Born as a prince, he should have been raised in the deep palace, sitting high on the jade steps and looking down at the people of the world.
He was so special. At least Wen Hui had read many books, but he had never seen such a prince in history books.
My younger brother often did everything himself and was in charge of government at the age of five, not to mention running out of the palace all day long.
Even some descendants of county officials and minor clerks had never been to the fields and did not even know what grain looked like.
But the little fat boy is different. Is there anyone in the world whose bloodline is more noble than his?
Even the kings of other countries cannot compare with him.
Such a precious child, at the age of five, had the country and the people on his mind.
He has farmed, cleaned dishes, and worked in a brothel.
He could discuss politics with the emperor and command his ministers, but he could also put aside his status as a prince and act like a good boy with a merchant.
Such people are rare in the world.
Even in later generations, it is rare.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frug
He bounces back and forth between these two areas, as if they are both his comfort zones.
He truly loved every citizen equally, wanting them to have enough food and clothing, and wanting them to live and work in peace and contentment.
Free from natural disasters and man-made disasters.
However, when it comes to the bottom line, he can lead his troops into battle without hesitation.
From the outside, he looks like a soft and sticky little dumpling.
But no one can underestimate him.
Everyone knows how much energy is hidden in such a small body.
This time the little prince came to the farm without even saying hello, and he brought Wen Hui straight in.
Fortunately, the palace servants recognized him, so no joke was made.
The imperial farm is very large, with many small courtyards scattered around.
It is used to house poor people who have a profound understanding of farming. Jiang Shuhui does not live here.
I just get up early to sort out the barren years, and go home with my hoe under the moonlight.
It's like living in a farm.
After all, it is the private property of the emperor. The farm is extremely spacious, and rows of pear blossoms and oleander are planted on the paths.
Pink and white petals fall gently, adding to the beauty of spring.
The little fat baby strolled in the sea of flowers, jumping and bending down, like an elf among the flowers.
"Why is there no one here?" muttered the chubby little boy as he pinched the flower petals and sniffed them.
He refused the servant's notification and ran in on his own.
The people on the farm naturally didn't know he was coming.
Fortunately, the fat baby had been here many times, and he was familiar with the planting areas by holding Wen Hui's hand.
April and May are the sowing seasons, so corn and sweet potatoes cannot be planted.
Ding Ding said that after he comes back, we can plant the wheat, right?
The little fat boy is not the kind of person who would make things difficult for himself. Besides, his father said that he would help him recruit talents in June, although that was just an excuse to save Gungun and the others.
But you are not joking!
The emperor that the fat baby was muttering about was sitting on the cushion with a gloomy expression, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
Wu Zhonghe brought the medicinal food carefully, bowed to the emperor, and then left.
He knew that no amount of persuasion would work.
It would be better to listen to His Majesty and give him less scolding.
He still remembered the time when he was imprisoned with Jiang Yuanxing, but he didn't dare to cause trouble again.
A cool breeze blew, and Emperor Mingxi pulled his cloak closer.
He sneered, "In this kind of weather, you can still feel the cold."
The emperor's words echoed in the empty palace, seeming extremely quiet and lonely.
This is the norm when the little fat guy is not here.
Only when he is by His Majesty's side, His Majesty, who is as ethereal as an immortal, will gain more popularity.
During these days, Emperor Mingxi never dared to forget to worship the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Truth.
He no longer wants to cultivate immortality.
For the ashes were gone, but they fell upon his children.
Seeing that the evil thing was about to eat away the life of the little fat boy, His Majesty became extremely anxious.
In their eagerness to see results, they will try any unconventional methods.
He hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night. If anyone closed his eyes, his young son would look at him with tears in his eyes. Who would dare to close their eyes?
Your Majesty, who looks down upon the world, cannot do that.
The emperor was afraid to sleep, so he could only do as much as possible for the child.
So that he won't have to work so hard.
The sound of birds chirping could be heard outside the window. His Majesty, who had been sitting there in silence, slowly stood up and said, "Call them over."
The Tiangan secret guards looked at each other and saw the intention of dissuasion in each other's eyes.
But they dared not go against the emperor's wishes.
After a few sticks of incense, the curling green smoke dissipated with the wind. The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, tilting his head slightly and said, "I hope..."
His lips were extremely pale, as if he had some serious illness.
At this moment, Emperor Mingxi looked out the window and saw many people standing in the palace.
He looked at no one and listened to nothing.
His Majesty was thinking of his children. He thought of the little fat boy standing on tiptoe and calling him from afar.
A faint smile escaped the cold emperor's lips.
His children, his life, his flesh and blood, his blood.
His life source.
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When the little fat boy saw the queen again, he was a little surprised: "My queen, you look so tired!"
The queen has gotten a lot darker, and the fat baby feels a little distressed when he sees her.
He held his golden handkerchief and stood on tiptoe to wipe the queen's face.
When Jiang Shuhui saw him, she felt full of energy. How could she feel tired?
"Mother is not tired. I am happy that I can share some of the work for you." The queen got off the ground. She had a lot more strength and didn't need anyone's support to hold the fat baby.
The little guy hasn't been very happy these days, and the queen wanted to go see him after receiving the news.
Unexpectedly, he came to the farm today.
"But you are very tired, and the fish feels sorry for you." The little fat boy said, and struggled down.
This is a testing ground for planting. The queen turns the soil and sows seeds every day without any help.
How can I not be tired?
She did it with the intention of atonement.
The little fat boy became stubborn and the queen couldn't stop him. He was just a five-year-old child carrying a hoe, haha.
This made it so that others had no interest in cultivating the land and they just kept looking at him.
The fat baby didn't notice at all. He collapsed on the ground and thought to himself, "Is there anything that can improve my efficiency?"
His hands were covered with blisters and he was sweating profusely. He lay on the ground and fell asleep soon after.
The clouds in the dream are white and the sky is blue.
The little fat boy raised his head and climbed up the white clouds. A cool breeze blew from the clouds on the other side.
Gradually, it formed the shape of a smiling face in front of him.
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