Does the lord lack a pendant?

Chapter 573

The Empress Dowager Duan smiled slightly: "Good boy, go and get it."

Lian Qingxian bounced and took the painting from the table on the couch and handed it to the Queen Mother Duan: "Mother Concubine, I will show it to my cousin later."

The Empress Dowager Duan touched his head, looked down at the characters in the painting, a shyness appeared on her flowery face.

When Lian Lusheng came in, he saw one big and one young standing by the door holding hands, waiting for him.

There was a trace of strangeness in the eyes, but the face was calm and saluted: "I have seen the queen mother."

"Cousin, why are you still making these empty gifts with us? You haven't had dinner yet. Today, the Imperial Dining Room happened to make your favorite sweet and sour pork."

Empress Dowager Duan smiled and pulled him to the edge of the dining table.

Lian Lusheng wanted to shake off her hand, but was held back by Lian Qingxian who was beside him: "Yes, cousin, today's sweet and sour pork is delicious."

Lian Lusheng frowned: "Your Majesty, you have learned all the rules for so long and haven't learned any of them?"

Lian Qingxian pouted: "I have learned..."

Lian Lusheng said solemnly: "Now you are a king and I am a minister. You can't use honorific titles, and your self-proclaimed name is Zhen. You haven't corrected these most basic things, how can you ascend the throne?"

Lian Qingxian hugged his legs directly: "I'm going to call you cousin, you are my cousin... Xian'er doesn't like the way it is now."

Lian Lusheng squatted down helplessly, patted his head and asked softly, "Then you don't like being an emperor anymore?"

Lian Qingxian tilted her head and thought for a while: "If I can't be the emperor's concubine, I will be dragged to be buried with her. I will be the emperor."

"Then if you want to be an emperor, you have to abide by the emperor's rules."

Lian Qingxian was puzzled: "Isn't the emperor the biggest, above ten thousand people, ninety five supreme, why should he obey the rules."

"Everyone has something that restricts him. As long as he lives in this world, even the emperor can't do whatever he wants. If you don't follow these rules, the civil and military officials will laugh at you."

Lian Qingxian pouted: "Then what the emperor is doing is really boring."

"It's not necessarily that you can't do whatever you want, as long as you are strong enough, so strong that all civil and military officials dare not say anything to you."

"Cousin, can you do whatever you want? Cousin, you are so strong."

Lian Lusheng shook his head: "I'm not strong enough. Learn the rules. I don't want to hear you calling me indiscriminately next time."

"Yes, I understand." Lian Qingxian noticed that he was a little displeased, and replied obediently.

Lian Lusheng's eyes flickered slightly, why did he feel that his words were even more wrong.

I know what it means, it seems that this is not what the emperor should say.

Which emperor would be threatened so wronged.

"In the future, you must speak with momentum and not be so weak."

Lian Qingxian nodded, and smiled again: "Cousin, look at the picture I drew today, I painted my cousin very beautifully, even more beautiful than my concubine."

Lian Lusheng took the painting strangely, and his face turned cold when he saw it: "Who taught you how to draw?"

"No one taught me, I thought about it myself, this is you, this is me, this is mother concubine, the three of us go out to play together, cousin I want to go out to play in the palace." Lian Qingxian said innocently As she spoke, her small face was full of longing for the world outside the palace.

Who would have imagined that it would be an extravagant wish for the ninety-five supreme being who is above ten thousand people to go out of the palace.

Lian Lusheng quickly tore up the painting, and looked at him sharply: "In the future, this kind of painting must never be painted again."

He looked up at the Empress Dowager Duan: "He is still young and doesn't understand. Don't tell me something is wrong with your brain? How can this kind of painting be scribbled? Are you trying to kill him?"

Concubine Duan was so scolded that her face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip aggrievedly: "I...I think it's nothing."

(End of this chapter)