Even though the imperial physician repeatedly emphasized that the Crown Prince was not in danger of death, Emperor Mingxi was still very worried.
After the morning court session every day, he would move the memorials to the Purple Palace, where he would review them while looking after his unconscious son.
It seemed that only in this way could he feel a little at ease.
As time passed, Emperor Mingxi's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
At this critical juncture, whether it was the palace maids or the civil and military officials, everyone walked with their bodies tucked in, fearing that they would offend the emperor and lose their lives.
The Queen and the Queen Mother were not so anxious since the little guy performed miracles.
The Queen Mother became more respectful in front of all kinds of gods.
She firmly believed that she had moved the gods and Buddhas, so they gave her a golden grandson.
This time the little guy was in a coma, and the Queen Mother thought he had gone back to heaven and would be back soon.
As for the queen, she was even more dazed.
Is Yuer really her child?
Although everyone in the harem has been well-behaved recently, they treat her like a mouse seeing a cat.
Even Concubine Wen, who was always jealous, didn't dare to act rudely in front of her.
She went to the Zichen Palace to visit every day and stayed there for the entire afternoon. Only when she saw the child's familiar face did the queen feel grounded.
1002 I feel a little guilty about making the top brother on the list so worried and concerned.
But on second thought, it became justified.
If it weren't for it, Emperor Mingxi would probably have been morally kidnapped by his ministers.
The red pen paused on the memorial, leaving a bright red dot.
Emperor Mingxi put down his red brush in advance and called Wu Zhonghe to "take these memorials to the three provinces."
Wu Zhonghe was not surprised. In the past, the three ministries were practically non-existent. The ministers held titles but no real responsibilities. The emperor worked tirelessly, writing tirelessly, but never delegated government affairs.
Now that she has the little prince, she is becoming more generous day by day.
Emperor Mingxi walked to the little guy's bed and sat down. His face was hidden behind the curtains and could only be vaguely seen.
"My son."
He gazed deeply at the little guy's picturesque eyes. In the past, his child's eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
Now with his eyes closed, the Purple Palace no longer had the liveliness it once had, and there was no trace of the little guy's laughter.
No matter whether Yan Chengyu is a human, a god, or a ghost, he will always be Emperor Mingxi's child in his eyes.
He was the one who raised the child day and night.
He watched him grow from a tiny ball to a talkative and cheerful child. Whenever something happened to the child, he wished he could take his place.
Now, the culprits who plotted against Concubine Liu - Shi and Li - will be executed tomorrow.
He personally pulled out the cancers of Dazhao one by one, but he did not feel any pleasure.
The eldest brother on the list sat in front of the bed in silence, and 1002 couldn't bear to see him.
He has been in a coma for more than ten days, which is a high price to pay.
It pushed the cub playing Fishing Superman. "Baby, do you want to wake up?"
The speed of consciousness flowed extremely fast, and the little fat boy felt that less than a day had passed. Therefore, he did not make trouble with 1002.
"Yes~" Fishing is fun, but I miss my father.
He would meet Emperor Mingxi at least twice a day.
It was late at night, and suddenly a ray of light spread from the window eaves into the Purple Palace, illuminating the Purple Palace with bursts of brilliance.
Emperor Mingxi felt something in his heart, and when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of big, black, clear eyes.
"Father~" The little guy sat aside, smiling at Emperor Mingxi with his eyes curved.
The Purple Palace was filled with colorful lights. The palace servants on duty were confused and uncertain, but not afraid.
Jiang Yuanxing and Wu Zhonghe looked at each other, and both felt happy.
With such a big commotion, I’m afraid the little prince has returned from heaven!
1002Hide your achievements and fame.
Emperor Mingxi always took off his cold and hard imperial shell in front of his youngest son.
All that's left is the soft interior.
His eyebrows twitched, and a hint of red appeared in his eyes. "You little brat, you still want to wake up."
Although the tone was scolding, it was full of surprise and relief.
Emperor Mingxi was a strikingly handsome man, possessing a beautiful figure and fair complexion in his youth. His facial features were as sharp as a knife, and when he entered the military camp at the age of 18, he exuded a murderous aura, having slaughtered countless enemies.
At that time, the emperor had not yet ascended the throne, but was known as the Jade-faced King of Hell.
But as the emperor, with all the power in his hands, no one dared to act rashly in front of His Majesty. Gradually, no one cared about His Majesty's appearance anymore, and when they saw His Majesty, they only admired him.
The little guy looked at his father with shining eyes, and his chubby little hands couldn't help but touch his father's face.
Emperor Mingxi didn't care about him. If you touch me, I will touch you.
The father and son were angry with each other.
Yan Chengyu's chubby cheeks were pinched into a pancake by his father, and he smiled foolishly, "Father, you look good~"
Emperor Mingxi always hated people praising his appearance, but he couldn't help feeling proud in front of his son.
He snorted softly, "How else could a little god like you be born?"
The little prince's brain turned twice before he gradually understood what he meant. He rubbed his face again and said, "Same~"
We are equally good-looking.
Emperor Mingxi laughed, and all the irritability he had felt in the past few days disappeared.
He touched his son's soft belly and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"
Wu Zhonghe hadn't heard the emperor call him for a long time, and he felt a little anxious. Could he have guessed wrong? Now that he heard the voices inside, he felt relieved.
The little prince must have woken up.
As expected, the emperor called on his attendants to bring some drinks and snacks that were easy to digest.
Wu Zhonghe brought the honey-glazed milk that the prince used to love to drink, as well as the Eight Treasures Cake.
This Eight Treasures Cake is a secret recipe passed down from ancestors by the imperial physician Chen Shi of this dynasty. The little prince is born with congenital deficiencies, and this Eight Treasures Cake has the effect of "resisting aging, strengthening the body and bones, and nourishing the spleen and stomach" after taking it for a hundred days, so it is also a cake that the little prince often eats.
The taste was just so-so, but the little prince was easy to feed. He ate everything with relish, so the imperial kitchen prepared some extra medicinal food for the little prince.
In the past, the little guy would drink the milk in one gulp, but today he had to use Qiao Rang to feed Emperor Mingxi.
Emperor Mingxi naturally agreed and fed his youngest son mouthful after mouthful of sweet milk.
Unexpectedly, the little guy was so happy eating that he even said a few words, "Father, shame on you."
He saw his father crying.
Emperor Mingxi blushed and quickly took out a piece of Eight Treasures Cake from the plate and stuffed it into the little guy's mouth. "You talk too much, little brat."
Yan Chengyu, whose mouth was blocked, said: "......"
Father, shame on you!
1002 laughed foolishly in the child's consciousness, "Hehe, it's rising again, rising, rising."
Seeing his son chewing like a little squirrel with his cheeks puffed out, he didn't forget to accuse himself with his eyes.
Emperor Mingxi coughed lightly and changed the subject.
"That Wen Hui, I asked the imperial physician to cure his muteness. Would you mind letting him accompany you tomorrow?"
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