"I am the Son of Heaven." These words are true and there is no lie.
The little fat boy naturally knew that his father would not lie to him, but he was too surprised because his father had clearly said that he would help Yu'er.
The fat baby didn't have so many twists and turns in his mind. He was quite diligent in picking up food for the emperor.
The emperor's bowl was piled high with food: "Father, eat, Emperor, eat, Dad, eat."
His flattering look makes people laugh and cry.
But I will never get bored.
Who can refuse the little peach when it pleases you?
Your Majesty cannot.
But he had no appetite, and in the end the full bowl still went into the little fat boy's mouth.
He ate so much that his belly was swollen that he lay on the couch with his legs in the air. His Majesty sat beside him, rubbing his young son's belly with great tenderness to help him digest the food.
The father and son talked by candlelight at night, one sitting and the other lying down.
"Father, do you think I did a good job?"
The little guy raised his head with great difficulty, he couldn't eat too much.
Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the king.
For His Majesty, whatever the little fat boy does is unquestionable.
These things would not cause any trouble in your Majesty's eventful life.
It was asked by the child whom he loved like a jewel.
Emperor Mingxi paused for a moment, his pupils misty, "Yu'er is fine."
The emperor was praising the little fat boy, not these things.
After all, in his opinion, these people dared to disrespect the prince in public, and said openly and secretly that he was young and naive.
They should all be sent away; they are an eyesore on the farm.
However, His Majesty could understand that the youngest son was kind-hearted, and such treatment could not only win people's hearts, but also attract good advice.
Although it doesn't quite fit in with Emperor Mingxi's ideas, it's still pretty good.
At the very least, the trust and love of others can become the nourishment for his children's longevity.
"Too much rigidity can easily break, while too much softness can lead to collapse. Indulgence alone only adds to troubles. Clear distinctions between rewards and punishments, and the use of both kindness and severity, are the way of the emperor."
A benevolent emperor does not only have advantages. Sometimes, kindness to an emperor is cowardice.
There must be a winner between the king and his subjects.
An emperor who cannot suppress his officials is like a puppet, restricted in every way.
While the emperor said this, he was still massaging the belly of the little fat boy with moderate strength and a very gentle tone.
Only when firmness and flexibility are combined can things be accomplished.
The fat baby replied in his mind.
"I wouldn't do that. I'm very fierce." He knew that his father was reminding him not to be too gentle.
Now everyone in the world knows that he is kind and has caused many troubles for the little fat boy.
He often served Bailongyu and personally served in the fields.
Gentle and tactful means will only make people become more demanding, and history books will probably only record his kindness.
"Heh--" Emperor Mingxi patted his round belly and sneered.
It was obvious that he was disdainful of the little fat boy's ferocity.
The little guy is very successful in doing things, but his bottom line is only with the people close to him.
For the emperor, those close to him are already at the top of the world, so why would he be afraid of being trampled upon by others?
In this case, this bottom line is no longer a bottom line, but a castle in the air.
"Fish are not Xiao Yuan." The little fat boy spread his hands into a large character and said slowly, "Fish know all these principles, but I am not Xiao Yuan. I don't have Xiao Yuan's heart of stone."
Anyway, when he was in the palace, the ministers were all suppressed by their fathers and were extremely obedient, and no one dared to say anything wrong about him, the crown prince, to his face.
Today's palace is like an iron barrel, not even a fly can get in.
All the ugly things in the world have nothing to do with him, because his father will suppress everything.
When Yu'er is fifty years old, Xiaoyuan will be almost a hundred years old.
Xiao Yuan, who had taken the longevity elixir, must still be alive. He would then take Xiao Yuan out to play.
1002: Abuse of a centenarian.
In the memory of college student Yuer, this is called retirement. Retirement life is particularly wonderful, with travel and sightseeing, and no worries.
The happy fat baby never thought that even a centenarian in modern times would find it difficult to take care of himself.
What’s more, nowadays, when the average life expectancy is in its 50s?
"Besides, being kind isn't a bad thing. I treat people with sincerity, so why can't I be like a king and a minister—"
He was frightened by Emperor Mingxi's cold gaze, although he knew that such coldness was not directed at him.
"You--" At this moment, the emperor wanted to say that he was stupid.
But the young son was sensitive and thought-provoking, so he swallowed the words.
You must know that His Majesty's words are sharp and to the point, often making people cover their faces and cry.
He withdrew all his sharpness towards the little fat boy, revealing only his soft inner self: "Human nature is evil, and greed is endless. Even an emperor like me has things I cannot obtain and desperately pursue. How much more so these ministers?"
The emperor unpacked everything, breaking it down and explaining it to his son: "Having enjoyed the wealth and glory that power brings, you've developed a desire for advancement. My son, do you think that reaching the position of Prime Minister will end your greed? You must understand that above Prime Minister lies this throne you sit on."
He spoke with remarkable frankness about the struggle for power.
"Son, if you weren't Father's child, if you had brothers and sisters, you would have to compete with them for Father's favor. Do you think you could stay out of it? Seeing those favored by Father ascend to high positions and enjoy supreme honor and favor, who could resist greed..."
When Emperor Mingxi said this, there was a hint of bloodthirstiness in his eyes.
If he wants to break the deadlock, he must kill all those who are competing with him for power and profit.
"Even if you are a prince, calling me the throne is an act of usurpation and punishable by death. If my father were to kill you right then and there, others would still praise your majesty's wisdom. As a member of the royal family, there is no such thing as blood ties."
Seeing the child's stunned gaze, Emperor Mingxi concealed the murderous intent in his eyes.
"I only have one son in this life. Even if I have other children, I will clear the obstacles for you." He was so cold-blooded that he didn't seem like a human being. Aren't the other children the flesh and blood of the emperor?
Your Majesty has to say such cruel words.
"You are the crown prince. I don't know how many times I have told you to harden your heart. When you rule the world in the future, you must remember what your father said." Emperor Mingxi put down the clothes of his youngest son, covered him with a brocade quilt, and gently combed his messy hair.
He was both indifferent and affectionate at the same time, and the little one couldn't guess what his father was thinking.
At this moment, he seemed to understand but not quite, and didn't want to talk about such a topic.
Secretly, the little fat boy thought that it was not good to kill like his father. The entire court, civil and military officials, stood in front of him, trembling like quails.
But he still affirmed his father's words of combining firmness and flexibility, because officials who chatter too much are not good either.
The little fat boy propped up his arms and stopped asking about this topic. He asked the question that he cared about most: "What can't Father get?"
This is not the little guy's fault, but the emperor is extremely indifferent and looks like he can ascend to heaven at any time.
Suddenly, Emperor Mingxi's breathing stopped and his fingertips curled up.
The inky eyes looked at the little fat boy.
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