In the well-arranged courtyard, under an eight-immortal table, yellowish spots bloomed on the uneven and dry tree trunks, and a light fragrance filled the nose.
It makes people feel refreshed and clear-eyed.
However, under the blooming wintersweet tree, no one was calm enough to appreciate such a beautiful scene.
Amidst the noisy quarrel, the little fat boy had a strange look on his face.
It felt like I had eaten something extremely disgusting and couldn't swallow it or spit it out.
"Uncle Wang, do you think that women who show their faces in public are lowly people?"
He asked hesitantly, his fingers constantly poking at his fleshy dimples.
Very conflicted.
Prince Ping snorted coldly at the rebellious Yan Huajin, but only when he faced the innocent and noble young prince did he put away his contempt: "It's not that I am so, but the books of the sages have already written it clearly."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke loudly.
The little fat boy wasn't angry either. He looked at the angry King Ping and said softly, "But the emperor is my father. I am the little emperor, and my father said that some saints are just following the rules. They are forcibly elevated to the level of saints."
As the crown prince, who would dare to disregard his words?
Anyone who dared to look down on him was killed by His Majesty without a single one left.
The fat boy paused, and seeing King Ping's expression change several times, he continued, "My father does not approve of such sages, and I will also put aside such remarks in the future. A true sage would not separate men and women, nor would he talk about the Three Obediences and Four Virtues."
"Moreover, these words were not spoken by the saints. Some people, in order to satisfy their own selfish desires, attributed such words to the saints to achieve their own goals."
The tense atmosphere suddenly stopped, and only the biting cold wind continued to blow.
"Foot binding, widows buried alive, chastity arches, husbands, however lowly, are all yang. Women, however noble, are all yin. Even a princess, do you still have to observe womanly virtues and serve your uncles and aunts (parents-in-law)?"
The little guy's voice was clear and he was not like when he was little and heard such words.
He then shouted to his father to arrest them all and beat them with a stick.
The little fat boy understood that it would be useless no matter how many people he arrested or beat.
Thousands of years of thought are rooted in the bones of the people. Only education, generation after generation of education, can enable them to break free from the cage of thought.
To feel the real "freedom."
Prince Ping's face turned pale and blue. Princess Ping lowered her head. Listening to such unorthodox words, she felt like crying.
Embarrassment and shame intertwined on King Ping's face, and his cheeks trembled violently.
The dissatisfaction was written all over his face, but because of the difference in status, he had to suppress it deep in his heart.
"Your Majesty..." He was about to bow.
Tears welled up in the eyes of his innocent and bright nephew. He spoke in near despair, "Uncle Wang, as a man, you have already enjoyed such great benefits. Do you still want to force these poor people step by step?"
"You want them to be of noble status, to be well-mannered, and to be gentle and virtuous. But what does Uncle Wang have? A royal status, right?"
He has a clear mind both inside and out.
The heart of a child is pure and innocent.
He can truly put himself in other people's shoes and share their concerns.
Other people's thoughts and words always tend to favor their own position.
But he won't, because he is flawless.
Flawlessness will be revealed when one has a clear mind.
Being flawless means sacrificing oneself for righteousness, treating all beings as equals, and putting public interests above personal gain.
As soon as he came into this world, he was not tolerated by heaven and earth.
If even the heaven is unfair, how can it tolerate perfection?
The fat baby grows up gradually, his nature remains unchanged, but he also has seven emotions and six desires.
He also has his own preferences.
"Flawless..." The main system murmured, and then began to accumulate strength again.
Perhaps the reason the little fat boy was sent into this world was just to see how he, as an emperor, could maintain his original intention in this world of hierarchy.
But no one expected that he could still forge his own path.
Heaven will not tolerate any flaws, so he will go against Heaven's will.
Seeing 1002 standing there in a daze, the main system's eyes flashed: "You should also be prepared, 02."
1002 swept away the stupidity he showed in front of the little fat boy and nodded solemnly: "Okay."
Heaven will not tolerate imperfections, so it will destroy their minds and take away what they love.
Emperor Mingxi seemed to be possessed.
To break the deadlock, the little fat boy is the key, but their help is also needed.
Pursuing many lives.
This is already the last chance.
Little fat boy, keep living.
A loyal and selfless person is partial to love...
If an ordinary person’s heart is touched, he would definitely be extremely angry.
No matter how humble Prince Ping is in front of Your Majesty, it is all for the sake of saving his life.
When the emperor didn't arrive, Prince Ping gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, be careful with your words. What woman wouldn't be proud to marry into the royal family? I am an ordinary person, even my title is so-so. But I am of royal blood!"
"Noble? As lowly as an ant." The almighty emperor walked slowly, followed by a group of frightened people.
"I killed Yan Zhuang like killing a chicken, without caring about his noble bloodline." Emperor Mingxi smiled, his tone light, but the murderous intent spreading throughout his voice was so overwhelming that it made people unable to stand up straight.
The little fat boy made a fuss several times and wanted to see His Majesty, and His Majesty told Tiangan that all matters concerning the prince must be reported to him, no matter how big or small.
He made a fuss once, but His Majesty was still able to sit still, comforting himself that his cultivation was at a certain level.
After he made a fuss twice, His Majesty could no longer calm down. He did not even change his Taoist robe and hurried out of the palace.
I hurried as fast as I could, hoping to surprise the little guy.
I didn't expect to hear such a theory about bloodline.
Somewhat interesting.
The little fat cub with tears in his eyes quickly wiped away his tears because his father couldn't bear to see the fish cry.
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