Emperor Mingxi immediately walked over, took the little ball into his arms, and the two little arms flew onto his fourth son, burying his head and sucking it violently.

Dango: "......??? ”

It took a long time for the group to come back to his senses and began to struggle: "No, no, no! Uncle Huang, poke! You're sucking and poking! This is the belly of the beads! ”

Emperor Mingxi inhaled sharply for a while before raising his face and said with a look of surprise: "Ah! Beads? Why are you blocking here, get out of the way a little, Uncle Huang wants to get close to your fourth brother. ”

The small body of the ball twisted, and it was super hard to move to the side, move, move.

But she is a small meat ball that is being held, and where can she move it again.

So Emperor Mingxi came up again and sucked hard, Tuanzi tried to dodge crookedly, and pushed his big face with his small hand: "Uncle Huang, you suck and poke again!" This is still a bead! Alas! ”

Emperor Ming Xi raised his face and looked strange: "What's the matter!" Zhuzhu, you're blocking us again! Alas! You move this way a little longer. He moved her manually, pinching her little arms, calves, legs, and feet.

The dango was obediently moved by him, and he was a little grateful for his help, and he didn't notice anything wrong at all.

Then Emperor Mingxi finally got his hands on it, put her aside, pretended to hug his son very perfunctorily, and sighed: "Hey, I sucked the wrong two times, we have no energy, Zhuzhu'er, Uncle Huang hug it gently, don't suck your belly, Uncle Huang thinks about Zhuzhu." ”

Tuanzi obediently opened his hand and let Uncle Huang take him into his arms.

Emperor Mingxi carried the little man back to his seat, pinched his little hands, and pinched his calves and legs.

The fragrant and soft little girl is really easy to suck, unlike her son, who is full of strong meat when she is a child, and she is hard everywhere, which is not fun at all.

The fourth prince, a tool man who didn't have a chance to speak or do anything during the whole process, sighed deeply, and then began to report.

He planted the potatoes in three places, one to be safe, and the other to try the planting conditions.

After all, although there is a manual, but, for example, if the sun is sufficient, how can it be considered sufficient? For example, how to count diligence as diligent watering?

But now it seems that all three places are growing very well, that is, this kind of thing is still very leathery, sunlight and water, a little more or a little less is not much difference, which is good news.

While the father and son were talking, Zhu Zhu was crooked on the arm of the imperial uncle, already asleep.

Emperor Mingxi touched the little face of the dumpling, and said to him: "You use the land to plant and guard there every day?" How do you still sprout when dropping? Just go from time to time, don't do less work that should be done, Minglin has something at hand, you also take the time to listen, don't count on a few of us old people for everything. ”

The Fourth Prince: "......"

At this time, it became an old man.

But he understood the meaning, the matter of new grain, the attitude is done, there is no need to stare at it from beginning to end, the main thing is that Sheng Minglin doesn't know what he is doing, at this time it is estimated that Duan Wang Ye is holding the rudder, Emperor Mingxi means to let him take the rudder, mainly let Sheng Minglin do it, in short, all the young people will be used to give them the opportunity to grow.

The four princes should go.

Emperor Ming Xi played with the small hands of the dumplings for a while, and then he held it with one hand and handed it to him like a cat: "Go see your queen mother." ”

The fourth prince nodded, and left with Zhuzhu in his arms.

Zhuzhu took a nap in the queen's palace, and when she woke up, everyone had already arrived.

The most important festival of the Sheng Dynasty is the New Year, including the Lantern Festival, and then the Longevity Festival, in addition to the Dragon Boat Festival and the winter solstice, the Mid-Autumn Festival is mediocre, everything is simple, there is no palace banquet, only a small family banquet.

The so-called small family banquet means that there are only the emperor's family and Duan Wangye's family, and even brothers like Qi Wangye are not among them.

The queen mother may not have seen Zhuzhu for a long time, and she hugged Zhuzhu for a while, and then a room of people listened to Zhuzhu talk about her school deeds.

The little milk ball sat there, like a lucky doll, smiling with big eyes, shaking his head, telling stories in a milky voice, no matter what he said, he couldn't hear enough.

Duan Wang Ye called his son over and asked him to talk to Emperor Ming Xi himself.

After Sheng Minglin finished speaking, he also asked for a crime by the way, saying that Liao Zhehe could not deal with it for the time being, and the imperial uncle was bothered.

Emperor Ming Xi waved his hand and didn't care.

Sheng Minglin smiled and retreated.

In fact, these people from the Holy Sect really don't know enough about Emperor Mingxi.

They threw out Liao Zhehe's move, thinking that his position as the former lieutenant of the imperial school could be regarded as a real touchstone, and felt that no emperor could tolerate having a cult person around him, but they forgot that Emperor Mingxi was not only an emperor, but also a god general.

In the matter that Chen Shan recruited at that time, he said that later generations would call him the Great Demon Master of the Wind System, and Jin Yiwei asked nervously for a long time before he realized that this was actually a very high praise.

Because when Emperor Ming Xi was fighting, there was always the so-called "wind magic" to help, and when he was fighting, he made a big storm, flew sand and stones, and then won, and later generations couldn't understand his tactics, so they jokingly called him the wind system great magician.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is not based on the accurate grasp of the terrain and the weather, Emperor Ming Xi used his troops to be dangerous, often personally led his troops around his back to carry out sneak attacks, and then "rode the wind" at critical moments, and repeatedly performed miraculous feats.

Such a god general, for the time being, is just a little thief, maybe he will walk him, and he thinks it is a small adjustment of life!

Sheng Minglin came over to meet the princes.

At this time, all the princes arrived, because Sheng Minglin made up his mind to fool Mrs. Liao, so he subconsciously calculated his age.

The eldest prince is now twenty-one, the fourth prince is nineteen, the fifth prince and the sixth prince are about the same age, all thirteen years old, the seventh prince eleven, and the eighth prince eight years old.

And Liao Zhehe should be in his twenties, and his past is too easy to check, I don't feel like he is a relative.

Han Zhenge touched about sixteen and was stuck in the middle.

At that time, Emperor Mingxi should still be a vassal king, but there are many places to make a fuss.

The fourth prince called him: "Minglin, why don't you bring Brother Zhao in?" ”

Sheng Minglin smiled: "I called him, but he refused to come." ”

While speaking, he came over and sat down, still thinking that the eldest prince seems to have lost a lot of weight these days, although he is still a fat man, but he has lost much weight than before, so it can be seen that the medicine should have failed with the disappearance of the system.

Because they are all their own people, everyone is not very formal, and after a while, the fifth prince and the seventh prince went out to play, and the eighth prince confessed his guilt and walked over to see Zhuzhu, leaving only the eldest prince, the fourth, the sixth and Sheng Minglin.

The conversation was serious in an instant, and the eldest prince asked Sheng Minglin: "Mr. Qingcheng, is it really you?" ”

Sheng Minglin smiled and didn't answer, and the eldest prince sighed: "When others told me, I didn't dare to believe it, and the style of the notice was completely different." ”

Even the six princes couldn't help but say: "The literati probably scolded you to death in private." ”

Sheng Minglin said indifferently: "Scold, scold, that's not written for literati." ”

The fourth prince said with a smile: "There are already people telling stories, so it has to be so slang to be easy to publicize, you don't know, this story is really fast in the countryside, even children can tell a few words...... Mr. Qingcheng's writing can do great things. ”