Although there are fewer clothes to wear in the spring, Murong Lin must wear a cloak as long as he goes out, and if he doesn't wear it, he will make trouble, of course Yuegui can only rely on him, compared to smashing other people's heads with a porcelain bottle, this is nothing at all.

The most hateful thing is that the flattering and pet-loving people in the Internal Affairs Office, knowing that the little prince likes to smash people with fine porcelain bottles, actually rushed to make a batch of white-glazed fine porcelain bottles, which were specially for him to smash and play.

She ran to the head of the Internal Affairs Office, but they laughed, but they used the emperor to block her, "Aunt Yuegui, this matter was asked by the emperor, and the emperor gave permission." ”

Yes, what else can I say, the emperor has agreed, and she can surpass the emperor as a little palace maid?

She knew that because the emperor turned a blind eye, the talents below took the opportunity to take advantage of the loopholes, and anyway, it would be enough to make the little prince happy. They all want to be good servants of their masters, although the prince is small, the emperor will put it in his eyes.

She sighed faintly, the small figure in the sight walked with her head held high and walked very imposingly, she looked at it a little funny in the back, when Mo Ronglin walked, she paid special attention to the tail of the cloak, if she found that the tail was crooked to the side, she would stop and wave her fingers to rearrange the tail, so as she walked, she would see two little eunuchs from time to time bowing down and picking up the gorgeous cloak tail, cleaning it up, and laying it flat directly behind the little prince, and the little man was satisfied with moving forward.

Walking and walking to the Changbao Palace, the emperor was still in the court, the hall was quiet all around, and the guards holding spears were wearing armor and standing on their posts with expressionless faces. Usually no one is allowed to approach here, but the little prince is an exception, watching his small figure slowly approach, the guards follow him, but no one dares to scold him.

Yuegui felt that it was inappropriate, and whispered to Mo Ronglin: "Your Highness, Your Highness, come, Aunt Yuegui will take you to play elsewhere." ”

Murong Lin turned a deaf ear, and walked around among the guards, touching this one's knee pads, and pulling that robe, Yuegui had no choice but to step forward and pull him.

Who knew that Murong Lin shook her hard, and bared her teeth, Yuegui's heart jumped, and she didn't dare to squeak anymore. She has been with Murong Lin for the longest time, and she knows him best, don't look at the little prince who listens to her most of the time, but he doesn't recognize his six relatives when he is horizontal, as soon as he bars his teeth, he expresses his dissatisfaction, she wants to insist on it again, and Murong Lin will definitely make trouble on the spot. What kind of place is this, how dare she make a fuss and die?

The little prince walked through it as if it were fun, and finally stopped at the front of the steps, and he looked up at the majestic and majestic hall in front of him, where the supreme imperial power was. There is a large plaque hanging on the high lintel, and the four big characters on the glazed royal blue background shine in the sun.

He squinted for a moment, then walked up on his short legs.

On either side of the stairs, every few steps, two guards stood opposite each other. The big knife on his shoulder, the spear he held, tall and burly, his face was cold, which made people daunting, but Mo Ronglin was not afraid at all, his eyes did not squint, and he walked calmly between them.

Yuegui stood at the bottom, watching the little figure drift away, her face turned white with fright, she wanted to go up and take him down, but she was afraid of being driven away by the guards, so she had to look at Ning Jiu standing at the door of the main hall for help, but unfortunately, Lord Ning was also attracted by the little prince and did not receive her eyes for help.

Yuegui was in a hurry, and when she turned around, she saw Jia Tong, and immediately grabbed him as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, "Stop the prince quickly, go and take His Highness down, it's going to be a big disaster." ”

Jia Tong had actually seen it a long time ago, but what could he do, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "No one can get close to the main hall at this time, do you want me to die?" ”

The little prince arrived at the gate of the palace. glanced at Ning Jiu, saw that he didn't mean to help him, and he didn't say anything, bent down, climbed over from the high threshold, and when he got inside, he put his hands on the ground, his buttocks cocked, and stood up, not forgetting to tidy up his small cloak first, and then take steps.

As soon as Murong Lin appeared at the door, the emperor saw him, his cold and hard face softened in an instant, and the courtiers below noticed the emperor's expression, they were very surprised, and they all looked sideways, and soon, a small figure appeared in everyone's sight.

The civil and military officials stood on both sides of the main hall, in the middle was a large short-pile blanket with crimson flowers and wealth, everyone watched, Murong Lin walked on the blanket with his head held high, although there was no sound, but he walked very imposingly, until he walked under the Dan Majesty, and then bent down, and climbed up with his hands and feet, just like a year ago, he was in Nanyuan, and he also climbed on the dragon chair of the Nanyuan Empress with both hands and feet.

The hall was silent, everyone's eyes were focused on the little prince who was struggling to climb, Hao Pingguan stood on the left side of the emperor's seat, his heart was about to rise to his throat, for fear that the little prince would fall from the high platform unsteadily, and he wanted to step forward to help him, but the atmosphere in the hall was too weird, the emperor was sitting upright, and the ministers were holding their breath, he didn't dare to move.

Obviously, his worries were superfluous, although His Majesty Dan was tall, Murong Lin took one step at a time, steadily, and the courtiers only saw the gorgeous tail silently crossing the high stairs until he climbed to the feet of the emperor, and then stood up with the legs of the chair, which was simply done in one go.

The stunned courtiers all breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had come to life, the emperor reached out and picked him up and put him on his lap, his calm gaze swept over the courtiers' faces one by one, "Let's move on." ”

The courtiers have all seen the wind and waves, and they cooperate quite tacitly, as if nothing happened just now, and continue to go to court in an orderly manner.

So, in the hundreds of years of the Dongyue Dynasty, for the first time in the dragon chair of the Jinluan Palace, there were two people sitting at the same time, which was a breathtaking scene, but in Hao Pingguan's eyes, it was a sad scene, just like an ordinary people's home, the widower who died of his wife and his young children depended on each other, and he had to take it with him everywhere.

The emperor was a little worried at first, afraid that the child would be too young to sit still and would be noisy, but Murong Lin had to behave very unexpectedly, he was very quiet. Even though he sat on his lap, his back was straight, and his two big eyes looked indifferently at the courtiers below. He looked at Mo Ronglin sideways and found that there seemed to be a slight glow in his dull eyes.

Murong Lin probably regarded this as a new game, and enjoyed it. Every day, he would go to the dragon chair of the Jinluan Hall to sit on the dragon chair during the time of the previous court, and accept the worship of the courtiers below with a pride beyond his age.

There was a lot of discussion about this in the palace, but no one dared to stand up blatantly and accuse the little prince of destroying the order of the court. The emperor spoiled him as an eyeball, who would dare to hit the mountain? Even those officials only dared to say it in private, and did not dare to poke it on the table.