Who has greater concentration, the court official or the fat boy?
If it were normal times, he would undoubtedly be a court official.
Today it is quite the opposite.
Xiang Jing was usually the most slovenly dressed person, except when he was in front of the emperor, where he would dress a little more conservatively. In front of his colleagues, he was unruly.
Today, he was wearing a long gown, looking brand new from head to toe, and his expression was much more dignified and solemn.
He just glanced at the young prince, but the young prince didn't even look at him.
Xiang Jing was a little unsteady on his feet. He strode quickly to the little fat boy, bowed, and then asked impatiently, "Your Highness, have you seen anything?"
After losing the system's ability to intuitively identify emotions, the little fat boy can only make the distinctions on his own.
The fat baby looked Xiang Jing up and down very seriously, and when Xiang Jing straightened his chest and looked expectantly.
He said decisively, "My dear, it's very hot!"
"Puff——" 1002 rolled on the ground in the consciousness space, laughing very loudly.
The court officials couldn't help laughing at first, but after looking at themselves, they silently restrained their expressions.
We are all wanderers in this world, so why should we laugh at Mr. Xiang?
The loud laughter played in a 360-degree loop in the little fat boy's mind. The little fat boy listened to the laughter and looked at Xiang Jing's chapped face.
He doesn't understand at all.
It was the coldest time of the year and all the court officials were wearing very little. Even the fish could see them secretly wiping their noses.
Besides, they didn't care that the fish were late.
My father said that when something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
Normally, when Yu'er did something about getting married, the court officials would just submit a memorial and give her some subtle advice.
In serious cases, they would threaten the little fat boy to hit his head and die on the Xuan Zheng Hall.
Today he made his subjects stand in the freezing cold for such a long time.
Isn't it that as soon as the fish arrives, he will say sternly, "Your Highness, you shouldn't do this."
Who knew that things would not develop as Yuer had expected.
They didn't even say a word, they just walked around in front of the fish, oh!
Mr. Xiang was still fanning himself in the middle of winter.
Hiss, the fish looks cold.
It was because Xiang Jing was fanning him gently that the little fat boy decided that he was very hot.
If it weren't for body heat, who would be crazy enough to fan themselves in winter?
After the little fat boy said this, Xiang Jing became listless at a speed visible to the naked eye. For a moment, he became as lazy and procrastinating as before.
Fish behave like this when they are unhappy, the little fat boy thought to himself as he looked at him.
But he didn't know what was going on. When he wanted to ask again, the court officials lowered their heads and stood behind him one by one.
Silently urging him to walk faster in front.
The fat baby pursed his lips helplessly, but ultimately did not speak. The group walked on the road in silence.
Everyone seems a little unhappy. Is there something wrong with Yuer?
The little fat boy could vaguely sense something.
He wanted to ask, but didn't know how to start.
I had no choice but to keep silent and walk vigorously with my short legs.
1002 had originally decided not to tell him, but now seeing his pursed lips, it was obvious that he wanted to ask a lot of questions.
But due to the status of the little emperor.
Who can bear to see him wither?
How could you bear to see your energetic and lively little cat look listless?
1002 rolled over, cursing himself for being such a loser, while whispering to the fat kid, "They changed their clothes and are in their best spirits to participate in your award ceremony."
The little fat boy paused and stood in front without moving.
The crowd remained silent, waiting obediently with their heads down.
Perhaps His Highness has seen some flowers and plants again and is feeling curious.
Xiang Jing thought sourly, all flowers and grass look the same. He dressed up specially today, so how come His Highness couldn't see it?
"The fish didn't understand." The little fat boy curled up his fingers, with a hint of confusion on his fair face.
He didn't know what the connection was between the two.
1002 leaned close to the little fat boy and spoke in the softest tone, which made flowers bloom in the little boy's heart: "Didn't my little boy say yesterday that after losing his father, he would be alone? They love you and care about you, so they took care of themselves and let everything go with you. Let the people see that no one has ever treated you harshly. They also want to tell my little boy that they have you in their hearts."
The little fat boy was stunned. He was always conceited and self-satisfied. When he heard that others liked him, he shook his head and said, "The fish is worth it."
Now he was a little panicked, and looked a little unconfident: "But they say that Yu'er is young and has a serious mind, so he is not suitable to be the emperor."
"Humans are like weeds, they go wherever the wind blows. Of course, people like them have been driven away by the cubs, and those who remain are all royalists. Humans are contradictory, isn't my cub the same?" 1002 spoke slowly, just like the emperor in the past.
He answered his questions with great patience.
He didn't want to say anything good about these people, but that's just how human beings are.
Under certain conditions, people always say a lot of hurtful words.
They have mouths, as if they were born to hurt each other, unlike the system, where the mouth is just a symbol.
Some of these people may have said that Guai Zai was too young to rule the country too early, but they would never say that he was too thoughtful.
Because in the eyes of these people, only by being more thoughtful can one be a better emperor.
The little fat boy's eyelashes trembled slightly. Under 1002's surprised gaze, he suddenly turned around and rushed straight towards the net.
Like an arrow shot from a bow, a charging cannonball, with unstoppable force.
It hit Xiang Jing's abdomen hard.
Xiang Jing groaned, then picked him up, changed his lazy look, and looked around with sharp eyes.
The court officials also gathered quickly and blocked the little fat boy behind them.
"Your Highness, is there any danger?" The courtiers had also heard about the little fat boy's miraculous deeds, and Xiang Jing had heard the emperor brag about it countless times.
Seeing his sudden movement, I thought he sensed danger.
The little fat boy didn't answer. He pulled out his arms, where he had been pressed so hard that his face was now a little red.
The stars in the sky twinkled in his eyes: "My dear, you are so handsome and elegant today!"
Xiang Jing was stunned. He opened and closed his mouth again and again, but only one word came out: "Huh?"
The fat kid, anxious to praise the next minister, broke free and went to the next minister.
Words of praise are like a torrent of water, flowing endlessly.
The court officials had heard the words that Fatty used countless times. After all, those who could stand here possessed a position of power that others could hardly reach.
But the good words were said by the fat boy. He was not only an emperor, nor was he just a little god. He was the little prince who grew up in front of his ministers.
The former emperor had told them countless times how smart, well-behaved and cute the prince was.
The court officials also saw a lot from various things.
But when this true feeling falls on them, it seems so precious and pure.
So the scene became one of the little emperor skipping and walking in front, with the courtiers following him in a daze with dazed and unbelievable eyes.
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