the emperor is my uncle

It was cold and freezing, and everyone was watching.

Without squinting, Fu Donglou steadily pulled me up from the ice, then took the robe from the maid Yuanyuan, put it on for me attentively, and tied the neckline tightly.

Being cheap is definitely a bad root of human beings that cannot be changed forever.When the emperor doesn't want to see me, I am happy; if the emperor smiles at me, I feel amnesty; if the emperor treats me a little better, I feel like I have been struck by lightning, and I don't even know where to put my hands!

If this kind of mentality of "being abused makes you feel at ease, and enjoying happiness makes you fearful" is not "cheap", then there is really no way to explain it.

I was quite apprehensive, fearing that what Fu Donglou was doing was giving end-of-life care to people who were dying, but I tried to control the expression on my face in a calm state, without revealing the slightest turmoil in my heart With surging emotions, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Fu Donglou patted my forehead, "Good boy."

"Father!" The crown prince Chongzhong's eyes were extremely bright, "My heart bullied my son just now, why do you still call her good? My son doesn't understand!"

You're right if you don't understand...

Hearing this, Fu Donglou stretched out his hand and patted Chongzhong's head lovingly, but said a very cruel sentence, "As a man, but a woman bullies you, you are incompetent."

I was so happy that a flower bloomed in my heart, I cupped my hands and praised: "The emperor is wise."

The prince pursed his lips and murmured, "How can a sweetheart be considered a woman..."

But I didn't hear these words at all, and I maintained an excellent mood all day, and my mood was even better the next day, because Fu Donglou gave me two bolts of rare and expensive cloth, and ordered the housekeeper The government rushed to make new clothes for me to attend the imperial banquet.

To be honest, in previous years, the royal relatives and relatives only gathered in the palace to celebrate together on New Year's Eve, and went back to their respective homes after eating and drinking.I'm also used to watching the new year in Heshun Palace. At that time, people in the palace didn't wear new clothes, because Fu Baobao had a quirk. Whenever he saw someone wearing new clothes, he would throw cannons at them. The more beautiful the clothes, the more he could throw the cannons. More and more, sometimes he would not let go of even his parents.

Finally, I can wear beautiful new clothes for the New Year again!Being able to eat well and dress well, if this is not happiness, then what is?I was so happy that when the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to measure me, I waved him, "Don't bother, just take the size of the previous one!"

The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs said a very sad sentence in a very indifferent tone, "Princess, you have gained weight, so you have to measure again."

"..."

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In a blink of an eye, it is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

On this day, a ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven was held in the palace to expel the ghosts of the epidemic and pray for good weather and good weather for the country and the people in the coming year.A group of shamans beat drums to make the formation extremely large. Everyone watched devoutly, but I was the only one who looked around in boredom.

Finally, I saw the legendary envoy of the Qin Tianjian, the famous researcher of Fengshui and meteorology in the palace, and the outstanding representative of unreliable and abnormal human beings, Mr. Jiang Huaijiang.

He was dressed like a dog in official uniform, and he spoke in a very serious voice, "Reporting to the emperor, I thought that the auspicious cloud came out just after Ruixue passed. God, so Daqi is also treated very well by God, and many celestial phenomena are auspicious omens of good fortune!"

The corner of my mouth twisted, and I put on a "sure enough" smile.

The rulers of the country may not believe in ghosts and omens in every dynasty, but why do people like Jiang Huai never see unemployment?In fact, if you think about it, you can understand it, because the king wants to use the mouth of others to create positive public opinion to guide the consolidation of the regime.

So Jiang Dahuyou's popularity is very reasonable, and the popularity is very intriguing.

"My heart," Prince Chongzhong tugged at my cuff, "What do you think of what Master Jiang said?"

I bowed my head and whispered to him, "People with good looks are the best at fooling around. If you inherit the great power in the future, don't be fooled by this guy."

Chongzhong's little head nodded firmly, "Yeah!"

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When the twilight falls, the sheng and the cymbals sing in harmony, the palace musicians and dancers show off their skills, and I followed many concubines and slowly stepped into the royal banquet.

After entering, I saw my father and mother at a glance, but due to my upbringing, I couldn't rush over excitedly to express my missing, so I could only sit on the outermost seat.

Fu Donglou was naturally sitting on the throne above, his eyes were calm, the dazzling crown contrasted strongly with the black jade-like hair color, but it was particularly eye-catching and beautiful, he said slowly: "Today is a family banquet, there is no need to be too polite, everyone is welcome." Don't be too restrictive. Wu Weiyong, distribute my rewards."

Everyone knelt down, "Thank you Lord Long En, long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

"Be flat." Fu Donglou said these three simple words, the king's appearance is called an extraordinary temperament.

At the beginning of the banquet, the singers in the south of the Yangtze River sang a ditty, the soft tune, Yiyi Yaya, sang so that people's souls were almost crisp.I buried my head in leisurely tasting the appetizers, but I didn't think about it. After a while, a little eunuch slipped me a note.

While chewing peanut beans, he opened the note curiously—"The clothes are beautiful."

The handwriting is easy to recognize, it was written by the aloof emperor Fu Donglou...

-------------------------------------------------- ------(Small Theater 3: "How the Weirdest Obsessions Are Formed" On the New Year's Eve of that year, Jiang Huai climbed up the wall of Heshun Prince's Mansion wearing a flamboyant new clothes as usual.

Xingan sat in the courtyard with his brother in his arms, and explained: "Honey, do you know why the cannons are set off on New Year's Eve?"

Baby: "Why (what)?"

Heart-to-heart: "Because there will be monsters coming, only firing cannons can scare the monsters away. Monsters are wearing brightly colored new clothes today. Go and blow up the monsters. My sister will give you some firecrackers and you can throw them away."

That night, the sound of firecrackers was mixed with the sound of men screaming, it was really ecstasy.

Since then, Fu Baobao, who has strong plasticity in three views, has never been greedy for food or playful every New Year's Eve. Instead, he has a serious expression and bright eyes. Obsession, exactly so tt...)

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