They were howling and blaming each other.
The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, then slowly turned around, his face weary. "Am I old?"
He only asked this question, and the two crying men stopped talking, shaking their heads rapidly: "Your Highness, I have absolutely no such intention!"
Shang Ling, who was lying on the ground beside him, said in a muffled voice: "Your Majesty, it is all my nonsense that has implicated the two princes. Your Majesty, please—"
The cup hit Shang Ling's forehead, and the pain made him unable to say anything.
The blood rolled down and dripped onto the ground, soon forming a pool of blood.
How much force is this?
The two kings huddled aside, not daring to speak.
Emperor Mingxi glanced at Shang Ling nonchalantly, as if he were looking at an ant: "Do you know what it means to be an emperor?"
"The power of life and death is in my hands. I am so merciful, but you are seeking death!" His Majesty was calm and composed the moment before, and the next moment, he was like a Shura from hell.
Shang Ling was startled. Although he was afraid, he kowtowed several times when he saw the emperor and asked, "Is your Majesty's temper like this in the past?"
Even if Your Majesty wanted to kill someone, he would not show his emotions so openly.
Shang Ling is telling Your Majesty that this is the disadvantage of your pursuit of immortality.
"Your Majesty treats your subjects like this today, how will you treat the Crown Prince tomorrow?" Having said that, Shang Ling straightened up and turned his bloodstained face towards His Majesty.
Emperor Mingxi lowered his eyes, and in just a moment, he knew what Shang Ling was doing.
"He is a loyal minister." But I don't like him.
"Drag him away—"
"The prince has arrived—"
The two voices collided with each other, and the previous voice almost disappeared.
Emperor Mingxi glanced at Jia Si with eyes as sharp as knives.
Jia Si hurriedly picked up the memorial and knelt on the ground.
The emperor raised his hand and stroked his cheek again.
No matter how Yu'er persuades him, he will kill Shang Ling today.
The little fat boy walked very fast. It was hard to believe that he could walk at such a speed with such a round body.
As soon as I entered the Xuan Zheng Hall, I saw people kneeling on the ground.
The hall was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Prince An was still looking at him pitifully.
The little fat boy walked straight towards Emperor Mingxi without looking around, as if he didn't notice anything.
He said, "Father!"
The almost stagnant atmosphere was broken by such a sound like a clear spring.
Emperor Mingxi held the floral ornament given by the fat boy, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
One stood on the jade steps, and the other stood below the jade steps.
It’s a very short distance, but it’s an insurmountable chasm.
If the mountain does not come to me, I will come to the mountain.
The fat baby didn't make things difficult for himself. He just raised his foot and walked onto the jade steps.
"Father." He called again.
Although the emperor was still ignoring him, everyone in the hall felt relieved.
The little fat boy took a deep breath and was about to shout again.
The emperor raised his eyes and said, "I must kill him."
"Then kill it!" The little fat boy waved his hands, looking indifferent.
He turned his head, seemed tired, and climbed onto the dragon throne with his butt sticking out and sat down.
Seeing Emperor Mingxi standing there in a daze, the little fat boy urged, "Father, why don't you drag them out quickly?"
Everyone was stunned.
The emperor was also a little surprised, but he had some vague guesses: "You won't stop it?"
The little fat boy sat upright on the dragon throne, taking in everyone's expressions. "Dad wants to kill them because they bullied him. Yu'er is my child and will only help me."
He spoke very naturally.
I don't think it's ridiculous for a minister to bully the emperor.
Especially this person is Emperor Mingxi.
The corners of Emperor Mingxi's mouth rose slightly, and he didn't even bother about whether he was old or not: "Just an ant!"
How dare you bully him?
However, the emperor's mood suddenly brightened.
The child who had stopped him from killing people before, now wanted to kill people because he felt that they were bullying him.
He didn't care at all that his uncle Wang was also there.
Emperor Mingxi was naturally very pleased in his heart, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.
The little fat boy's eyebrows moved slightly, and he stood up and hugged Emperor Mingxi's thigh: "Father, I need a lot of people to grow sweet potatoes and corn now. Can you help me recruit talents?"
It’s ok that corn has been improved by 1002, but sweet potatoes have not.
How can people plant if we don’t cultivate good seeds?
"What does my son want?"
"Just like the imperial examination!" The little fat boy looked excited.
“This is not easy.”
"But I have a father!"
His Majesty's eyes were full of smiles, and he nodded gently: "Then it's up to you."
"Then please help me draft the imperial edict and set the date at early June, okay?" The little fat boy climbed up the pole.
Your Majesty will certainly respond.
The father and son were about to draft an imperial edict hand in hand. Emperor Mingxi raised his eyes and saw several people kneeling on the ground. His face became serious and he said, "Get out."
Prince An was stunned for a moment, then rolled out quickly.
When King Ping and Shang Ling saw this, they also tried to imitate him, rolling around unskillfully.
As soon as he left the palace, Prince An rolled over and said, "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. How can Your Majesty allow you to have any say?"
Shang Ling's blood was all over the floor, and he smiled: "This humble servant has gotten what he wanted."
All he had to do was to be a lone minister. His Majesty could even let the Crown Prince sit on the throne. He wouldn't have to worry about it. What would it matter if he smashed his head and got out?
His Majesty will recognize him as a lone and loyal minister, and the Crown Prince will also be more impressed by him.
Even if he died, it was because of his miscalculation, and he couldn't blame anyone else.
Prince Ping's face twitched: "Mad man."
Each one is crazier than the other. Thinking of this, thank you son-in-law, bah, my daughter-in-law is really good!
They all knew in their hearts who the little prince said that for.
Your Majesty also knows this, but Your Majesty just likes to hear such words.
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