The miracle doctor is four and a half years old, and the big bosses of the whole dynasty dote on me

On the day before the cold food festival, there was a court meeting, and only the ten-year-old prince came to the court, standing directly in front of the deputy prime minister, Yang Jian.He was wearing a brocade robe embroidered with unicorns, and he had a luxurious and gentle demeanor. He was not very old, but his demeanor was gentle and stable.

The officials behind the prince were thoughtful, and some officials looked at the prince who looked like a sesame orchid and jade tree, and their faces were full of relief.

Compared with the moody and cruel new emperor, they are more optimistic about the gentle prince.The prince has the appearance of a wise king. It would be great if he could work under the prince, so he no longer has to worry about losing his head.

But soon, after hearing the prince's proposal, this relief turned into astonishment.

In the eyes of everyone, Yan Weiming calmly said, "The national treasury is empty, and the common people have suffered from wars and turmoil in recent years. If the royal garden is opened, the common people will be happy and the treasury will be filled. I think the ancestors will be very happy. "

Many officials were shocked in their hearts, apparently they did not expect the prince to speak like this when he was young, pulling all the late emperors out at once, as if they did not agree, just to make the late emperors restless under the spring.It seems that if they don't agree, they just want to watch the people suffer and watch the treasury empty.

Everyone pinched their noses in their hearts, discussing this matter, how to do what the prince said on the basis of preserving the face of the royal family.

Yan Weiming threw out the regulations in an orderly manner.

Many officials couldn't help muttering in their hearts, maybe the emperor wanted to do this, but he was afraid of losing face, so he deliberately let the young prince go to court?

The more they thought about it, the more they felt it was possible, and they looked at the prince with some sympathy.

Yan Xiaofeng sat high on the dragon chair, caught everyone's eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

He knew it would be like this.

This must be the fault my daughter said!
After the court was over, Yan Xiaofeng and his son came to the Chuigong Hall one after the other. Before entering the hall, a small head poked out from the door.

The little miracle doctor smiled and said, "Daddy and brother have worked hard!"

Yan Weiming's mood was as sweet as eating honey.

He trotted over, hugged his younger sister before the emperor, chattered, and told about his heroic performance in the hall.

"Wow, brother, you are amazing!"

Yan Zhizhi clapped vigorously, his little face flushed with excitement.

"If only Zhizhi could see it."

Thinking of this, she patted her little head, "It's all because Zhizhi ate too much yesterday and slept too late, otherwise he could have gone to court."

Yan Weiming was flattered by the praise, and said, "It's okay, there will be a chance next time. I will talk to my father more in the future."

"That's all right."

Yan Zhizhi stretched out his small fleshy claws, trying to pull the hook, "You can't lie to Zhizhi."

Yan Weiming hooked up with his sister contentedly.

The brothers and sisters are in a good mood.

Yan Xiaofeng: Watch!
Yan Zhizhi sensed a burning gaze, looked up, and found that Yan Xiaofeng was looking at them expressionlessly.

Said it was expressionless, but she just could see the grievance from this face.

She hung on Yan Weiming's body and waved her paw earnestly, "Daddy, come here."

When the emperor approached, she made him bow his head again.

Yan Xiaofeng hesitated, looked left and right, the palace people hurriedly buried their heads, as for Yan Weiming, he wanted to turn his head to look, but just hugging his sister was a bit laborious, he couldn't do it, his heart was itching.

Without outsiders watching, Yan Xiaofeng finally lowered his noble head.

Yan Zhizhi immediately patted him on the head and coaxed, "Don't be wronged, Daddy, there is still Zhizhi."

The emperor was taken aback.

The paw on the head was like a cat's paw, soft when it fell.

But thinking that I was coaxed by a four or five-year-old child, my mood was a little complicated.

He straightened up and found that Yan Zhizhi was staring at his head reluctantly, and immediately changed the subject, "You and the princess Changhe don't go to the imperial mausoleum during the cold food festival, choose a garden at random, hold a banquet, and invite the ministers' daughters .”

Yan Zhizhi really forgot about his head, and asked curiously, "Is there a child as old as Zhizhi?"

After getting a negative answer, she asked again, "Are you beautiful sisters?"

Yan Xiaofeng's eyelids twitched.

He won't judge the looks of those noble ladies. After thinking about it, he chose another breakthrough, "There will be delicious food at the banquet."

"Zhizhi is going!"

Yan Zhizhi immediately raised his meat claw, "If there is something delicious, we can discuss it, and Zhizhi doesn't pick anything!"

Yan Xiaofeng laughed lightly, raised his hand and patted her on the head, with a hint of encouragement in his tone, "You will meet many people there, and you can use Tai Sumai to make friends with them."

"Oh, Master said so too."

Yan Zhizhi grabbed his big hand, "Master said, if you don't know how to look at faces, use Taisumai. Don't be fooled. Hmph, Zhizhi is so smart, how could he be fooled?"

"Yes, you are very smart, your master is wrong."

Yan Xiaofeng's expression could not be seen, but Yan Weiming, who was struggling to hug his sister, thought to himself that he seemed to smell a sour smell.

The sour emperor let his son and daughter go to work on his own affairs, and he handled government affairs in the Chuigong Palace by himself.

Since he also dealt with government affairs last night, he was a little sleepy when he was halfway through this morning, so he fell asleep with his face in his hands.

He had a long-lost dream.

It was still that strange world, where people who looked very similar to him walked around the garden with a small doctor in their arms. There were many animals in the garden, so it was named the zoo.

Together they saw lions, tigers, elephants, and two chubby black and white dumplings.

Because of being robbed of food, one of the black and white balls sat in the corner angrily.

It was too fat, and the back view made Yan Xiaofeng think of a word—a lump of anger.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly thought that when Yan Zhizhi was angry, his movements were exactly the same as this black and white dumpling.

They have been to the zoo, the botanical garden, and the aquarium.

He saw the gloom between the brows of the man who looked similar in his dream gradually disappearing.Obviously, he gradually got over the pain of losing his wife, was healed by his daughter, and planned to cheer up and raise his daughter well.

It's just that the weather was unpredictable, and the man got into a car accident.

Outside the dream, the emperor frowned.

In the dream, the man died in a car accident, and lying with him in a pool of blood was a black and white dumpling doll.

Yan Xiaofeng also dreamed that the little genius doctor was sent to a children's welfare home without anyone to take care of him.She obviously didn't know that this parting was a farewell, thinking that Dad had just left for work.

Day by day, she was very angry, thinking that her father wanted to work and didn't want her, so she sneaked out of the orphanage angrily, looking for her father... She also had a car accident.

"Squeak!"

Yan Xiaofeng woke up with a start, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and a layer of pain in his dark pupils.

Sun Rongfa, who was standing beside Hou, hurried forward, holding soothing tea in his hand.

"His Majesty?"

Yan Xiaofeng ignored him, and his heart ached.

This is not the first time he has felt such pain.