The common people all shed tears and looked at the little prince with a look of regret as he pretended to be calm after being frightened.
They thought that His Majesty was so wise and brave that he almost lost his only son.
Even though he was so scared, he still had to pack his bags and head to the battlefield.
Your Majesty is suffering!
The prince is suffering!
Their little fairy.
1002 silently suppressed his emotions, sensed the meaning, stretched out his hand, stole the energy from the main system, and turned it into a cigarette.
"I say, Big Brother's acting skills exploded only when Fatty was about to cry. Otherwise, he never looked pitiful at all."
1002 looked at him, standing under his horse, in light clothing. He was as tall and straight as a bamboo, with a calm and relaxed demeanor, like the eldest brother of a fairy.
Looking at the people's sorrow, indignation, and their eagerness to fight on the battlefield for the emperor and the prince, it felt as if I were in a dream.
How can the way brother is biking have anything to do with being pitiful?
The emperor held the little fat baby in his arms, with a solemn expression, as he said goodbye to the people one by one.
He seems like an exceptionally approachable monarch.
Look at what he said: "My beloved son has been frightened many times. Although I am a king, I am also a father."
"I rely on you all to save the prince."
"The prince loves the people, that's why he is so hated."
You are such a calm and composed big brother, aren’t you a beautiful girl?
Why did you step down the jade steps and act pitiful?
1002 looked at the fat little cub who was held in his arms, poking his belly and gasping from time to time with a complicated expression.
The charm of the top succubus, Yingming Shenwu, Fatty Immortal, and the Son of Heaven is so terrifying.
For the sake of a good reputation, the eldest brother risked everything.
Originally, a sharp knife was held in front of everyone, but now the eldest brother can use some tricks.
1002 lit a candle for the nations.
The extremely grief-stricken His Majesty took the dried dates given by a trembling old man, and when he turned around, there was no trace of sorrow in his eyes.
There is only indifference.
But he did not dislike the shriveled, colorless dates. He took one and ate it, and gave the rest to his fat son who was drooling.
The army set out again. The emperor leaped onto his horse and gave the child in his arms a heartfelt instruction: "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Do you understand, my child?"
The little fat boy's mouth was full and he couldn't speak. He could only nod vigorously: "Yeah!"
Emperor Mingxi touched his head and stopped talking.
There is no warmth or kindness in his life, but it is okay for him to shoulder the responsibility.
It is impossible for him to truly love others.
His Majesty cares about nothing else except his beloved son.
He also knew that this was morbid.
So I don’t want my child to be like him. I just hope he can see his own path and keep moving forward.
And Your Majesty is willing to be Nan Liujing and light the way for him in the distance.
When the people of other countries were in panic and the kings were busy with their own affairs, Emperor Mingxi was unstoppable and attacked Huanglong.
After taking the life of the King of Southern Yan, His Majesty lamented, "I am not a murderer. The Crown Prince has pleaded for you several times, yet you have pressed on, repeatedly attempting to assassinate my son. You are so arrogant that I must kill you. Otherwise, the incense will be cut off, the country will be overthrown, and how can I face my ancestors?"
Your Majesty is the Great Zhao Ming Lord, and the Crown Prince is a benevolent monarch appointed by Heaven. If the other countries had not been ignorant and wanted to kill the little Crown Prince, how could they have ended up destroying their country?
Immediately, a Southern Yan official reflected deeply, knelt on the ground, and burst into tears: "The emperor is absolutely right. Your Highness is kind and benevolent, and he has sent people to lobby many times during natural disasters. If it weren't for our king's stubbornness, how could the people of Southern Yan have suffered so many casualties? He is not worthy of being a king."
Emperor Mingxi watched calmly as the ministers of Southern Yan scolded their monarch, then waved his hand slightly and led the crown prince to his side.
The little fat boy, who had been admonished by his father many times, did not let his father down this time. He choked up and said, "Father, it's all the fault of the King of Southern Yan. Can you let the others go?"
The little prince's eyes were as clear as a spring, as if they could reflect all the filth.
Seeing this, the ministers of Southern Yan felt even more guilty. If they put themselves in their shoes, they would imagine that they were assassinated again and again.
They just want to kill as soon as possible, there is no rationality at all.
No wonder he is a benevolent king appointed by heaven!
Emperor Mingxi was silent for a moment, then asked the little fat boy, "Why?"
"If the king wants his subjects to die, the subjects have to die. As subjects and people of Southern Yan, they cannot disobey the king's orders." His words were clear and moving.
This made the officials of Southern Yan cry. How could they be willing to do such a thing as throwing an egg against a rock?
It’s just that the king has given an order, and as a subject, I have no choice but to do it.
I didn’t expect that the little fairy could be so insightful at such a young age. It’s really surprising.
Can such a pure heart be so benevolent and loving to the world and all the people?
What the little fat boy said was something that the emperor had never taught him.
I think it was a spur-of-the-moment idea on his part.
He is always like this, saying whatever he wants to say and doing whatever he wants to do.
There is almost no negotiation.
Fortunately, His Majesty was used to his son's behavior. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Then let Southern Yan become a vassal state of Dazhao, retaining the name of the country. We can discuss other matters later."
The officials of Southern Yan opened their eyes wide, feeling like a pie had fallen from the sky.
Who can resist not eating the meat that is right in front of your mouth?
Not to mention that Your Majesty is in the prime of his life and expanding the territory is something that no monarch can refuse.
The corners of everyone's lips trembled, but no words were uttered. They simply bowed deeply in gratitude and knelt to see the Emperor and the Crown Prince off.
No one even cared about the blood of the current monarch splattering all over the ground, leaving him with his eyes wide open as he bled to death.
The cheers of "Long live the emperor" were endless.
The emperor did not look back, and neither did the little fat boy.
The army slowly dispersed and the wise leader entered the tent.
As night fell and dusk deepened, the sky seemed covered by a curtain, leaving only a few stars dotting the sky, twinkling.
Emperor Mingxi originally wanted to ask his children why they said that.
But I saw his long eyelashes fluttering, and his chubby cheeks were a little pink.
"I want to sleep~" After saying that, he fell straight down without caring about his father's reaction.
Emperor Mingxi patted his back gently, coaxing him to sleep, and then waved.
He first threw the Empress Dowager's edict aside with ease, and then picked up the other memorials.
Although the emperor was the commander-in-chief in this battle, he also divided his troops into several groups.
One part was led by General Ye.
General Ye never sought credit for himself. In this memorial, His Majesty saw General Ye asking for credit for the boy and girl brought by his son.
The emperor's brows relaxed, these two were not stupid.
I raised my eyes slightly and saw Wu Zhonghe standing aside, not going down either.
The emperor lowered his eyes and raised them to ask, "What's this, Wu Ban?"
Wu Zhonghe also saw the excitement in the army, so he boldly asked for an answer: "Why did your majesty order Southern Yan--"
The emperor raised his hand slightly and told Wu Zhonghe to stop talking.
He already knows.
A hint of gentleness danced across His Majesty's brows, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly as he whispered, "Of course it's for this little fool."
Her slender fingertips poked her son's plump cheeks.
Emperor Mingxi smiled even more broadly.
The feel is really good.
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