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Another five years have passed by in a hurry.

On a hot summer day, at the gate of Anyang Imperial Palace, a ten-meter-high stone tablet stands alone. On the base of the tablet are three large red characters "Stele of Merit", which is very conspicuous and attracts people from a distance to look at it from time to time.

Standing on the ladder, the palace craftsman who was recording his name on the merit monument wiped his sweat and kept swinging the hammer. The sound of the hammer striking seemed to come from the clouds, sonorous and powerful, like thunder.

The guard guarding the palace gate below took a sip of the ice-cold sour plum soup handed to him by his colleague and sighed happily.

"It's hot as hell. Last month I was wearing a jacket. I didn't even have time to put on my summer shirt and it got so hot." The guard complained.

"No, but we are doing well here. At least we are standing in a shady place. Look at the carving craftsman. Standing so high, even in the sun, I feel like he is about to be roasted."

Another guard agreed. Seeing that there was no one around, he touched the guard opposite with his elbow and whispered softly: "I don't know what our Majesty is thinking. How many names should be written on a merit monument so high?"

He clicked his tongue twice and wanted to look up at the top of the monument, but the sun blinded him so he had no choice but to give up.

"You don't understand that."

The guard put down the bowl of sour plum soup in his hand and said with a mysterious expression that you didn't know something about: "Your Majesty is setting a trap for those rich masters. I heard that the names of the people engraved on the merit monument this time are all from this time." Among those who have donated the most to establish a charity school, there are more than a dozen people who have donated more than 20 taels. If this is too small, can I write about it?"

"Besides, when the charity school is built, won't there be a charity hospital, a charity kindergarten and a nursing home? Lin Lin has finally figured out how much money he has to raise to complete it. Your Majesty's merit monument is so tall, isn't it just to continue? Do you mean raising funds?"

The guard suddenly realized after hearing this: "That makes sense, but those wealthy businessmen are not stupid. According to what you said, His Majesty's thoughts are so obvious, those wealthy businessmen are still willing to fall for it?"

"Why don't you want to? This is a matter of eternal fame. Besides, don't those wealthy businessmen lack money? What they lack is reputation. The better the reputation, the better the business. Wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?"

"Is this true? Brother, you are so awesome. You can see the whole picture at a glance. I admire you."

"What the heck, my foolish brother is not worthy of recognition, my wise brother has been praised too much..."

The two guards were so selfless in their conversation that they complimented each other before giving up.

In the imperial study room inside the palace gate, His Majesty, whom the two people called "His Majesty," was reading the first batch of memorials.

When the lanterns first came on, Fu Tuo rubbed his brows tiredly, put down the ink pen in his hand, and leaned on the backrest to take a nap.

"Your Majesty, the Queen has sent ginseng soup. Please take a few sips."

Sanjin, who had shed his childish look, came forward holding the stew pot with a sad look on his face.

"You haven't had your meal yet this noon. Your dragon body is very important, Your Majesty."

As various countries began to imitate Mingshan City's various measures, government affairs became more and more busy. Fu Tuo was too busy to even bother to eat, which made Sanjin very worried.

Not only was he worried, but the queen was also worried that someone had sent ginseng soup, and asked him to let the emperor drink more sips.

Fu Tuo opened his eyes slightly, looked at the stew pot with squinted eyes, frowned for a long time, and then nodded lightly.

Seeing that his master agreed, Sanjin almost cried with joy. He hurriedly brought the soup cup to Fu Tuoqian, opened the lid, took out a small bowl, and poured out a bowl.

At the same time, he took advantage of the opportunity and asked the palace maid who was waiting at the side to bring him a few plates of snacks, thinking of coaxing him to take a few bites.

Fu Tuo knew what he was thinking, but he was not displeased. He followed his thoughts and drank a bowl of ginseng soup and ate a few snacks.

Feeling much better in his empty stomach, Fu Tuo exhaled and casually asked the queen how she was doing.

The empress caught a cold when she gave birth to the eldest prince, and she had a chill from then on, which could not be cured. It was only later that Yanyan found out about it and had someone send a few bottles of pills over, that she gradually got better.

Although it was better, Fu Tuo felt that she had hurt her body to give birth to his child, so he felt a little guilty, so he cared a little more about the queen, the master of the harem.

After hearing Sanjin say that everything was fine with the queen and the eldest prince, Fu Tuo felt relieved and picked up his ink pen to continue reviewing the memorial. Suddenly he remembered that there was another person in the palace who needed constant attention.

"Where is the Supreme Emperor, but he still locks himself in the room and refuses to go out?"

"Go back to the emperor, it is true that he is still locked up." Sanjin was also dumbfounded.The Supreme Emperor didn't like to stay in the palace. Since he abdicated, he had traveled around, mostly in Jianan Kingdom. Most of the time, he stayed with Princess Wei at the Princess Mansion in Jianan Kingdom, or at Prince Sheng's Mansion in the capital.

Especially since Princess Wei gave birth, the Supreme Emperor, who was very fond of his two grandchildren, traveled even more frequently. The Emperor hardly saw him more than a few times a year.

This time I finally came back, but I got into an argument with someone on the way and was beaten up...

Sanjin shed a cold sweat when he thought of the scene that day.

However, the Supreme Emperor thought that the secret guards were too ostentatious and did not have a good time, so he did not bring any of them, and only brought with him a father-in-law who was nearly fifty years old.

So as soon as the Supreme Emperor Huang Fang, who had been beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and even his own son almost didn't recognize him, returned to Anyang Palace, he was looked at by the emperor's people and was not allowed to leave the palace alone again.

The Supreme Emperor was so angry that he locked himself up on the pretext of recovering from his injuries. He never left the door or took a second step. He was locked up for more than half a month and saw no one. It was a rare day of peace.

Fu Tuo frowned when he heard this. He always felt that it was not right for his father to be so abnormal, or something would happen again.

Fu Tuo was worried and asked Sanjin to go there himself.

"Just say that I want to ask him where his birthday banquet will be next month, so that I can arrange it in advance."

The question was like this. In fact, he had already made arrangements, and he just took the opportunity to let Sanjin explore the truth.

Facts have proved that the term "father and son are connected" is not nonsense.

Two quarters of an hour later, Sanjin trotted in, wiping his sweat.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty has run away again!"

Sanjin's tone was full of helplessness and fear.

"My servant has ordered people to seal the palace gate and search everywhere, but..."

Sanjin paused, looked up at Fu Tuo and said helplessly: "It's just that after asking the eunuch guarding the gate, I guessed that the Supreme Emperor should have left the palace this morning disguised as the eunuch delivering ice. I'm afraid he had already left the city. Door, you have to send your guards out of the city to look for it."

The Supreme Emperor is really careless.

The reason why the emperor did not let him leave the palace was to allow him to recuperate in peace and for his safety. Unexpectedly, the emperor did not appreciate it and ran away again!

Does the Supreme Emperor think he is a butterfly emerging from the cocoon time and time again?

Even three kilograms gives my master a headache.

He glanced at Fu Tuo cautiously, expecting him to tell the guards to go out of the palace to find someone with a dark face, but he never thought that he would look calm and calm, and the old god would be there to leave the memorial.

"No need to look for it, just let them do what they have to do."

Fu Tuo said coolly: "The Emperor will come back on his own."

He sneered in his heart. The old man was playing tricks on him. He had tricked him so many times over the years. How could he not be prepared at all?

If what he expected was true, his unreliable biological father must have gone to Jianan Kingdom to see his two grandsons again, and he probably wanted to celebrate his birthday there.

It's a pity that he had sent someone to pick up Yanyan and the two children the day before yesterday to stay for a while.

By now... he's probably on his way.

It's no use even if my biological father is gone, why don't we have to chase him back?
Fu Tuo sneered.

With three little foxes in hand, he couldn't believe that he couldn't trap this old fox!
(End of this chapter)