"Ah?" The little guy opened his eyes wide, confused.
He simply didn't believe what he heard.
How could such words come from my father's mouth?
The emperor pretended not to notice his son's surprise.
With his eyes downcast, he squeezed his fat hands and said, "I asked if it has increased?"
The little fat boy looked at his father blankly: "It has increased, it has increased."
He repeated it twice.
His Majesty, as cool and untouchable as the snow on a mountain, nodded in satisfaction, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "That's good."
A big question mark appeared on the little fat boy's face.
The question mark is the embodiment of 1002.
The one-man-one-unification man's jaw dropped to the ground.
1002 swallowed hard and said to the little fat boy in astonishment, "Big brother, did you steal my spot?"
The little fat boy replied weakly: "Yes, yes."
After the matter was done, he left. His Majesty, who had hidden his achievements and fame, listened to their conversation but smiled without saying a word.
This was just the first step in his implementation.
He will kill anyone who becomes an obstacle to his child's immortality.
Everything that is beneficial must become the nourishment for Yuer to survive.
I would rather overthrow the whole world than let the whole world betray me. (Two different “failures” are used here because the emperor was just that kind of person.)
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Time flies, and a few months have passed in the blink of an eye, and another New Year's Day is approaching.
The corn in Huaqing Palace was harvested early, but the little fat boy saw that there were not many seeds, so he still needed to plant a few more crops.
The queen was anxious to do something for the little fat boy to make up for her debt.
She took on too much responsibility, giving up her role as queen and becoming what her son called "the chief corn officer of Dazhao."
Judging from the Queen's appearance, she seemed quite honored.
"Your Highness, please take a rest." Jiang Yuanxing looked at the little fat boy squatting on the chair, holding the charcoal pencil and writing with difficulty.
The finest silver charcoal was burning with a crackling sound, and a lovely child, as pretty as jade, was lying on a large golden nanmu table.
He was squatting with his lower body and half of his upper body was lying on the table.
It's a good thing he could come up with such a difficult posture.
This book is used by the emperor to occasionally revise memorials, and the fat boy has one of his own.
But recently he has been trying to be serious, insisting that he is the little emperor and must be as serious as the old emperor.
The handsome and charming old emperor Yan Jiyuan: "..."
Then there is the scene of today.
"Banban, stop trying to persuade me! I've already made up my mind." The little guy waved his fat hand, twisted his butt, and ignored him.
Use an eraser to make corrections.
The queen worked really hard and got tanned from farming. The little fat boy felt that he should do something within his ability.
Sometimes a lot of ideas would come to his mind, and the queen would hold him in her arms and tell him interesting stories about growing corn.
As the little fat boy listened, he seemed to see the grown-up fat boy standing in a farmland, listening to the old man in front of him talking about farming.
The two merged with each other, and the little fat boy seemed to have thought of something. He broke free from the arms and ran back to the Zichen Palace with his butt twisted.
He ran and shouted: "My Queen, wait for me~"
Jiang Yuanxing couldn't persuade him, so he had to serve tea and snacks from time to time.
The little prince almost ate plate after plate, his stomach was full, but he still hadn't finished writing.
Just when Jiang Yuanxing couldn't help himself, the little guy suddenly stood up from his chair, waving the paper with a big smile on his face: "Great! Corn planting experience, produced by Fatty, told by great farmers."
Perhaps he had been lying there for too long, and he lost his balance and fell backwards.
Everyone in the hall was frightened to death.
"Your Highness!" Jiang Yuanxing exclaimed, and without hesitation pounced on him to act as a cushion.
But there is always someone who is faster than him, not the secret guard, but the current emperor.
The little fat boy is always inconsistent in his studies.
The emperor didn't care and would just wait until he was six years old before he started studying hard.
The court officials tried to persuade him for a long time, but Master He also stood with His Majesty.
He is the most famous scholar in the world. Which scholar in the court does not admire him?
Even Master He said that His Highness was extremely intelligent and not an ordinary person.
Teach students in accordance with their aptitude.
Although Master He spoke in a high-sounding manner, he just couldn't bear the little prince looking at him pleadingly with his eyes open.
The emperor patted his son's butt and said indifferently, "Your Highness, stop being a troublemaker."
The little fat boy twisted his body, but did not argue with his father. He held up the paper and raised it high: "Father, look!"
The emperor took it and looked at it.
The little fat boy lay there for a while, then pulled at Emperor Mingxi's clothes.
Thin, and only two pieces.
He touched himself again, the thick coat and the fluffy scarf.
Suddenly, I felt distressed: "Father, you are already beautiful enough, don't wear so little."
The emperor was startled when he heard this and raised his hand to look at it for a while.
He had been sitting in that scorching room for so long that he had forgotten about it.
The little fat boy sniffed him like a puppy, then frowned, "It smells nice, but also a bit burnt. Fish don't like it."
Emperor Mingxi lowered his eyes and said calmly: "I will be more careful next time."
The little guy didn't doubt it. Seeing his father agreed, he pointed to his experience and showed it to his father.
He kept chattering, "Father, this is what Yu'er, a college student, knows, and Ding Ding is trying to teach me. But Ding Ding said it's been too long, and there's still a difference. Yu'er asked him what to do, and he told Yu'er to figure it out herself."
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