Brother, who are you?
1002 flew back to the cub with a complicated expression, and the vague wailing finally stopped ringing in the little fat cub's mind.
He dropped his hands and exhaled heavily.
Jiayi carried the little prince on his back and ran at the fastest speed in his life.
"How dare you!" The imperial guards drew their swords and stared at Jiayi.
No matter who it is, they will stop anyone who breaks in without permission.
The little fat boy poked his head out from behind and said in a weak voice, "Make way."
Your Highness has given an order, and no one dares to disobey.
The guards put their weapons back into their sheaths, each with a puzzled look on their faces.
What happened to your Highness?
The little fat boy no longer had the energy to tell them, the most important thing now was to tell his father.
The majestic emperor sat high on the dragon throne, looking down at his ministers who were arguing with each other.
In recent days, auspicious signs have been seen in various places, and all kinds of birds and beasts have appeared in groups.
Reports from counties and prefectures all said that this was a sign of prosperity.
But Emperor Mingxi did not think so. He believed that there must be something wrong when things were abnormal.
He summoned all the ministers today for this matter.
There are all kinds of things to say, but they are all irrelevant.
His Majesty thought it was all nonsense.
Emperor Mingxi looked coldly at the people who were arguing fiercely, and said with a smile: "They are just sitting there doing nothing."
At this time, she was still acting in front of him.
I am still too lenient towards them.
The people who were scolded lowered their heads and dared not say anything else.
In the past, when the emperor was in a bad mood, they would behave like this, making it seem like they were always busy for the court.
Who would have known that His Majesty actually knew.
I'm afraid that in the past, looking at them was like looking at monkeys.
Just as the emperor was about to get angry, he saw the crowd dispersing on both sides like a tide.
He was slightly stunned, and then saw his child walking towards him.
After glancing at the ministers who were secretly rejoicing, the emperor stepped down the jade steps and took the child's hand.
The palm of his hand was slippery. The emperor lowered his eyes and saw that his face was flushed.
My lips were still a little chapped, and my heart sank.
Wu Zhonghe saw the little prince outside the hall and hurriedly brought him tea.
The emperor took it and handed it to the little fat boy's mouth.
Like a fish that is about to die of thirst encountering water, it opens its mouth and swallows in big gulps.
The emperor placed his hand on his back and patted it gently, then paused.
Another burst of wetness.
He turned his eyes away, suppressing all anger.
"My son?" Concerned eyes and gentle tone.
All of them show his love.
The little fat boy recovered his breath and tugged at the corner of the Saint's clothes: "Father, there is a natural disaster!"
The room was completely silent.
What are natural disasters? They are storms, earthquakes, and devastating floods.
It is often the anger of God that is sent down by the emperor because he is dissatisfied with him, and the emperor will issue an edict of self-blame.
Where did the little prince hear this? If he said it in the court, it would be a disguised expression of dissatisfaction with the emperor's rule.
My fellow courtiers, your eyes look to your nose, and your nose to your heart.
Faced with these words that would shake his rule, the emperor remained calm and only asked with concern: "How will my son know?"
The divine right of kings was just a cloak that the imperial court of the past gave itself to maintain its legitimacy.
Over time, people came to believe it without a doubt, but the emperor never believed it.
The only time I have faith is to ask all the gods and Buddhas to protect my children.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
"She told me." The little fat boy pointed to the sky.
The news that the prince was the reincarnation of an immortal had spread throughout Dazhao.
Everyone in Dazhao believed it without a doubt.
After hearing this, everyone below felt a little frightened.
"Why is that?"
"Are you dissatisfied with the emperor?" The man said hastily, and everyone's eyes turned to him.
He suddenly felt like crying but had no tears left, and just said it casually.
Fortunately, the emperor did not look away at this moment.
But he didn't care. Someone would stand up for him and say, "Come on, drag him out and give him a beating."
The little fat boy was so angry that his eyes were like fire, as if he wanted to burn this man to death.
He was known for his kindness, but now he was extremely cold and hard.
The man cried and begged on the ground, but he couldn't get any mercy from the little fat boy.
Pei Hangqing looked at the man sarcastically. He dared to say anything. He was really looking for death.
Bodhisattvas also have times when they get angry.
After the man was dragged out, the court officials came forward one by one.
Throughout history, natural disasters have inevitably resulted in countless casualties.
Even a prosperous and powerful country would suffer serious damage.
No one can help but pay attention to it.
"May I ask, Your Highness, does Heaven have any revelation?"
"What kind of natural disaster is it?"
"On what day and month?"
The little fat boy knows nothing about anything.
He only saw the tragic scene and heard the wailing. The little fat boy didn't know anything else.
Now everyone's eyes were filled with suspicion. Could it be that His Highness had a nightmare and was talking nonsense?
Looking at the little prince's messy hair, I realized that he had indeed woken up and hurried over.
The little fat boy could clearly sense the emotions of the crowd. He knew that most people would only believe such words at face value.
“Father————” The little fat boy turned around and looked at his father, the Emperor Mingxi, but he didn’t say anything and just touched his head.
He said in a deep voice, "From today on, the entire nation must prepare for the arrival of natural disasters. There must be no mistakes."
There is no need to ask whether he believes it or not. As a father, how can he not believe in his own children?
"Dismiss the court."
Officials walked together in twos and threes, looking at each other, and finally asked, "Can you trust me, sir?"
"We can't help but believe it."
"With such a big commotion, I'm afraid the national treasury will be empty."
"In ancient times, King You of Zhou played tricks on the princes with beacon fires. Now, there is the Holy Lord..."
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