The archers lying in ambush nearby saw that the arrow, which was sure to hit the target, fell to the ground in such a strange way.
An unprecedented fear rose in his heart.
His pupils shrank sharply, and he took advantage of the crowd to escape the scene in a few jumps.
The moment he stood up, cold sweat broke out on his back, as if he was being stared at by some large beast.
He didn't even dare to look back, he just ran for his life.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his chest, and the assassin lowered his head slowly.
Seeing a huge hole in his chest, he was shocked: "No, arrow..."
He spent the whole day hunting geese, but was blinded by a goose.
Until his death, he never understood what it was that pierced his chest silently without leaving any trace.
The moment you hit the ground hard, your life is reflected like a passing scene.
He suddenly remembered a rumor that Emperor Mingxi was an extraordinary archer and could kill someone in the midst of an army with just a wave of his hand.
But he is clearly dead!
"Your Highness, the assassin has been killed." Except for the archer who escaped first, all other assassins have been captured.
He hesitated because the assassin who escaped was also dead.
And he died in an extremely miserable way. There was not a single piece of good meat in his entire chest cavity. It was almost a pool of minced meat covering his internal organs.
His eyes were wide open, as if there was something that frightened him greatly.
The little fat boy had carefully wiped the tears from his eyes when the crowd retreated. There was still a trace of red at the corners of his eyes, but no one could tell that he had cried unless they were very close.
He carefully smoothed out his messy hair with his hands, and quietly straightened his wrinkled clothes.
Now that I know my father is right beside me, I have to act like a little emperor.
The little fat boy has so much to say to His Majesty that he feels like his stomach is about to explode.
He wanted to ask, Dad, why didn’t you answer me when I asked you before?
Dad, you don’t say anything because you want to peek at me crying?
Dad, why did you suddenly become the main system? Is Yu'er a human, a tiger, or a fish?
In the end he didn't ask anything because the little fat boy was scared.
In 1002's memory, under the power of such a proverb, his father had already died in the mouth of nothingness.
Even the flesh and blood in the body were sucked away by the greedy nothingness. Otherwise, it would not be able to satisfy the appetite of nothingness.
Just like what he had seen in miscellaneous books, the soul that escaped from the underworld came to visit his family, but was taken away by the soul-catcher.
He couldn't tell anyone that his father was right beside him.
Fireworks were exploding in the fat baby's heart. He had never been so happy before.
If I have to use an adjective, I would like to exchange all my love for my father, not only the love I have for others, but also the love others have for me.
It’s not that love is not precious, but in Yu’er’s heart, nothing in the world is as precious as my father.
The fat kid noticed Jiayi's hesitation and stopped talking. He asked the reason, "Who sent you?"
"When the thieves saw they were no match for their opponents, they all committed suicide."
The little fat boy didn't ask any more questions. These people would surface sooner or later, and he had already guessed it.
I asked this just because I didn't want Tian Gan to dwell on that person's corpse.
The little fat boy secretly warned himself that he must never tell anyone else about his father’s existence.
At the moment of the sudden change, the crowd below became chaotic, and the little fat boy held up the torch and waved it vigorously.
Without the system, the sound cannot be transmitted for everyone to hear.
He was standing on the stacked bricks, waving a torch silently.
Until the crowd was attracted by the leaping flames and slowly calmed down.
"I thought you were rebelling today." The little fat boy raised his eyebrows and smiled. He knew that no one would hear him talking.
But the night, the stars, and the cold wind may all carry the consciousness of the Father.
The little fat boy wanted to do better and let him know that Yu'er had become an emperor who could stand on his own.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, speaking loudly to the courtiers who had rushed over: "The people are my most trusted subjects! A ruler should love his people and bring peace to them, and he should be kind to his people and bring honor to them. Without either, he will perish. I have always held this as my guiding principle, never dreaming that the seeds I sowed in the past would bear fruit today. As my father once said, and as it is written in books, he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world. I have now realized it!"
His young face was full of solemnity, and everyone was amazed by his imperial demeanor.
Even though the court officials have always believed that His Highness is only five years old and should not be given too much power too early, they will not listen to the words of treacherous ministers and try to reduce the power of the little emperor.
He even wanted to take back the power of prime minister that was taken away by Emperor Mingxi from him.
But they had to admit that the little fat boy was worthy of being the king of destiny and the reincarnation of heaven.
Let me ask you, is there any other five-year-old child in the world who can do this?
It is rare for him not to be timid in front of tens of millions of people, let alone his remarks which are so opinionated, thoughtful and profound.
No matter how unwilling you are, you have to praise him.
I also have to be wary of him.
When the young emperor was still the crown prince, the court officials thought that after a benevolent monarch ascended the throne, they would bring in the literati and officials to rule the world together.
Although the five-year-old emperor was not familiar with those cruel methods, he had an unparalleled keen intuition in politics.
It seemed as if he was born to make Dazhao prosperous.
The little fat boy would secretly look around while talking.
Is wind my father? Is fire my father?
Father, look, am I very wise and powerful now?
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