The return of the late emperor

However, Si Kongmin, who was over [-] years old, obediently stayed on the dragon chair all morning as usual, with Ren Ming hanging behind him.

There are some trivial matters in the court, and everyone who can be called a major event has already passed their anger in private. When one person brings it up, another person can immediately express five or six opinions and propose seven or eight plans. The end is a harmony.

However, who among these old foxes can't feel the indistinct turbulence under the current calm?

Ren Ming covered his lips with his hand seemingly unintentionally, closed his eyes and face slightly, and made a tired yawning appearance. The people below had been staring at the back of the curtain. He made such a move, and everyone was obediently unprepared. I spoke.

So when the servant asked again if there was anything to perform, everyone was staring at each other without opening their mouths or moving. After the servant sang and asked three times, he retreated according to the procedure.

Children are the most active. Si Kongmin suppressed his instinct and stayed motionless on the dragon chair for two or three hours. When he heard that he was liberated, he was a little happy. He stretched out his hand and asked the servant to carry him down. Changqing and Changqing immediately prepared to step forward to take over the Young Majesty, but they were stopped by Ren Ming with a wave of his hand.

"Your Majesty, someone can send you to sit on this seat, but someone can't bring you down." Ren Ming lifted the curtain and walked to Sikong Min's side.

Sikong Min was a little aggrieved, he didn't understand what his father meant, and the children who were more than [-] years old just said something, so he could only look at them eagerly.

Chang Qing couldn't bear it, but felt that it was too cruel. His Majesty was only over one year old, and the chair was so high. Usually, he was carried up and down by the servants, and the master didn't speak. Now, he suddenly wanted to force Seeing His Majesty come down by himself, he couldn't understand, and when he saw Sikong Min's pitiful little eyes again, he wanted to reach out his hand.

"Changqing, what are you doing?" Seeing this, Ren Ming yelled loudly, regardless of the other servants in the palace who had not stepped down, "I told you to let him come down by himself, don't you understand?"

Asked twice in a row, with a high-pitched and fierce tone, Changqing knew that Ren Ming was really angry, so he quickly withdrew his hand and kowtowed, he was indeed too self-assertive.

The long follower on the side pleaded: "Taijun, this position is indeed a bit high for His Majesty, it is better to wait for His Majesty to be three or five years old before doing this. I think Changqing thinks the same way."

Ren Ming suppressed the anger on his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Since he is sitting in this position, it is not considered high. If he waits for others to pull him down, why not sit down, and avoid a bunch of people sitting in the seat." People are scared."

The long follower also hurriedly knelt down, but he didn't dare to persuade the master insisted on this.

Glancing at Si Kongmin who was still sitting on it, too frightened to speak, Ren Ming only felt that he hated iron for being so ineffective, but forgot that at such an age, he didn't know anything at all.

Slightly having a headache, Ren Ming motioned for the chief attendant to get up, but told Chang Qing to still kneel: "Chang Sui, you go back to the palace with me, as for Chang Qing, you can continue to kneel here, whenever your majesty comes down by yourself, you can Take him back to his own chamber."

With a wave of Ren Ming's sleeve, he turned around neatly and led a group of people into the aisle back to Zhaoping Hall.

Without those courtiers and the removal of all the courtiers, the huge political hall suddenly became empty. Chang Qing knelt quietly under His Highness, Si Kong Min curled up on the dragon chair, and there was no one there. He felt that he could be unscrupulous and not look like an emperor.

What does a one-year-old child know, but Si Kongmin vaguely understands that as long as there are people around, he has to abide by a bunch of rules. Logically, no one would dare to ask the emperor to follow the rules like this, but he is different. He is a king and he is also Ren Ming. child.

The hall was too quiet, Sikong Min was a little scared: "Chang Qing, can you carry me down?"

"Your Majesty, the slave can't. The Taijun said he wants you to come down by yourself." Zhang Qing didn't dare to raise his head, because he was the one who looked at the grown-up child, and he was afraid that his heart would soften if he raised his head.

"But, this is really too high, I'm afraid." Sikong Min murmured.

Feeling a little sour in my heart, after a second thought, Changqing knelt and moved two steps towards the dragon chair: "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, this servant has thought of a way, I'll be right here, Your Majesty just get down, and this servant will cushion it for you."

Sikong Min looked at the distance between each other, stretched out his legs tentatively, but still couldn't reach the ground, but as Changqing said, he was supported by someone when he jumped off, closed his eyes and jumped under the chair, just landed In Changqing's open arms.

Now that Sikong Min came down by himself, Zhang Qing didn't have to kneel down, and tidied up His Majesty and himself, and the two of them were ready to go back to the bedroom.

"Changqing, you are so smart." Sikong Min held Changqing's big hand with his small hand, and looked up at Changqing with a smiling face.

Changqing replied: "Your Majesty is also very smart now, and when he grows up, he will be a generation of wise and mighty emperors."

Sikong Min didn't understand what it meant to be wise and powerful, but it didn't prevent him from understanding Changqing's saying that he was smart and would be a good emperor in the future, so he thought of his father: "Is father smart?"

"Your Majesty's father is naturally smart." Zhang Qing sighed, but unfortunately he was defeated by the word "love". He suddenly remembered where he was originally arranged to take care of Ren Ming.

"Is Zhang Qing familiar with my father? No one else has told me about my father, can Chang Qing do that?" Si Kong Min felt like he had found a treasure if he had the slightest chance to know about Ming Ke. , he wondered what kind of person his father was, but no one would tell him.

Chang Qing couldn't stand Si Kong Min's pitiful eyes, and he felt sad when he thought of his former master, so he couldn't help but started to say: "Your Majesty, this is a little secret between the two of us, and no one can tell it to you." , Pull Gougou."

Sikong Min very solemnly stretched out his little finger and hooked it with Chang Qing's, making an agreement.Chang Qing laughed when he saw his seriousness. In fact, he vaguely hoped that some people would know about these things, but it's a pity... Sigh.

The aisle back to the dormitory is so long and yet so short, and seeing the servant in the front, Chang Qing's intention of ignoring Si Kongmin has not stopped.

Si Kongmin also realized that a third person had appeared, and the story could not continue. He motioned Changqing to bow down, leaned into Changqing's ear and asked softly: "So my father is really not dead yet. Is it?" After asking, he backed away abruptly, pretending that there was nothing.

Changqing was mesmerized by this series of actions, and he just nodded with a smile.

Si Kongmin said goodbye to Changqing happily, and ran back to his bedroom in a stumbling manner, so he could enjoy this kind of joy all to himself.

The author has something to say:

Guess if Ren Ming wants to know that Ming Ke is not dead, poor little Ke Ke, we mourn for him