Several old ministers immediately changed their expressions. They had always known that His Majesty was warlike.
But the prince was only a few years old, but he was already clamoring to go into battle and kill the enemy.
Your Majesty, as a father, how can you teach your young son like this?
Vague condemnations continued to emanate, but the Emperor remained unmoved, as he always believed that he was not wrong.
Seeing that his expression relaxed a little, everyone thought that he had made his point.
Unexpectedly, the emperor patted the little prince's butt and told him not to twist around and be careful not to fall.
Everyone thought their persuasion had worked, "..."
Unable to persuade with kind words, the ministers could only speak of the blindness of swords: "The people of Mobei are tall, strong as oxen, brave and good at fighting. Your Majesty is bound to be careless——"
Before he could finish his words, he saw the emperor's eyes filled with contempt and sneered, "I am more courageous than the people of Mobei. The former ruler of Mobei was only defeated by me. Why should I fear thousands of troops?
I only need one arrow to take his head."
Unable to convince the emperor, everyone had to turn their expectant eyes to the little prince.
The little fat boy, who had been listening to them intently, blinked and said to the pair of somewhat cloudy but very bright eyes, "I am more powerful than my father. I am the destiny!"
When Emperor Mingxi saw his son open his mouth and call him "Zhuang", he was nervous for a moment.
If I say something like "I am better than Xiao Yuan" and talk nonsense, it would be embarrassing in front of this old minister.
The ministers tried their best to persuade him, but they could not convince him, so they could only sigh and give up.
Who told these two father and son to tell the truth?
When it comes to leading troops in battle, they are no match for Your Majesty.
In terms of being favored by heaven, they are far inferior to the prince. How can we persuade him?
They had no choice but to make up their minds to pay more attention on the battlefield.
Who would have thought that upon arriving at the battlefield, His Majesty would bring the Crown Prince deep into the enemy camp, frightening everyone so much that their faces turned pale and their hearts pounded like drums.
The smell in crowded places is always muddy.
The emperor was planning to take his son for a walk, so he ordered him to go back and rest.
Unexpectedly, the little fat boy was not afraid at all. The overwhelming smell of blood rushed into his nose, and he just frowned.
Emperor Mingxi looked down at him, but was almost knocked off his horse by the Mobei general.
On horseback, the wind howled, and the little fat boy could only shout desperately: "Yu'er is fine! Yu'er is the emperor, and he will attack Japan in the future. Father, don't worry about me!"
1002, who was secretly cheating, didn't control the strength well and turned the volume up to the maximum.
The little fat boy's voice, which was trembling due to the strong wind, turned into fear in the eyes of the soldiers.
The childish voice was filled with fear.
When charging into battle, his head and face were covered in blood and he could not be seen at all.
The Silver Feather Army wanted to look up, but was swallowed up by the surging crowd.
Occasionally, a few people saw His Majesty holding a spear and knocking down three or four people with one spear. Their faces were ferocious and bloodshot.
Moreover, the prince in his arms disappeared, and he was furious.
Hate it so much.
"The thief who kidnapped my young master must be killed!"
"Kill, kill, kill!" The cry shook the world.
Those who didn't know the truth shed tears. The old minister staggered and said that Your Majesty was confused.
Before Mobei had time to rejoice, the soldiers of Dazhao were already blood-thirsty.
"You who bully my lord will die!" The voices swept over.
The little fat kid curled up in his father's arms, holding his head. Occasionally, a little blood splashed on his mouth, and he kept spatting.
After hearing the soldiers' calls, the little fat boy thought, who else is the master of Dazhao besides his father and him?
Before he could think about it, he saw his father expose the person who came.
"Rise! Rise!" 1002 jumped up and down, his emotions rising rapidly as if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Even if converted into life span, it won’t add much life span, but a mosquito is still meat no matter how small it is.
This concerns whether his baby can live longer.
The emperor was so engrossed in killing that he did not forget to touch the child to see if he was still there.
Yu'er's bravery was beyond his expectations.
On the vast battlefield, more and more people shouted, "Give me back my prince."
The emperor's bloodthirsty eyes froze, he thrust the gun straight into the ground, and began to touch the child in his arms with trembling hands.
Until I felt a warm touch.
There was also blood on the little fat boy's face. He looked at Emperor Mingxi with clear and innocent eyes and grinned: "My father will cry."
He was a little upset that the emperor didn't beat him this time.
The child was holding him tightly with his fat arms. Even if he didn't lower his head, he knew the child was in his arms.
But when the emperor heard those shouts, he became confused and thought the child had been taken away.
He doesn't even want weapons, he just wants to see it with his own eyes and touch it with his own hands.
This is really a case of worrying too much.
Looking at the frantic appearance of the Dazhao soldiers, each of them fighting bloody battles, the emperor knew that the rumors might have frightened everyone.
He himself was terrified.
Seeing the Mobei soldiers fleeing in all directions, they returned to the city.
He took a deep breath and called out, "Is my son brave?"
The jade-like face of the God of Wind was covered in blood, looking extremely terrifying.
The little fat boy stretched out his chubby hands, touched it, and found his hands were covered in blood.
He didn't know what his father was going to do, but that didn't stop him from answering, "I'm not afraid of anything!"
Because Yuer knows that his father and Ding Ding will always be by his side.
"Good!" The emperor laughed loudly, then lifted the little fat boy above his head and supported his feet with one hand.
1002 glanced at the main system: "Is Big Brother really a human?"
Just looking at the weight of his baby, he can lift it above his head while sitting on the horse. The elder brother is really strong enough to lift a tripod.
I'll have to weigh his baby someday to see how much he weighs.
His cub has undergone systematic transformation, and its weight is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.
Everyone else is fat, but the good boy is solid!
The main system ignored him, and 1002 didn't care either, he would just entertain himself anyway.
He began to scan the Saint again and again, muttering, "Not a human, not a human."
Wherever His Majesty goes, there are countless people watching.
Seeing what he was holding up, everyone looked closely.
The old ministers who were beating their chests and stamping their feet suddenly had tears in their eyes: "It's the little prince, the prince is still alive!"
In their eyes, there is pure happiness, without any utilitarianism.
After all, the little fat boy's current reputation is far higher than his own position as the crown prince.
Just like in the past, when the emperor appointed an heir and abdicated in the future, people only knew Emperor Mingxi and not the new emperor.
"Your Highness is fine, soldiers, don't worry!" He shouted three times in a row, and the sound shook the whole area.
The protagonist of the words, the little fat boy, was held high by Emperor Mingxi like a rare treasure in the palm of his hand.
Just like when the little fat boy's face turned blue, the emperor held him up to show others.
Incomparable seriousness, incomparable cherishment, supreme honor and favor.
On one side were the worried eyes of the soldiers, and on the other side were 1002 giggling, the price was rising, rising.
There was also his father who was holding him carefully. The little fat boy didn't feel shy and waved his arms in response: "I am safe and sound!"
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