"Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness."
Looking at each other, true love flows.
"Hehe." The little fat boy imitated his father, with his eyes half open and his chubby little face trembling.
Emperor Mingxi did not stare at him. After thinking for a moment, he sent someone to bring the map.
The little fat boy doesn't like war and is kind to the people.
However, he mentioned many times that he wanted to personally lead an expedition to Japan.
Your Majesty, I have an idea that needs to be verified.
The maidservant was graceful and elegant, presenting the map with her white hands.
The emperor didn't even look at him, his gaze lingered on Jia Si, who followed in under the alias Linghu Si.
Jia Si was startled and quickly took the map and asked someone to go down.
"You can recognize many words now, come and look at this map." The emperor held the little fat boy in his arms and unfolded the map on the table.
The vast territory of Dazhao is very conspicuous, but the emperor's eyes are fixed on the bottom of the map.
"I don't want to read it, Yu'er read it to me."
His Majesty would never do this. The little fat boy was very curious. He grinned and pointed at them one by one with his fat hands: "East Timor, Brunei, Luzon..."
When they reached the area of Japan, the little fat boy poked at the area and said anxiously, "It's not that big!"
The emperor raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "What do you think of the territory of Japan?"
Before he could finish his words, the fat baby stretched out his little finger and squinted his eyes: "It's only a little bit, smaller than an ant."
"But the Ryukyu people call themselves the royal family of Japan."
His narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and the little fat boy slammed the table and jumped up excitedly: "It's all bullshit!"
The words are clear and loud.
No one had ever taught him to curse, but he was filled with righteous indignation, as if deep hatred ran in his blood.
"The fish are going to fight, fight! Why don't men take Wu Gou and take over the fifty islands of Japan?" The little guy waved his fists, and there seemed to be fire dancing in his dark eyes.
The emperor looked at his anxious expression, lowered his thin eyelids, and looked surprisingly cold.
Since ancient times, only thieves who steal a country can be so disgusting.
Could it be that thousands of years later, the untouchables in that tiny country will dare to look directly at the majestic China?
The Yan family is so incompetent!
Suppressing the rage boiling in his blood, Emperor Mingxi pressed the child's arm, signaling him to calm down.
"Then we will go to war, but we need a reason." The little fat boy was eager to try, but the emperor changed the subject: "You stay in the palace and behave yourself."
Although he did not like Japan's style, the two places were far apart, and China was the great Celestial Empire.
Taking sudden action against a small country will also alarm other dependent countries.
This matter requires further consideration.
For example, on the day when all nations entered Zhao...
The body's rejection of him is still deepening. The emperor is not anxious, but does not want to leave any hidden dangers for the little fat boy.
Anything that hinders Yu'er from fulfilling the prophecy of longevity and prosperity given by heaven should be reduced to ashes as soon as possible!
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After playing for a day or two, the little fat boy began to feel a little guilty.
As the crown prince, he has too much to do, and Xiao Yuan has been lazy recently.
He must be tired, and Yu'er needs to help his father more.
The little fat boy thought about this and muttered to himself what he had to do before going to bed at night: "It's March now, sweet potatoes, corn, school... help dad, he works so hard."
What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
After His Majesty had bathed, he came in and heard him talking in his sleep: "Give it all to Xiao Yuan, give it all to him."
Emperor Mingxi was filled with mixed emotions. He sat beside his bed, vaguely tracing his eyebrows and eyes.
After looking at him for a long time, he lifted the quilt for him.
As he raised his hand, his sleeve slipped off, revealing a stark contrast between his upper arm and wrist, white as jade and dull grey.
Emperor Mingxi flicked his sleeves and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
"It's burned."
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