Your Majesty is just too concerned and causes confusion.
In the eyes of the little fat boy, this matter is very simple.
He knew that the emperor loved him the most, and he also relied on the emperor the most.
It’s okay for the little fat boy to act like a spoiled brat in front of his father, but he’s not so shameless in front of others.
Seeing his father's increasingly dangerous expression, the little fat boy quickly changed the subject. He pinched a flower and said, "Father, there are many powerful people among these people. I found several talented people, including the Great King and the Second Great King."
The Great King and the Second King are the two little princes of Mobei, among whom the Great Prince is the current monarch of Mobei.
It was clearly brought here by the Queen Mother Mobei, but the little fat boy insisted that he picked it up himself.
"Are these two also outstanding?" The emperor's expression changed slightly, thinking that the child finally found two people of the same age.
The little fat boy threw the flowers away, his eyes shining: "Specially outstanding, they can play with mud and learn it in no time, even better than fish..."
Your Majesty: It is indeed those evil beasts who have corrupted my son.
Fortunately, the little fat boy only said one sentence and put the matter behind him, with only his five-year plan in mind.
In his plan, Gyeonggi Province was his testing ground.
There is no way, as he is the crown prince and the only son of Emperor Mingxi.
His Majesty will not let him go to other states and counties alone.
The great construction project could not be rushed, so the little fat boy had to satisfy his desire to talk and tell the emperor everything.
Apart from Dazhao, many people were killed or injured, and much land was left unowned.
But now people's morale is low, and the fat guy plans to send the others out after the first five years.
But now it is no longer possible.
In order to perfectly implement his five-year plan, the little fat boy did not forget to tear a piece of red cloth and ask the emperor to write.
What does it mean that the rich will help the poor and work together to achieve a worry-free path?
Women hold up half the sky, and it’s good for you, me, and everyone.
Emperor Mingxi read it for a long time, then wrote down these plain words with his eyes closed.
He really couldn't persuade his son.
Looking at the red silk, the little fat boy was overjoyed: "Father, your handwriting is really beautiful. I heard Xie Xie say that many people fought to the point of bleeding for those soaps carved by father."
Emperor Mingxi was not happy at all.
As we all know, His Majesty is also an unparalleled calligrapher.
I was half-heartedly dragged by my son to write words on three taels of soap and carve a few pieces of collectibles.
He really didn't want to hear anyone arguing over these words.
In the past, there were almost no calligraphy works of his that were circulated among the people.
Who can get access to the emperor's handwriting?
But he simply sold the little fool he gave birth to.
The cheerful little fat boy doesn't care what the emperor is thinking. Even if he knows, he won't care.
Because when his father treats him, he is not a man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
The whole body is tofu.
As the father and son strolled, they discussed many details.
The little fat boy kept talking all the time, but the emperor was much busier, as he had to integrate things, write, and give his own suggestions.
"I believe that not everyone has a desire for progress. Leaving their homes is simply a matter of natural disaster. Now that the world is settled and Dazhao is the common ruler, the people must have aspirations."
What the emperor said makes sense. All clans are of the same blood.
People attach great importance to their roots, and many people are willing to sacrifice their lives to take root in their hometown.
Emperor Mingxi wanted to allocate a sum of money from the national treasury in the name of the little fat boy to help those who missed their hometown to embark on the journey back home.
Never force those who want to leave to stay.
If the older generation had some faith, their accumulation over the past few decades would surely be more substantial than that of the younger generation.
This is the idea that His Majesty has in mind.
His Majesty's words sounded very righteous, but the little fat boy didn't notice at all.
But how can we hide it from both systems?
1002 admired his elder brother's intelligence to the extreme and completed the task whenever he had the chance.
If the eldest brother is the host of the system, with this ability to earn life, maybe one life can be used as ten lives.
1002 couldn't help but think: "Lao Deng, do you think you can tie Big Brother up? We are a family, we die together!"
The longevity elixir that he had worked so hard to steal was useless to his elder brother, which was a thorn in 1002's heart.
As the number one thief in the world, and the number one lackey under the Fat Boy Immortal Lord.
He felt that he had let down the Immortal Lord's trust.
I've been worrying these days about how to tell this to the fat boy.
He knew that the good boy was in a good mood recently.
"You're sick." The main system glanced at 1002 coldly, and immediately fell asleep.
Only 1002 was left standing in the space, yelling and cursing.
The language is so filthy and obscene that I'm afraid there is no other language in the world that can surpass it.
The main system doesn't want to pay attention to 1002. How can there be such a stupid system in the world?
If I had known this earlier, if I had known this earlier!
The little fat boy snuggled up to Emperor Mingxi, looking at the strong and powerful fonts and the lines of plans.
I just felt as happy as if fireworks were exploding in my heart.
He jumped around the emperor twice.
Emperor Mingxi supported his chin with one hand and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.
I was caught off guard when the little fat boy hugged me and kissed me twice.
"My father is the best, my father smells the best~" He sang a song without any tune and jumped around everywhere.
The emperor wiped away his saliva and looked at the details.
He couldn't do such a thing. At least, the greatest benefit must be for himself.
They spoke without avoiding others, and the little fat boy had a loud voice.
After all the clamor, the palace servants knew exactly what was written on the paper.
Everyone looked dazed, shocked that they had witnessed the birth of these plans that benefited the country and the people.
Even a pig can understand how much benefit these words will bring to the people.
They came back to their senses when they heard the clear singing beside their ears.
Is this the king destined by heaven?
People from wealthy families would not become palace maids or eunuchs. They were just ordinary people.
Seeing themselves being valued, everyone's face was moved.
They could never have imagined that there really were emperors and princes in this world who cared so much about the people.
Your Highness is a benevolent ruler, and they have heard of it everywhere.
But is it still kindness to give up one's own to help others become the crown prince?
They had a vague feeling in their hearts that Dazhao, no, the entire world, would undergo earth-shaking changes in the hands of the young prince.
And they will be the witnesses of this prosperous dynasty.
Just thinking about it makes my blood boil and I can't wait.
Everyone fixed their eyes on the calm Majesty and the singing Prince, feeling that only such a calm and composed emperor could bring about a truly prosperous era.
Little did they know.
Your Majesty: My child is bright, lively, lovely, innocent, romantic, brave, and unparalleled...
Little Fatty: Happy, happy, really happy, eh? It’s gone up!
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