"Step back." Wu Zhonghe unfolded the paper in his sleeve. The emperor just glanced at it and took in all the words on it.
He uttered a nearly inaudible muttering.
Wu Zhonghe had long been accustomed to the emperor's indifference. He put the paper aside and walked away in small steps.
Emperor Mingxi gently combed the child's hair, their hot skin touching to protect the chubby little boy from the cold wind.
Her face was rosy and she slept like a pig, occasionally nudging herself in the emperor's arms.
"Five years..." The emperor thought about the number the child told him, which really frightened him.
He couldn't help but think about it.
Just a hundred or so poor people could provide him with so much life.
When he asked people to investigate, they only found out a relatively simple fact.
There is nothing we can do about it. After all, no one knows where these people came from.
After the natural disaster, the other two countries were severely affected.
All those who knew about it are dead, and the emperor never even glanced at it, so this is the only possible result.
He could only guess and deduce.
These people will definitely be able to provide great help to his children in governing the country.
This is very good, I should cherish my blessings.
The emperor thought so again.
The night flows slowly, turning over the day.
The little fat boy slept very soundly. When he woke up, the hall was empty.
Only wisps of blue clouds rise up and linger in the hall, making it look like a fairyland.
The little fat boy blinked his eyes and looked at the palace where smoke was rising everywhere. He felt like he was dreaming.
Perhaps due to long hours of fatigue, he did not notice his father beside him and simply closed his eyes again.
Thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the cheek, and the little fat boy rubbed the soft pillow twice.
It is so comfortable to sleep, as if the whole person is lying in the soft white clouds, and all the heavy thoughts and doubts leave him.
The mood of the fat baby is as bright as the clear sky.
The heart and soul are so light.
Emperor Mingxi watched helplessly as his son crawled around like a silkworm.
"Cough——" A clear cough escaped from the Saint's lips.
The little fat boy was stunned for a moment. He slowly turned his head and saw his father leaning beside him lazily.
There was still a hint of a smile on her lips as she looked at him.
"I'm not dreaming!" The fat baby pinched his face hard, making his chubby cheeks red.
Emperor Mingxi didn't even look at him, but just rang the bell, and then palace maids came in one after another, holding clothes and coming forward.
He knelt silently in greeting to the little prince.
The emperor had already burned the clothes he wore yesterday because they were an eyesore to him.
The little fat boy obviously knew his father very well and had no intention of resisting. He changed his clothes casually.
He had many questions in his heart, but seeing that His Majesty had already picked up the memorial to review it, he asked curiously, "Father, so early?"
The silly baby wondered why his father was reviewing memorials in the morning, after all, he was not seen at night before.
Emperor Mingxi replied calmly, "I'm taking a day off today and haven't attended court yet. I need to take a look first."
The little fat boy believed it without a doubt and showed his sincere admiration for his father - he served as a little palace servant around the emperor, grinding ink and making tea.
The Emperor took a sip of his tea and asked, "Your Highness, are you free today?"
The little fat boy twisted his butt and shook his head: "No." That's strange, he just didn't want to disturb the emperor, and waited for the emperor to finish reviewing the memorials so that he could help him solve his problems.
Emperor Mingxi was so wise that he would not be distracted and thought about the child's idea.
He didn't say anything, just said: "Then help me."
With a slight raise of his hand, Wu Zhonghe gave a small half of the memorial to the fat baby. The fat baby took it with a pout and staring eyes.
He looked very reluctant, but when he actually did it, he was fully committed.
The situation where my younger sister Wenhua took the memorial upside down will never happen again.
Now that the empire was settled, most of the memorials were greetings, and a few were reports of the situation, so the fat boy read them very quickly, scanning ten lines at a glance.
The red pen was filled with ink and was glowing bright red.
He subconsciously picked up the pen, wanting to write something on the memorial, but hesitated and put it aside.
Emperor Mingxi was multitasking, keeping an eye on him. When he saw him stop writing, he also put down the memorial and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
The little fat boy raised his head and looked at the emperor.
Ruo Ruo said: "I don't like writing."
He was lying, and the emperor saw through it at a glance.
The little fool loved to scribble, and when he skipped school every day, his books were filled with the masterpieces of this great calligrapher.
But the child didn't say anything, and the emperor was a little confused at the moment, so he had to let him go.
The father and son worked together and they had almost finished seeing the whole thing in just an hour.
The fat boy divided the memorial into two parts and placed the part that needed to be reviewed by the emperor on the right.
Those who need to write the word "read" are placed on the left.
The palace servants occasionally added tea and poured water, but looking at the serious expression on the little prince's face, they couldn't help but sigh.
He was so young, yet he could manage government affairs in an orderly manner.
After all, he is a god.
After looking at the paper for such a long time, Emperor Mingxi quickly picked up his pen, wanting to write replies to the memorials in one go.
When he finished writing, he saw the little fat boy holding a memorial and refusing to put it down for a long time.
"Yuer?"
Emperor Mingxi called him, but the little fat boy acted as if he didn't hear him until he finished reading the memorial word for word.
Then he slowly looked up.
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