The chubby little boy, who was doted on by everyone, had no idea what everyone was thinking. He just held the jade seal, which was bigger than his face, and happily showed it to Emperor Mingxi.
The emperor took the imperial seal and a smile appeared on his lips.
The emperor's slender fingertips touched the imperial seal, and he thought in a good mood, "Yes, this is a good match for my son."
He looked at the big hole on his body with disgust. If it weren't for you, I would have led the soldiers to expand the territory for Your Highness.
Now the time, place and people are all right, all we need is the east wind.
The little fat boy took well to the excited crowd and their fanatical looks.
Everyone knows the troubles of fish.
It often drives people crazy because it is too popular.
He is a cub with magical powers.
The little fat Pokémon led his father back to the palace, but the emperor's injury had not healed yet.
The fat baby knew clearly that he had a terrible sleeping posture because his father had pulled the clothes off his face countless times.
After Emperor Mingxi was injured, the little fat boy took his quilt and wanted to go to the side hall to sleep.
But the emperor did not allow it.
He has to keep an eye on his child.
Otherwise, how could he feel at ease?
The fat boy was holding the imperial seal, sleeping soundly. The emperor watched as a ray of moonlight fell on his face, while the fat boy frowned.
Emperor Mingxi looked up and saw the big hole in the hall that his son did not allow to be repaired.
I've already thought of an excuse to use.
The hair stuck to his chubby face, but Emperor Mingxi drank the bitter medicine without changing his expression.
There was no intention of coaxing her in front of her son.
Picking the stray hairs from his face, the emperor stroked his face and asked, "What virtue and ability have I possessed?"
I have such a caring, well-behaved and lovely son.
His Majesty was a little dazed.
The world favors him and God blesses him, what can I give him?
The chubby little boy, who was soundly sleeping, muttered something. The emperor quickly leaned over to listen, and only heard him say, "Father, Ding Ding."
No more extra words will be heard.
Emperor Mingxi patted his back gently and hummed an unknown tune.
His voice was clear and cold, like a stone hitting clear spring water.
Quiet and beautiful.
The little fat boy slowly opened his eyes and said, "Father, I dreamed that you turned into a pile of poop."
The tender-hearted Saint...
Take a deep breath and keep reminding yourself, they are your own children, your own children.
"Hmm." He typed the word heavily. If he were a court official, he would probably kneel down and beg for mercy on the spot.
But the little fat boy blinked, carefully avoided his father's wound, and slowly put his face on his arm: "You seem angry."
"I don't have any."
"Is it because I called you daddy?"
"Oh."
The little fat boy showed an expression of helplessness, as if he could only pamper you: "Don't be angry, both Ding Dings are daddy."
The main system that was caught in the crossfire: 6
It's completely different from the warm and affectionate picture.
In the Mobei Kingdom, the current monarch, with disheveled clothes and bloodshot eyes, stood under the dark night sky.
At the Yin hour in late May, the sky was a little hazy white.
The King of Mobei stared at the white speck, his voice hoarse: "God is unfair. He sent a killer god to save Dazhao, and now he also sent down immortals to make plans for Dazhao."
The palace maid beside him added clothes for him, but he stared at the maid with a vicious look and said, "Do you also believe in that little immortal who was sent by heaven?"
The maid lowered her head in panic and denied it repeatedly: "I dare not, I dare not."
But in his heart he blamed the king.
In the past, the little immortal from Dazhao once sent someone to warn the king about natural disasters.
But the king held a banquet with the princes and ministers to ridicule the Emperor Dazhao for being crazy.
Now that the natural disaster has arrived, the yellow sand all over the sky has swept away countless people in Mobei.
But the imperial court couldn't provide food!
The King of Mobei closed his eyes tightly and slammed his hand heavily on the palace wall.
The country will no longer be a country, and the ministers will no longer be ministers.
Now Dazhao is the popular choice, and the divine little prince of Dazhao is the destiny.
You are the one destined to grow up!
Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered. Even if there is peace among the three kingdoms, the people's hearts are now with Dazhao.
He will be a monarch in name only.
Want to unify?
He will never let it go.
Even if Mobei is destroyed, it will not be given to others as a wedding dress.
Little immortal? Die.
There was a dark glint in the eyes of the King of Mobei.
Chu State.
Wen Yan looked at the horrified uncles with a cold expression.
At first, he joined forces with a few others to suppress his brothers, but he ended up becoming a puppet emperor controlled by others.
Although he had doubts in his heart about what the Crown Prince of Dazhao had said, he was also prepared to convince several of his uncles.
Unexpectedly, the uncles did not take him, the emperor, seriously at all.
Wen Yan didn't care at all. Isn't it just lying dormant and hiding?
He is best at disguise.
Unfortunately, Uncle Wang, who was planning with him, knew his true nature well, and Wen Yan knew that he would not live long.
However, the natural disaster had already arrived, and the court was unable to take care of itself, so the princes were eager to put forward a scapegoat.
He, the puppet emperor, now had some power.
How ironic.
The real rulers of the Chu State did not take Wen Yan seriously at all and were thinking of countermeasures on their own.
"Mandate from Heaven? That's not my opinion. I only believe that man can conquer nature."
"Countless people in the country have been killed or injured by natural disasters. Now that a miracle has befallen Dazhao, I'm afraid..."
"Let Wen Yan issue a self-criticism edict. After all, his ancestors were all from the Great Chu, so he can at least win back some of the people's hearts."
"Prince Dazhao must not live!"
Wen Yan lowered his head and listened to several people calling his name directly.
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