What should I do if I see the male protagonist? [Transmigration Book]

Mrs. Liu has a round figure, and always has a charming smile on her face, but her eyes are straight when she looks at people, as if she is looking at the cut pork on the chopping board, and she is evaluating the price.

From the first time Yin Shengle saw this lady, he felt that among all the people he had ever met in his life, no one fit the description of "pale toad//toad" better than her.

Empress Shang didn't want her son to see her violent scene, so she first asked someone to take Liu Manlu to register in the palace, and then told Mrs. Liu to go down - without giving her a chance to speak.

"The way she looks at people is really uncomfortable." Yin Shengle leaned against her mother, just as soon as she came in, Mrs. Liu's eyes lit up, probably on the scale in her heart, her body As the emperor's most beloved prince, Yin Shengle is the best piece of fat.

Empress Shang received the power and power, and took the lotus lantern from her son happily: "Just ignore her, there are two quarters of an hour before the palace banquet, you should rest for a while, if you are hungry, take a few cakes to fill first Fill your stomach; Ah Hui, please sit down quickly."

The two children gnawed on the cakes, and Empress Shang went to change into the court clothes. Not long after, the emperor also came over. The husband and wife were wearing empress court clothes with dark black as the background and golden dragon embroidered on them. Yin Shengle remembered this style There seems to be one piece of clothes in his closet, but it is pressed at the bottom.

The Yin Dynasty advocated the two colors of black and gold, so the royal family and all the dignitaries and courtiers loved to use gold, and more or less used gold thread to embroider and decorate clothes.

Compared to this, it is rare to see people wearing black clothes, let alone embroidering dragon patterns on them.

At least it's been so long since Yin Shengle traveled through time, and he hasn't seen anyone other than his own parents through time.

He himself was wearing an indigo prince's dress today.

Seeing Xiao Douding staring at him for a moment, the emperor straightened his body even more unconsciously, his shoulders were slightly receded and sunk to show that his chest was wider, and then the emperor said in his thick voice: " Daddy will hold Xiaoqi and go out later, okay?"

Yin Shengle blinked twice quickly, then shook his head violently: "No, Xiao Qi is an older child, Xiao Qi has to go by himself."

His eyes flickered, and he could see a bit of disappointment from the emperor's serious face.

Empress Shang pulled the emperor away: "You carry Xiao Qi out, what do those people think? Xiao Qi is too young."

The emperor coughed twice in embarrassment, and he raised his hand to touch his son's head: "Then Xiaoqi, be good, listen to your Aunt Qiurong, don't run around at the banquet, if you feel bored, you want to go out to watch the lights , or if someone wants to ask you out, you must first send someone to tell your parents, you know?"

"I see." Yin Shengle nodded, and asked again: "Is something going to happen?"

The emperor was obviously choked by his son, and he calmed down: "Why do you think something is going to happen?"

"Because Daddy, you have never been so serious like today." Yin Shengle was not a real child, so he could hear something wrong with what the emperor said.

"In case my clothes are accidentally spilled with wine, soup or toilet water by a handy palace man and I have to go out to change, then I have to tell my father and mother first, right?" I recalled the common methods in the novel.

As he thought about it, he saw the emperor's expression becoming more and more serious - this time it was not the kind he often pretended in front of his son - the emperor frowned for a while, then suddenly turned his neck: "Bannu, our son has become a spirit!"

What responded to him was a big slap from Empress Shang: "Will you be able to speak? Isn't our Xiaoqi smart since he was a child? If not..." She took a deep breath, but refused to continue. Next said.

The emperor also closed his mouth tightly, only smiling beggingly.

Yin Shengle raised his face to look at his father and mother, and before the two adults could think of a good way to change the topic, he took the initiative to shift his attention: "Then Ahui can sit with me?" Well, I don't want to tell him to sit somewhere else, he already hurt his hand, what if he gets bumped again?"

Both the emperor and the empress breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, Empress Shang nodded and smiled, "Of course, but he can't sit in your row, he must be in a seat behind you."

Yin Shengle pursed his lips, wouldn't it be inconvenient for him to chat with Shen Hui?

He didn't object again, because he knew that this is how the rules of this place are set. As soon as he turned around, Yin Shengle squeezed next to Shen Hui again: "Next time, next time we sit at the same table, this time we will go to explore first. Explore the situation."

The white and tender little doll solemnly spoke comforting words, making everyone laugh.

Waited until the palace banquet.

Yin Shengle's seat was on the left hand side of the empress and empress, and was the first one in the row. Opposite the next door was the fourth prince with a gentle smile on his face. The second prince and his wife were sitting next door, as well as the twin princesses.

Most of the people who could sit at the front of the palace banquet, close to the empress's seat, were high officials and veterans, only Yin Shengle, a milk doll who was much smaller than the table in front of him.

Across from the second prince's family was an elderly man who was dressed as a prince to serve him. He was the emperor's only surviving uncle—Prince Ping.

King Ping's eyes were extremely slender, and his face was full of wrinkles, crowded together, giving the illusion that he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

"The last time I saw His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince was when he was just born." King Ping spoke, and Yin Shengle leaned over curiously, and found that the emperor's uncle's teeth had almost fallen out, but he spoke very clearly, "In a blink of an eye They've grown so big."

"Are you Uncle Ping Wang?" Facing such an elderly man, Yin Shengle subconsciously respected him a little more.

King Ping looked at him through the slits of his eyes: "Yeah, Xiaoqi, do you still remember your uncle? Your uncle hugged you when you were a child. Good guy, you were born with a weight of six pounds. These legs are stronger than your brothers. , The crying almost knocked the roof off."

Yin Shengle blushed.

Immediately afterwards, Prince Ping's face, which was all around, suddenly showed a somewhat thug expression: "Your father asked me to help you hug you, but you poured piss on me as soon as you soaked it... ..”

Yin Shengle blushed and interrupted him: "I don't remember, maybe I'm too young?"

"Yo, I really grew up, and I know how to be shy hahaha."

Yin Shengle: ...

Why do you have to tease children.

He still remembered that he was a character with a bad temper, twisted his head, and refused to talk to others.

King Ping couldn't see his emotion from his narrowed eyes. He just smiled and raised his wine glass, saluted the emperor and empress, and said: "The old minister Fang Xin has a grandson, and he lost his mind for a while. Please Your Majesty make atonement."

"The emperor's uncle is too polite, my boy should be more lively." The emperor's every move is completely out of the silly father mode, and he looks extremely upright, but Yin Shengle can still feel it when he looks at his son. To that pure joy and love.

Empress Shang also said, "That's right, if the uncle of the emperor is free, the niece and daughter-in-law will ask him to come to your residence, and seeing your grandparents and grandchildren today is also a coincidence."

"There are many opportunities for the old minister, so just send it to me."

As soon as the empress above opened her mouth, the atmosphere of the entire banquet was relaxed. Both the royal family and the ministers chatted lively, and got up from time to time to recite poems and compose odes, and sing praises to the emperor.

Yin Shengle even saw a military general start to dance boldly after drinking two bowls of wine. Compared with the imperial palace, the bustling scene here is more like the lights and shadows flowing, and the city is full of singing and dancing at night.

Yin Shengle, who grew up in a modern city made of steel and concrete, has never seen such a bustle full of ancient fun. Those courtiers who are usually more respectful than one another are in groups of threes and twos, writing poems and lyrics on the spot, and then Grabbed a musician and sang the poems he had just written. The singing over there stopped, and the songs at my place immediately picked up, and they competed in secret.

The two emperors and empresses who were sitting on the top also left their seats. Yin Shengle saw the emperor walking towards him. The father had not given up on the idea of ​​holding his favorite child to show off in front of the courtiers, but Yin Shengle Le refused again, with the same reason: "Xiao Qi has grown up, and Xiao Qi wants to play by herself."

The emperor was helpless: "Then Xiao Qi must remember what he agreed with his father earlier."

"Of course I remember." Yin Shengle pulled Shen Hui up, ran to the circle of wives on the side of Empress Shang, and began to eat and drink pretending to be cute.

He always remembered that Empress Shang said that she was too young.

too small.

At this age, even though the partiality of the emperor and the empress was obvious, the emperor wanted to hold him personally and appear at the palace banquet, which was also hinting to the ministers that this child was his desired heir.

Then I contacted the obviously non-compliant dress in my closet to make Yin Shengle sure that my parents really regarded me as a sure successor. With their temper, I guess they never concealed it. No wonder some people tried every means To ruin your own reputation.

There is also the irritability that bursts out of my heart from time to time.

Empress Shang couldn't hide her words, and Yin Shengle could also sense something wrong from the few words she didn't finish.

Probably this body was really plotted against, and some weird drug was given to it.

But luckily it was manageable.

Yin Shengle's performance today was secretly scrutinized by interested people.

I saw this very honorable little Highness walking through the crowd with a companion who injured his right hand. Curiosity was written all over his eyes, and he had a smile on his face. He was not as cloudy as the rumors said. indefinite.

Looking at each other, I have more or less the most basic grasp in my heart.

"A Hui, what are they singing?"

"This is a poem written by Mr. Zhang. Its meaning is to praise the festival of the bright moon, to praise His Majesty's benevolence, and to govern the country well, which has led to today's prosperity."

"Oh." Yin Shengle understood. He held Shen Hui's hand tightly, pressed against him, and whispered, "So you're flattering my father!"

Shen Hui laughed out loud at what he said: "Your Highness is so narrow-minded, don't let Mrs. Zhang hear it."

"I'll just tell A Hui, hey, what's over there?" Yin Shengle saw that the fourth prince was talking to a lady in palace attire. They were in a corner, covered by the crowd and the pillars and curtains of the palace. Taking advantage of her short stature, she keenly distinguished the sneaky shoes that belonged to her fourth brother from a pair of legs.

"Come on, let's go and eavesdrop!"

He was gearing up.

Shen Hui was about to speak to dissuade him, but Yin Shengle didn't give him a chance to open his mouth. Like an Erha who saw a mouse passing by, he ran over happily.

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I help others slip past Erha.

Then I met a big gray mouse... I can't hold it at all! !

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