Chapter 222 Making a King
Since the little emperor’s background cannot be overturned, let’s start with the little emperor’s abilities.
What can a baby who drinks milk and sleeps be capable of?
Then, create a wise king and force the young emperor to abdicate.
As the saying goes, he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world, and he who governs the country leaves a good reputation.
No matter how rampant those noble families are, they have to put on a mask to cover themselves up.
Lou Li quickly understood this truth.
However, he was thinking, does this fit in with his usual vicious and cruel style?
If he had used his previous methods, he would have simply killed the little emperor and broken the deadlock.
However, Zhu Huaizhen would never allow him to kill innocent people.
Zhu Huaizhen was already unhappy when he killed the evil queen mother at the full moon banquet.
To put it bluntly, Zhu Huai really didn't want him to get his hands dirty.
However, Zhu Huaizhen let him go and ordered him to leave, obviously not wanting to give him any guidance anymore.
Alas, the more you point, the more you expose.
Zhu Huaizhen felt that she should be a lazy and prosperous princess.
So, after Lou Li left, Zhu Huaizhen began to listen to the opera seriously.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Ahem, she is listening to "The Injustice of Dou E" again.
Then, she had an idea.
That night, she slept without a blanket and caught a cold.
"Your Highness, why bother yourself?" Tu Mi felt very sorry.
The cold was mild, but Zhu Huaizhen was afraid of taking herbal remedies, so he went from doctor to doctor, asking for pills. However, pills were all made by Taoist priests and contained excessive mercury. If he didn't want to die early, he should avoid them.
Zhu Huaizhen's cold lasted for about four or five days and became more serious.
Until Chen Ming'an came to the door and asked for a doctor for Zhu Huaizhen.
The doctor promised to make the prescription as sweet as possible.
Then, Chen Mingan personally boiled the medicine and fed it to Zhu Huaizhen.
Zhu Huaizhen took a small sip and pretended to vomit.
"Zhenzhen, good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. Be good." Chen Mingan coaxed her with a spoonful of medicine and a piece of candied fruit, his tone becoming softer and softer.
"Chen Ming'an, am I too weak now?" Zhu Huaizhen sighed weakly.
"There is no willow tree so thick." Chen Mingan whispered.
After hearing this, Tu Mi chuckled and even glanced at Zhu Huaizhen's waist.
Zhu Huaizhen was really unhappy. He turned over and said sullenly, "Chen Mingan, I don't want to see you now. Ali never dislikes my stout figure."
"The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is very busy, busy creating a king." Chen Ming'an sneered.
"What does it mean to create a king?" Zhu Huaizhen suddenly became interested.
After saying that, Chen Mingan stared at Zhu Huaizhen coldly, trying to find some clues.
However, Zhu Huaizhen had been watching and listening to operas for many years and had already acquired acting skills.
She opened her grape-like eyes wide, and apart from curiosity, they were spotless and seemed exceptionally pure.
Haha, she has always been keen on playing the pig and eating the tiger.
"Creating a king means turning an unknown prince into a wise king praised by everyone, forming a sharp contrast with the little emperor who only knows how to drink milk and sleep, and arousing the dissatisfaction of the people." Chen Ming'an's voice was cold.
Then, Chen Ming'an didn't mention creating a king at all, and just chatted with Zhu Huaizhen about all sorts of things, which was so boring.
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