The voice is sonorous and powerful, full of energy.
Jiang Yuanxing and others were eager to save the prince from danger when they heard this voice.
Several people looked at each other, and Jiang Yuanxing held his forehead and sighed.
The little prince was eloquent, but since he was so quiet today, he thought he would not speak again.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't hold it in any longer than an hour after leaving the palace.
Look at this energetic look!
"Jiang Ban, this..." Several guards looked at Jiang Yuanxing in embarrassment.
Jiang Yuanxing paused, then took the lead and squeezed in.
If the prince gets into a quarrel with someone, he can at least help out, right?
What words should I use to sound mean and vicious?
If I had known this earlier, I would have told His Majesty or Old Lady Zhao a few words of medical advice.
The little fat boy didn't know that someone was trying to help him fight. After he shouted, the crowd retreated like a tide, making way for him.
The little guy is very noble despite his young age.
Although his face could not be seen clearly, his demeanor showed that he was no ordinary person.
As long as the crowd dares to give way, the little fat boy will dare to leave.
He had long been accustomed to all kinds of special treatment.
No one dared to say "you are just a little kid"
“What do children know?”
Letting Liu Niang and the others go to work was something that Xiao Pangzai had planned long ago.
This happened a long time ago, and they know the identities of Liu Niang and the others.
There are only people from Changnan.
But Changnan is so far away from Gyeonggi Province, how did the people at this resettlement site know about it?
"Where did you hear that?"
The little fat boy asked the red-faced man.
Although he was so young, no one would ignore him. Instead, they were captivated by his demeanor and answered his questions in detail: "I overheard it by chance."
"Where did you hear that?"
The little fat boy seemed determined to get to the bottom of the matter.
The man didn't answer.
The little fat boy looked around, folded his arms, and looked up: "Have you heard about it too?"
Everyone nodded hesitantly.
"Then are you going to bring your family back too?"
Take it back, this.
The soap factory paid such generous wages that they were so happy to be chosen.
It's more like he's just putting on a show than trying to leave the soap factory.
Perhaps they had such thoughts when they first learned about it.
But looking at the rice and flour at home, who would be willing to go against the money?
But you have to pretend at least. If you don't break away from those people, how can you show that you are untainted by the world?
Of course, the man who quarreled with the guard was definitely not putting on an act.
That's exactly what he thought.
As for why he didn't answer where he heard it from, that was also very simple.
The little fat boy has already guessed it.
It was his wife who told him.
Maybe they just heard it while working.
When more people listen, three people make a tiger.
Even if there is no evidence, you can still make it sound plausible.
The little fat boy also didn't understand why, as women, they didn't support each other but instead hurt each other wantonly.
Can you improve yourself by saying a few bad words about others?
If that were the case, he would speak ill of others every day.
He would definitely curse the person who didn't want him to be with his family and wanted to take his life every day.
Silence already tells the answer.
The little fat boy knew it, but he didn't say anything else.
Just when she left, she looked at her wife and daughter who were being protected by the man.
Some words, if spoken out loud, would be very hurtful, so he decided not to say them.
The quarrel ended inexplicably, and Jiang Yuanxing followed the little fat boy back to the palace in a daze.
On the way, he was puzzled.
He gathered a lot of curse words, but His Highness just asked a few questions.
Then he turned and left.
"Your Highness, I don't quite understand." He took two steps behind the little fat boy and bowed slightly.
The little fat boy picked out a auspicious cloud wooden hairpin for Emperor Mingxi and seemed not to hear these words.
But just before entering the palace, the little fat boy suddenly stopped and said, "Banban, this is a lack of education. It's the sadness of the times, not anyone's fault, so I don't want to scold you anymore."
Jiang Yuanxing didn't understand.
Only those who have been exposed to modern knowledge can understand what the little fat boy said.
At first he hated those who stirred up trouble and used such things to incite people, but the little fat boy saw the essence of things from just a few words.
This is an evil rooted in human nature, something that has been impossible to escape for thousands of years.
compete.
Education will make all this better. Maybe some people are still like this, but it doesn’t matter to the little fat boy.
He just needs to do it.
If he wants to fight, he will definitely make the matter clear.
But after his next plan is implemented, what will happen to those who gossip about him?
They are all poor women who are swept away by the tide of the times.
The little fat boy would not have any moral expectations of them that were higher than those of this era.
As for the soap factory, he would think about what to do.
Emperor Mingxi was waiting for his child in the palace.
He had not attended court for a long time, and in recent days he would summon his ministers from time to time to entertain his children.
The court officials were scared half to death. After careful consideration, they realized that the prince must have been behind this.
The emperor had not attended court for a long time, but he was well aware of all the affairs and was able to make decisions quickly and efficiently.
The court officials missed the emperor after not seeing him for a long time, and the emperor was cultivating himself.
At today's court meeting, I really felt that the emperor and his subjects were getting along well with each other.
The gloomy weather could not conceal the brilliance of the emperor's light golden dragon robe. With a raise of his hand and a flick of his sleeve, layers of golden waves appeared.
The little fat boy, who had just taken off his veil, was dazzled and dizzy.
The little guy was clinging to the gate, stretching his head and staring straight at the dragon robe.
No one could ignore that fiery gaze.
Emperor Mingxi subconsciously tugged at his clothes: "You..."
"I want it too!" The little fat boy was longing to see his father and ask him for advice. Now, the only thing he had in his eyes was the light golden dragon robe.
Emperor Mingxi simply said, "Nonsense."
But the little fat boy knew, so he agreed.
Maybe because of the rain, there is a slight chill in the air.
As the little fat boy walked into the hall, he brought a gust of cold wind, which collided with the warmth in the hall.
The emperor leaned against the incense burner, and the breeze blew away the wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner.
It just happened to cover the emperor's face, making it look like a dream, with a golden dragon winding and swimming, as if he were a god.
The little fat boy blinked, untied his cloak, and pounced on his prey like a hungry tiger, jumping straight into the emperor's arms.
The fairyland-like scene was abruptly broken apart.
The Saint remained calm despite being hit head-on by the little tiger, and gently stroked his back, "Has my son's troubles been resolved?"
Wu Zhonghe twitched his lips. His Majesty knew everything, yet he wanted to ask everything.
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