Transmigrate to be Queen

The emperor lifted his back and signaled that his third son could go. Wei Mingjie quickly moved over in small steps. Half a step behind the emperor, they were about to leave the side hall,

"Father, wait a minute."

Zheng Fusheng quickly stopped in front of his father. He probably stretched to the injury, and his face turned a little white. His forearm subconsciously went to the position of his waist and abdomen. The emperor frowned, but he didn't speak. He just looked at him quietly and wanted to hear what he had to say.

"My father, my son wants to say that it's good for you to choose a position. I don't know what's good or bad outside. Even if I take the position and let my son choose, my son can't choose it. Therefore, my father will directly decide for his son. My son will like the position you choose."

Speaking of the last sentence, Zheng Fusheng didn't call himself a son anymore. He was a little coquettish in his words. He looked like a son. The emperor's heart was hurt again. He suddenly found that the blow he suffered in this day was about to be the sum of his life.

None of his sons is alive and kicking in and out of the palace. If he hadn't been reminded by his third son at this time, he wouldn't remember that this son has never been out of the palace. This son is 18 years old. For 18 years, he is imprisoned in this deep palace courtyard. He has no freedom and no one cares.

"Well, the father will help you decide. Go back and have a rest first. You must recover all the injuries before going to court."

Zheng Fusheng was happy. He followed his father and sent people far away. Only then did he go back to his yard under the constant urging of the emperor.

Looking at the background of his son's final return, the Emperor didn't speak for a long time. His eyes were wet and hot. When he was a child, he always had to sneak out of the palace to relax. The boys couldn't help holding it in the backyard of women, but his son stayed here for 18 years.

The emperor can no longer find excuses for himself. As the ruler of a country, he thinks he is qualified. As a father, he once thought he was qualified. But today, his cognition has been broken. He can no longer say that he is a good father and has not treated his son badly.

He owes so much to this son that he doesn't know how to make up for it. However, this son is so easy to be satisfied. If you only give him a little, he will be very satisfied. He will have nothing to ask for. What else can you give him?

"Wei Mingjie."

When the emperor turned around, he called Wei Mingjie, and Wei Mingjie answered immediately,

"The slave is here."

With Wei Mingjie's cleverness and decades of tacit understanding with the emperor, it is natural to see that the emperor has thought carefully or has a heavy mind. Needless to ask, it must have something to do with the third prince, but at this time, Wei Mingjie doesn't know how to comfort the emperor. After all, the results now are caused by years of attitude.

When the third prince was young, Wei Mingjie once mentioned that he had such a son in front of the emperor, but the Emperor didn't want to see it and care about it. Wei Mingjie had to do it. No one knows better than Wei Mingjie. The emperor really didn't care about this son at all.

But now he wants to pay attention again and make up for it. What should he do? Wei Mingjie's little abacus crackled in his head,

"Emperor, when I got back, I ordered the house of interior to find an address, choose a better and spacious boundary for the third prince and build a good yard."

The emperor nodded and strode to the CI Ning palace. Wei Mingjie knew he was betting on the right treasure this time. The Emperor just wanted to order himself to do this,

"Emperor, if you go to CI Ning palace, take a chariot?"

"No, I want to take a walk and be quiet."

Wei Mingjie quickly shut his mouth and quietly accompanied the emperor behind him. The emperor looked at him with his head slightly sideways. He was still the servant's confidant. He always knew what he wanted most.

"What, the father emperor agreed to let us go out of the palace and build a house? Really or not?"

As soon as he returned to the yard, Zheng Fusheng, of course, reported the good news to Man'er for the first time. Man'er still didn't believe it. Zheng Fusheng was sure that the news was true.

"It's true. My father asked me to make a wish or request. I told my father that I wanted to go out of the palace and build a house, but I really didn't expect that my father would promise, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity to express my ideas."

"Unexpectedly, my father agreed without hesitation, let alone yours. Even now, I'm still in a trance. Will I have a dream just now, so when I said goodbye to my father, I pinched myself countless times. It hurts very much. That's true, Man'er. We can go out of the house to live in a short time, Man'er, Are you happy? Tell me if you're happy? "

How can you be unhappy? Ning Xiaoman is about to fly. A mouthful of turbid gas spits out, which makes the whole person relaxed. This is really good news. Ning Xiaoman looks beautiful. After looking forward to it for so many years, he can finally go out of the house. Finally, he doesn't have to live in this big house with high walls and indifferent human feelings.

This is her wish that she has been looking forward to for many years since she crossed here. Now it is finally coming true. Ning Xiaoman feels that it is too untrue. When a person looks forward to it for too long, hope has become an obsession, but suddenly one day, she finds that you don't have to look forward to it anymore, because you are about to realize your dream, and you are about to leave the palace and build a house. What a beautiful expectation