"Your Highness, I have recorded all the disaster-stricken conditions in the area. Please take a look." Pei Hangqing's eyes were red and he had not slept for two days just to present this memorial.
Ministers were not allowed to look directly at the emperor, but Pei Hangqing thought of the young prince's childish face and could not help but say, "I would like to explain this to Your Highness in detail."
All the civil and military officials in the court looked at Pei Hangqing with disdain, knowing that he was just trying to flatter the gods!
Then it became as noisy as a vegetable market, with each peacock spreading its feathers to show off its abilities.
This one said, "Your Highness, I think this policy can be improved."
The other said, "Your Highness, I am willing to donate two hundred thousand taels of silver to help the people."
Wu Zhonghe stood beside the little prince, closed his eyes, and pretended that he didn't hear the lackey-like behavior of these proud ministers.
Who made the little prince a true immortal? If it weren't for the prince, how many more people would have died?
The little fat boy was very majestic in the court. He pushed forward with his two fat hands and the quarreling people stopped talking.
"Have any granaries been damaged? We must be mindful of aftershocks. Minister of Revenue, can the national treasury still hold up? Minister of Rites, remember to write more beautiful articles and circulate them in the disaster-stricken areas every three days."
The little fat boy asked questions in an orderly manner, and those who were called held their heads high and chests puffed out, eager to tell everything they knew.
"Your Highness, only one granary was damaged, but the local county magistrate has already sent people to dig out the buried grain."
"I have daily conversations with the Hanlin Academy, and my beautiful writings will surely be easy to understand and will appease the people."
The little fat boy nodded and said, "I'm going to the resettlement area today."
The court officials naturally disapproved, but the fat boy was just as stubborn as the emperor.
They couldn't do anything to the emperor, so naturally they couldn't do anything to the little fat boy either.
After the devastating natural disaster, although Dazhao had been prepared, the people's morale was still extremely low.
Some people regret not listening carefully to the little god.
Some people stared blankly at the blue brick house that took them half their lifetime to build.
The casualties were not great, but how many people could remain calm in the face of such a natural disaster?
The little fat boy walked into the crowd with his face covered, without causing any commotion.
Because the earthquake had passed, there was so much sand and dust that everyone was covered in it.
Looking at the confused eyes of the people, the little fat boy also felt a little depressed.
There was so much to do, and he didn't know how to do it better.
Yan Huajin was too tall and conspicuous, so he didn't come with us today.
Some of the Heavenly Stems were left behind to assist the court officials, and some were with the Emperor.
The rest followed the little fat boy out.
Jiayi looked at the little fat boy who was trying hard to pretend to be calm, and saw that his slightly hanging hands were trembling.
The leader of the secret guards who had been following him felt extremely distressed and took out a bag of candy from his pocket.
This was the gift Xie Ruyi had given him before, asking him to stop Princess Wanning and report to the emperor, and then she kept it.
Jiayi has been carrying candy with him for the past two months. He thought that if His Highness felt uncomfortable, he would just need to eat something.
"Your Highness, please eat." The little fat boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his heavy mood suddenly dissipated.
My eyes followed the candy.
When A saw him, he felt very happy.
In the court, I wish you to be the almighty emperor.
In private, I hope you remain innocent, bright and love to eat.
The sweet taste spread in his mouth, and the little fat boy narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ding Ding, I will do my best!"
1002 brainless support: You are the best, baby.
The whole day was spent in the resettlement area, and by this time, the sky had already darkened slightly.
The weather in May feels hot and stuffy.
Coupled with the flying dust in the air, it gives people a feeling of suffocation.
The heavy atmosphere became even thicker, and the little fat boy clearly sensed this emotion.
He also received many positive emotions, which turned into longevity.
But most of it was given to Him.
Life expectancy, which used to be ten years, was reduced to seven years in this shock.
Without 1002's knowledge, the little fat boy also secretly transferred energy to him.
The clever fat baby is as smart as the emperor, almost like a demon.
There were many things wrong with him, but right now, he didn't want to pursue them.
It will be very tiring.
"Your Highness, let's go back." A group of people gathered around the little fat boy.
Thinking of the emotions that kept escaping, the little fat boy pursed his lips, pointed to a piece of built high ground, and said, "I want to go up."
No one responded, obviously disagreeing.
It's too dangerous there, where the mud and sand are piled up randomly. Who knows if they will roll down again?
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
Jia Yi and the others didn't say anything, and the little fat boy didn't get angry either. He just raised his hand, and the black owl circling in the sky fell down.
The little fat boy ordered everyone to wait where they were while he soared into the sky on a hawk.
As the rainy season approaches, drizzle floats in the air. The little fat boy is exposed to the sky and earth, but the rain does not touch him at all.
Miracle, reappearance.
It’s not because of 1002, it’s the preference from the world.
1002, who felt that he was a waste, had a good understanding with Zaizai. After realizing what he was thinking, 1002 rummaged through all the boxes and drawers.
1002 asked the newly appeared Him to pick up his fallen eyeballs, one by one, and formed a circle.
The one-eyed 1002 had a frenzied look on his face. He glued his eyes shut while muttering, "Son, even if you become a waste, you can't lose your dignity."
After making preparations, he leaned over and said something to the little fat boy.
The usually obedient cub had a red face and exuded an intoxicating scent all over his body.
The eagle is intoxicated, He is intoxicated.
"Does it have to be like this?" The little fat boy poked his womb, with shame in his dark eyes.
"Must!" 1002 emphasized.
A cluster of flames rose from the darkness, as if reflecting into everyone's heart.
The confused people subconsciously looked in the direction of the fire.
I only heard a whisper: "God said, let there be light."
Boom, it was as if fireworks exploded in my ears.
In an instant, the dark sky was avoided by the sharp blade and circled around forcefully.
One by one, the dots burned into clusters of flames, surrounding the figure in the center.
He was very young, but his dark eyes shone brighter than the flames. His cheeks were flushed, and his small figure stood on the platform, looking shaky.
It was such a soft and fragile child, but he gradually made the confusion and despair in everyone's eyes fade away.
Bang! He knelt heavily and fell to the ground. A huge wave of sound swept over. Staring at the young figure, people shouted with all their might: "Little God!"
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