Silver candles point to the sky, the purple streets are long, and the Forbidden City is covered with autumn colors at dawn.
The sound of swords and jade seals echoes in my steps, and my clothes and body smell like the fragrance of jade incense.
We share the grace of the Phoenix Pond and serve the king every morning.
All the civil and military officials bowed their heads and waited for the emperor, only to see the crown prince arrive late.
He was still young, and the twelve-tasseled crown covered his red eyes and the heavy fatigue on his face.
Under the gaze of the court officials, the little fat boy walked up the jade steps step by step and sat on the dragon throne.
No matter how many acts of usurpation the throne the little prince has committed, he even declared himself emperor in front of Your Majesty.
The court officials should not have been surprised. If yesterday's incident had not been spread, this would have been a peaceful court meeting.
The place for court meetings was moved from Xuanzheng Hall to Taihe Hall, and then from Taihe Hall back to Xuanzheng Hall.
The royal family holds the lives and property of the ministers in their hands, and the slightest sign of trouble will make the ministers worry too much.
Unlike the usual noise, the entire morning court fell into an eerie silence.
The five-year-old prince gave him a look, and Wu Zhonghe stepped forward: "If there is nothing else, I will leave the court——"
The ministers, filled with worries, looked at each other, thinking of the prince's soft heart.
He gritted his teeth and said, "May I ask, Your Highness, is His Majesty in good health?"
Beads are strung on colorful threads, and the tassels on the crowns clash.
The distance between the monarch and his subjects, the rule that they could not look directly at each other, prevented anyone from noticing. The Crown Prince lowered his eyes with a look of sorrow and sadness: "I have already issued an edict. How dare you question it? My father is seriously ill and has been preoccupied with state affairs. As a son, I am here to relieve his worries."
The words with a hint of chill echoed in the hall.
Those ministers who thought that the prince was kind-hearted retreated their steps and dared not raise their eyebrows again.
Given the relationship between Your Majesty and the Crown Prince, you will never harm each other under any circumstances. As a subject, you should just do your duty.
The mountain mausoleum has not collapsed, perhaps the palace coup was just a quarrel between the father and son of the royal family.
Why should a minister rush to pry into the king's private affairs?
You must know that His Majesty is still above. If father and son reconcile, those who embarrass the prince today will be severely punished by the emperor.
After thinking about it, everyone gave up the idea and just wanted to go back and discipline their children so that they would not cause trouble.
At this critical moment, the royal family's secret guards are like mad dogs!
During this turbulent time, the court officials were surprisingly calm.
Those who used to chat for a few minutes after court dismissed, today all frowned and returned home thoughtfully.
The storm is brewing, and the capital is calmer than ever.
The emperor's residence, the Purple Palace.
The awe-inspiring emperor sat on the high platform, saying nothing, but he stopped all the palace servants who came on the orders of the crown prince.
The huge imperial palace was really turned upside down, but only this sacred Purple Palace had the shadow of His Majesty everywhere.
The image of the gloomy and tyrannical emperor of the past was still vivid in the minds of the palace servants.
No one dared to move and could only hurriedly report to the little prince.
The little prince, who had forced himself to finish the morning court, kept walking. The heat made him feel like he was drowning, and his face was wet.
The father and son looked at each other for a while, and then the little fat boy asked everyone to leave and rolled up his sleeves and wandered around the hall.
Daoist book? Take it away!
Futon? Take it away!
Alchemy furnace? Throw it away!
Fat babies are like locusts passing through a border, taking whatever they see.
He had to stop from time to time to wipe the sweat off his face and drink a few glasses of ice water. It was really tiring.
The disheartened emperor would occasionally catch a glimpse of him and would steal a glance at him from time to time.
Seeing him look so pitiful, he couldn't help but sneer, "Your Highness is so precious, why do you have to do it yourself? If you harm the Holy Body, I will be in turmoil!"
The tone was extremely cold, like frost and snow.
The busy little fat boy grinned, not caring about the emperor's ridicule at all.
The more you say, the more you expose your weaknesses.
How could His Majesty not understand this? It was his beloved son, his own flesh and blood, and he could not help but look at him no matter what.
Despite his shocking words and the hatred in his heart, he still cared.
"Dad, where did you hide him?" He addressed her affectionately, but it actually revealed a question.
The emperor retracted his sharp gaze, lowered his long eyelashes, and said nothing.
The father and son are so alike.
When faced with words you don't want to respond to, either keep silent or look away and talk about something else.
The little fat boy knew that he would not cooperate, but he did not get discouraged.
The little immortal has methods that others can't think of. Feitu Moxiao is his eyes and ears.
At worst, he could use the methods left by 1002 to track traces that others could not see.
Emperor Mingxi sensed his fearlessness, looked up at his child, curled his lips, and laughed coldly: "I didn't know that the little immortal's methods would be used on me."
The fat baby puffed out his cheeks and waved his hands like a lucky cat: "Hey, I don't know how many times I've used the fish's tricks."
He pretended to be relaxed, which almost made the proud emperor cry.
Now that the fat boy had destroyed the golden Buddha, both of them knew that their time together would be short.
Is it really necessary to be so decisive?
"It's great, being a god is so great." The emperor sighed enviously. If he also had those methods, could he break through this world?
Make his children truly live long and healthy lives?
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Wu Zhonghe avoided the emperor's gaze and whispered to the little prince.
The little fat boy bit off some of the dead skin on his mouth and boasted to the emperor: "Father, this time, I win again."
Emperor Mingxi lowered his head, turned around, fiddling with something in his hands, and never looked at him again.
The little fat boy went to Baoqing Hall, the place where his father wanted to give him lessons.
Push open the door, walk through the corridor, and come to a carved window.
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