"The little princess has a thousand years of life!"
"Father, what's wrong with them?"
"They are disobedient and make their father angry. Should he lock them up?" Zhu Minglie bent down and hugged Xiao Qiluo in his arms and asked.
After hearing this, Xiao Qiluo looked at the person kneeling on the ground and trembling. He looked at Zhu Minglie again, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Father, the king is a boat; the common man is water."
It is also; water carries a boat, and water casts a boat. It means that you are like a boat, and the vast majority of people are like river water. Water can carry the boat or submerge the boat.
Father, you must tolerate their mistakes so that they will love Father more.”
"Is that true?" Zhu Minglie looked at the person kneeling on the ground and asked Qiluo, "Don't you want me to punish them?"
"Um."
"Okay, Father listens to you. You all get up and go down."
After hearing this, the slaves kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you the Emperor to atone for your sins, and thank you Princess for mercy in Jinkou."
"Father is just not very happy, don't resent your father." Xiao Qiluo said.
"Yes, yes, the little princess is a thousand years old, a thousand years old."
The slaves left gratefully for Qi Luo.
"Father, what's wrong with you? Why are you unhappy?" Xiao Qiluo raised his hand and stroked Zhu Minglie's depressed eyebrows and asked.
"The father misses Qiluo, and Qiluo always doesn't come to see him. Of course, the father is unhappy."
When Xiao Qiluo heard this, she looked at Zhu Minglie's eyes. Her eyes were extremely clear, without any dust, like two bright and unattainable stars in the sky, brilliant, distant, beautiful, and innocent.
"Father, I'm sorry, mom said you're not very happy, so I didn't come to find you." Xiao Qiluo reached out to block Zhu Minglie's neck, leaned his little head against his shoulder, and whispered.
"Silly girl, why can't my father blame you?" Zhu Minglie held Xiao Qiluo in his arms and spoke in a very doting voice.
*
The Thirteenth Prince's Mansion.
Zhu Yetong rode horses and archery in the palace all day long, and he was depressed and irritable, and his things were pounding. He almost smashed all the valuable things in the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion, and the valuables began to be smashed.
No matter where Zhu Yetong goes, someone stares at him secretly!
He was expelled from the emperor and put under house arrest, and was not allowed to participate in political affairs or enter the palace. The Thirteenth Prince's Mansion became his prison.
There was a low pressure in the palace.
Zuo Mu, Xiaoshan and Xiaoguozi dared to watch Zhu Yetong shooting arrows and riding horses from afar, venting his excessive energy.
"Bang bang bang..." The sandbag on the martial arts field was almost pierced by him.
"well……"
"well……"
"Grandpa Guo, can you not sigh on the left and sigh again and look like a girl? Haven't you seen our Thirteenth Master get upset? You are still here to join in the fun."
"Why are you talking? Why did I join in the fun? I...I...I am so sad for my little ancestor..." Xiao Guozi said while wiping her tears, "Our Thirteenth Master, what?
I have suffered such hardships and grievances at this time. Now I am fine. The late emperor passed away and the dungeon has also been seated. Today, he is still locked up in the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion and he is not allowed to go out. When the late emperor was alive,
Our Thirteenth Master is a treasure in our palm. The emperor is so unethical now. How can he treat people like this? Our Thirteenth Master was so nice to him before..."
After hearing this, Zuo Mu quickly covered Xiaoguozi's mouth, looked around vigilantly, and said in a low voice, "Shut up! There are ears in the partition walls. Don't you know that the emperor's bronze door is everywhere? Your own eunuch's life is lost.
"Don't argue, Thirteenth Master is here." Xiaoshan said.
Zhu Yetong took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped his sweat. He was tall and handsome, and every movement was filled with infinite vitality and majesty. The appropriately tailored black and red riding outfit set off his slender figure.
Extraordinary heroic posture.
"Thirteenth Master..." The three of them bowed to Zhu Yetong.
"How is the situation in the palace?"
"This..." Zuo Mu looked at Zhu Yetong, then looked at Xiaoguozi and Xiaoshan, not knowing what to say.
"What happened?" Zhu Ye Tong asked with a frown.
"Return to the Thirteenth Master, Xiaohe left the palace today. She told me that the emperor had issued an imperial edict to confer the title of Princess Liusu as the queen, climb the Linglong Pagoda together, and announce it to the world." Xiaoshan took Zuo Mu's words and said.
"What?" Zhu Yetong heard this and threw the bow and arrow in his hand to the ground, shouting, "Zuo Mu, go to my room and bring my father's will to me!"
It was the rainy day that I had planned to see that the fourth brother would come to this point before he prepared the imperial edict for him.
"Thirteenth Master, what are you...what are you going to do?" Zuo Mu felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"I want to steal the bride!! I have been given a marriage by the late emperor! How can I allow the emperor to do this great thing that is so damn bad to the world!"
"In addition, bring my handsome seal!" Zhu Yetong ordered decisively.
"Master Thirteenth, what are you going to do?" Xiao Guozi and Zuo Mu looked at each other and asked nervously!
"I will lead the soldiers of the three armies to enter the palace!"
*
On the training ground, the hunting flag fluttered, and the rustling wind slapped the black-backed white-character flag with the big words "Thirteen".
The bronze skin, the golden battle robe, the black door, and the three colors intersected, were so thrilling.
Suddenly, the drums suddenly sounded, thick and steady, like thunder and cannons, rolling between the sky and the earth.
Zhu Yetong is dressed in military uniform, handsome and elegant, domineering and arrogant, which can make the world lose its color.
Standing in front of him were the well-trained armies, reflecting the sunshine, and the armor was shining with a cold light, and a sense of solemn and oppressive feeling came towards him.
Zhu Yetong walked through a long road surrounded by tens of thousands of swords and iron armor. His head was raised high from beginning to end, his spirit was flying, and his eyes shining brightly.
He walked onto the oath platform and let everyone see themselves clearly.
"Are you willing to follow me?" The arrogant momentum was all on these eight words.
"I wish to follow Thirteenth Master!"
"I wish to follow Thirteenth Master!"
"I wish to follow Thirteenth Master!"
The training ground was thundering and thundering, and the sounds were shaking the sky. It seemed that an inevitable war would come.