegetables.
Now that the natural disaster has just passed, the people are not rich.
Looking at how many patches are on their clothes, I’m afraid they haven’t even eaten those things.
But he had to give it to them who were not related to him at all.
That's food!
There was a younger Silver Feather Army soldier who had a few cakes forced into his arms by an aunt.
It's still warm, which makes people feel warm.
He touched the pancake and asked in a daze, "Auntie, why are you giving it to me?"
The aunt with a somewhat dark complexion was holding a child in her arms, and the child was staring intently at the pancake in her arms.
"The little fairy said that you are all soldiers, and you are all here to defend our country. You have to eat more so that we can live a good life!" She smiled heartily, revealing a row of uneven teeth.
It doesn't look good, but the young Silver Feather Army feels that something seems to be different.
We are the people's soldiers.
Such scenes were played out all over the army, bringing countless shocks to their hearts.
Soldiers and hooligans have been described by the people for many years, but today, the image has changed one by one.
The young Silver Feather Soldier secretly gave the biscuits to the aunt's child and said goodbye to her.
He lowered his head, packed his luggage, looked at His Majesty and the Crown Prince who were leading the way, and suddenly straightened his chest.
Little god, your words are golden and everything you say is right.
He felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his blood was boiling.
Proud and proud, we are the people's soldiers!
Suddenly a roar erupted from the army. He turned around and saw a majestic white tiger leaping forward at a rapid speed.
Following behind was a larger white tiger with its bloody mouth wide open and roaring.
His blood boiled, and he couldn't help but roar. He didn't know what to say, only his most primitive instinct remained.
A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and the orderly roars in the army continued, but in the end, they gradually merged into one sentence.
"Your Highness, long live your Highness!"
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