"You..." The emperor's throat moved slightly, and a breath escaped.
He really couldn't believe that his extremely intelligent son would pick such flowers for him.
It must have been taught by those two non-human beings.
The little fat boy continued to laugh, grinning, and rushed to Emperor Mingxi: "Father, Huahua! Mm, it's very white, just like you."
He had no idea that white flowers also symbolized commemoration of the dead; he simply thought of white chrysanthemums as noble and pure, a scene of vibrant blossoms. Children's favorite things are, first, large and numerous.
Moreover, in the eyes of his son, His Majesty is an extremely pure being.
Emperor Mingxi glanced at 1002 calmly, and finally bent down to meet the child's clear gaze.
He took the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, thinking that although he was young and ignorant, it was a token of his child's love.
Gods, Buddhas and Taoist ancestors, please don't worry about it. I still have many years to live.
After receiving the admonition from His Majesty, Wu Zhonghe behaved himself like a wooden man.
As the palace maid who had served His Majesty the longest, he knew how much His Majesty valued immortality today.
But the young prince gave the emperor such a taboo item, and yet he accepted it.
As expected, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.
His Majesty's obsession gradually grew, and he was blinded by a single leaf. As an old servant, he would do anything to help His Majesty overcome this disaster.
The pure white chrysanthemums complemented the emperor's indifferent face, but in the eyes of others, they did not seem so taboo.
Instead, it added a touch of elegance to the emperor's cold expression.
A fat hand touched the jade-like face, which made people laugh for no reason.
His Majesty felt the fleshy palm, his eyebrows moved slightly: "Are you satisfied?"
The little fat boy shook his head and said foolishly, "Beauty, I can't get enough of looking at her!"
This is another case of being infatuated.
Emperor Mingxi's eyes were calm, as if he couldn't hear such words.
But the palace servants beside the two men all lowered their heads, wishing they could bury them in the ground.
His indifferent eyes passed over the little fat boy and fell on the clusters of blooming flowers in Jiang Yuanxing's hands.
The flowers are in a riot of colour and are breathtakingly beautiful.
Emperor Mingxi raised his hand slightly, and Jiang Yuanxing bowed and walked over with lowered brows and a pleasant look.
A sprig of geranium fell into the thick black hair and stuck firmly on the temple.
The little fat boy tilted his head, his face full of confusion. Just as he was about to touch it, His Majesty stopped him and said, "This flower is only worthy of my son."
When he heard this, the little fat boy stopped moving.
The flowers are beautiful, and the fish are beautiful too!
"Your Majesty, you picked the flowers very well. These geraniums are small and exquisite, with rich colors. They are a perfect match for the little prince." Wu Zhonghe looked up for a while and then exclaimed in admiration.
What he said was true.
Your Majesty always likes light colors, but the prince likes bright colors.
Today, the father and son seemed to have changed their preferences. The emperor wore dark purple, while the little prince wore light purple.
The two flowers complement each other, highlighting the outstanding looks of the two people.
Emperor Mingxi smiled slightly and raised his hand to touch the child's tender face.
His eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as his, but they were filled with a sense of innocence and tenderness. Occasionally, a ray of light would pass through the layers of tree shadows and fall into his eyes.
He showed an incomparable dignity. The five-year-old child had not yet grown up, but already had an amazing appearance.
In the future, no one knows how many people will be attracted by it.
Your Majesty thinks that I should live a few more years.
"The fish is beautiful!" Maybe I have used it too much and can't change the habit.
Even though his vocabulary was not so scarce, he would still only ask, "Are the fish beautiful?"
The little fat boy waited for a long time, waiting for his father to praise him, but his father's eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He had no choice but to sell his melons like Wang Po, boasting about his own products.
"Beautiful, beautiful." After he shouted like that, all the worries of the emperor disappeared.
He walked slowly outside the palace with the little fat boy. Seeing that the little fool's eyes were a little red, he knew that he was worried about government affairs again: "Yu'er, just give me the general idea, and leave the rest to me. No need to do it yourself."
There was a rare fluctuation in his tone, and Emperor Mingxi felt distressed.
"Father is very busy." The little fat boy thought about it and told the truth.
Ding Ding said the fish was still young and needed more sleep, and that if anything happened, he should ask his elder brother. Father said the fish was still young and needed more rest, and that he would take care of the rest.
But Ding Ding was very busy, and her father was also very busy, so the fish could never see anyone.
He really wanted to help them and also wanted to help the people.
Therefore, repeating what others have said is something that Yuer can do to the best of his ability.
He didn't feel that he was working hard because God had given him a great responsibility.
And college student Yuer also knows that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
Fish, want to do better.
The emperor did not answer for a moment.
He looked a little dazed, and after a while he said, "My son, wait a little longer. I'm busy for a while."
In total, because he was busy seeking immortals and handling government affairs, he would have to wait three or two days before he could have a proper talk with his son.
Day and night are too short; what he wants to fight for are thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
The little fat boy didn't care at all. He had grown up now. If the mountain is not his, he would go find the mountain.
Therefore, she did not cry loudly like she did when she was a child because she could not see Emperor Mingxi.
It seemed as if he would cry down the palace if the emperor didn't come.
Emperor Mingxi was unwilling to discuss such a topic briefly, so he asked about the refugees of the fat boy.
The huge population brings with it a great force. If not handled properly, they will be like a swarm of locusts and can easily destroy a city.
But if it can be utilized, I wonder how much benefit can be obtained from it.
To gather people, pure faith can only attract fearful people.
If you only offer benefits, those you recruit will have no loyalty to the emperor.
It is easy to conquer the world, but difficult to rule it.
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