"But......" Mu Xiaomeow bit her lower lip, looking a little aggrieved, "Although Brother Shuo is very good, Xiaomeow doesn't like him." Not to mention his deep affection for Mrs. Nayu, just the jealous woman in his house is already out.

The emperor sighed, knowing in his heart: "Suo'er is indifferent and unsatisfactory, plus ......" seemed to think of something, and suddenly darkened his face.

"That's it, but the candidate for the throne must be him, if Xiao Meow is afraid that he will do something in the future......"

As he spoke, the emperor put his skinny hand into the dragon pillow and slowly took it out, only to see a piece of jasper appearing in front of Mu Xiaomeow's eyes.

"This is a ban, a token that has been passed down from generation to generation by monarchs from ancient times to suppress imperial power, and what is in charge is a terrifying cult. Many years ago, the ancestor was worried that future generations would produce rebels, so he asked his friends to found a cult, only each generation of monarchs can know the role of this cult, and outsiders should only be rebels in the martial arts. You are my favorite child, and in order to prevent anything from happening, I will entrust you with this ban that has been passed down from generation to generation, first, to protect you, and secondly, if Suo'er really does something to hurt you, you can also pull him off the throne in one fell swoop, after all, it is up to you to choose the choice of the throne. ”

Mu Xiaomeow took the jasper, looked at this delicate and small thing that determined the survival of the country in a daze, and was stunned for a while.

"The cult is just a small sect, but it has the potential to destroy the country?"

The emperor shook his head mysteriously: "The cult is considered first-class in the martial arts, and on the surface it seems to be bloodthirsty and evil, but the mainland is a territory where many capable people gather, and the talented people in it have their own financial resources, which are passed down from the ancestral emperor's generation for the younger generations to inherit and save, and they are all selected talents." It's just that it's low-key so that people don't notice. ”

"In this way, no one can bully Little Meow." Mu Xiaomeow pondered for a moment, suddenly raised her chin, and smiled like a flower.

"Hmm." The emperor nodded, his face was a little pale for a moment, "So Xiao Meow agreed?" There seemed to be some eagerness in his tone.

Mu Xiaomeow put away the jasper and nodded with a smile: "Okay, it's not a loss anyway." ”

After getting Mu Xiaomeow's answer, the emperor was able to feel at ease, "Xiaomeow, you go out first, and call Gonggong Li in." ”

"Why don't you call the prince?" Mu Xiaomeow asked suspiciously.

"How can I let them see me like this." The emperor shook his head, his eyes were a little melancholy, but his tone was stubborn and indisobedient.

Mu Xiaomeow took a deep look at the emperor with a sad face on the bed, and a moment of complexity flashed in his eyes, and then he walked out of the hall in response.