The fat baby with keen senses seemed to hear a crisp sound. He turned his head and looked at the emperor's face, and saw several generals on the city wall raising their hands to slap him in the face.
!!!
The fat little boy, who was very afraid of pain, was terrified.
He stared with a pair of clear eyes, an incredible expression on his face: "Father, do you hit yourself when you are happy?"
The emperor, whose face was peeled off, replied expressionlessly: "I am not crazy."
The little fat boy was even more surprised and hurried back, twisting his butt.
"What are you doing now?" The emperor put him down and picked up the rag bag that he treated like a treasure.
"The generals are so happy that they have started beating themselves. Yu'er is going to ask Doctor Zhao!" His chubby face was wrinkled and he was muttering to himself. Yu'er had clearly memorized four major medical books, but it seemed that he had not seen such symptoms!
Emperor Mingxi turned his head and looked at the people pulling each other on the city wall.
His mouth was pressed into a straight line, and an unhappy aura emanated from him.
It's true that the more you grow older, the more backward you become. You've gone crazy and don't even know how to hide yourself.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows, thinking about the crazy person next to Yuer.
There was a rare hint of surprise in his eyes. This madness could actually be contagious!
It seems that we have to conquer all the countries as soon as possible, return to the palace to renovate the Baoqing Hall, recruit talented people, and have Yu'er accompany him in his studies.
He just couldn't believe that in this vast world, there was no one else who could resist madness like him.
The emperor, who had no idea that he was the culprit, still felt that he was the most normal person around the child.
Just as he was thinking, a ghostly figure landed silently beside him.
"His Majesty."
Emperor Mingxi nodded slightly and returned to the newly built tent.
The place where he originally was had already been split in half by 1002 and could no longer be used.
The night is long as ink, and lamps are lit to prolong the day.
We took this small town without even a hint of daylight.
Jia Er first showed the letter to the emperor several times, and after the emperor nodded, he slowly opened it and handed it to the emperor.
"There's no need for that." The Heavenly Family's Secret Guards were so cumbersome and cumbersome.
"It was the request of the messenger." As the emperor's secret guard, he knew all the secrets.
But since the other party has asked for it, it’s fine.
The emperor said no more, picked up the letter and began to read.
He read the entire letter quickly, then put it down.
Jia Er was waiting for His Majesty's oral instructions, but His Majesty looked at him and asked, "Where is the Crown Prince?"
"I'm treating several generals." Thinking of the funny scene reported by Jialiu, there was a hint of smile in Jiaer's calm voice.
He looked outside the tent. The sky was gloomy and he felt unhappy.
It's so late, and you're still not in bed, and you're still treating patients? You're a little fool who can't even read a few words. Even if you memorize the medical books, you won't be able to understand them.
"Please ask him to come over." His Majesty is an open-minded father.
Ever since the fat boy was old enough to understand things, he would ask for his opinion on everything concerning the child.
"yes."
Several vigorous old generals.
The little fat boy held a box of silver needles and said he wanted to give the general acupuncture.
He asked his grandfather, who said it was because he was old and his hands were not working well, so he needed acupuncture.
He also taught the fat boy a set of acupuncture techniques, saying that one injection would cure the disease.
The little fat boy was overjoyed and decided to give his father two injections if it was useful.
Grandpa said that older people should get more acupuncture treatments, and the little fat boy agreed with him.
1002: What a filial son!
"Don't hide. If you are sick, you should go to the doctor. When I am sick, I will drink medicine in big gulps." The little fat boy advised earnestly.
He doesn't even blush when he tells lies now.
Every time he takes medicine, he either cries loudly or jumps around.
"Be good!"
In the dim candlelight, the shadow of the little fat boy was reflected in the tent, like a ferocious beast waiting to devour its prey, and the old generals were lambs to be slaughtered.
After a lifetime of military service and campaigning, the burly old generals locked themselves together and said in muffled voices, "How dare we trouble Your Highness? We were just enjoying the scenery back then."
"Yes, Your Highness, after taking the Leg-Stretching and Eye-Staring Pill, I feel much lighter."
In order to avoid the fate of being pricked by needles, several ministers spoke eloquently.
Seeing them looking at the silver needles with some fear, the little fat boy suddenly realized: "You don't believe me? It doesn't matter, I'll give myself a shot and try."
He really gave it his all. Even though he was so afraid of pain, he knew how to lead by example.
The little guy lifted up his sleeves with an air of "who else but me", revealing his plump and white arms.
?
There's so much flesh, where should I pierce it? Clear confusion appeared in his eyes.
However, in order to heal everyone, the little fat boy closed his eyes and stabbed his hand while his ministers shouted "No".
"Hiss - it hurts so much, it hurts so much." Two lines of clear tears flowed down the chubby face.
"Your Highness, you stabbed my arm." General Yang flew forward, stretched out his long arm, and blocked the little prince's hand.
The little fat boy didn't feel any pain at all, but he felt that it must be very painful and cried loudly.
Hearing this, he opened his eyes and saw the silver needle piercing General Yang's hand.
A blush gradually spread over the little guy's face, and the fat kid lowered his head thinking about how he was howling so loudly.
Fatty couldn't help but dig his nose into the ground. After a while, he raised his head and said weakly, "I'm sorry."
How could General Yang, the master who taught him martial arts, blame him?
Besides, the prince is the king and he is a subject. One injection is nothing, even a hundred injections will not help.
Facing the little prince's rosy face, bright eyes, and chubby cheeks, General Yang was filled with passion.
What’s a hundred needles? Even if it’s a thousand or ten thousand needles, Yang can endure it!
As the saying goes, if the king wants his subjects to die, the subjects have to die. In this way, they are also loyal to the king and patriotic subjects.
General Yang: I was so moved by myself
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