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Although there are fewer clothes to wear in spring, Mo Ronglin needs to wear a cloak as long as he goes out. If he doesn't, he will make trouble. Of course, laurel can only rely on him. It's nothing compared to smashing someone's head with a porcelain vase.

The most hateful is the flatterers of the house of interior. Knowing that the little prince likes to smash people with fine porcelain bottles, he made a batch of white glazed fine porcelain bottles for him to smash.

She ran to find the head of the house of internal affairs. They laughed, but they blocked her with the emperor. "Aunt laurel, please play the emperor about this. The emperor authorized it."

Well, what else can we say? The emperor agreed, and she, a little maid in waiting, could be better than the emperor?

She knew that because the emperor turned a blind eye, the talents at the bottom took advantage of the opportunity to make the little prince happy anyway. They all want to be good servants of the master. Although the prince is small, the emperor will pay attention to him.

She sighed faintly. The little figure in her sight walked with high head and high chest. She looked at it funny. When Mo Ronglin walked, he paid special attention to the tail of his cloak. If he found that the tail was skewed to one side, he would stop and wave his finger to straighten it. So when he walked, he would see two eunuchs bowing down from time to time Before picking up that gorgeous Cape tail, clean up, flat shop in the little prince's rear, Lilliputian this satisfied to move forward again.

Walking to the Changbao hall, the emperor was still in the court. There was a silence around the hall. The guards with long guns were wearing armor and stood on their posts without expression. Normally, no one is allowed to get close to him, but the little prince is an exception. Seeing his little figure approaching slowly, Yu Guang of the bodyguards follows him around, but no one dares to scold him.

Laurel feel wrong, quietly called muronglin: "Your Highness, little highness, come, laurel aunt take you to play elsewhere."

Mo Ronglin turns a deaf ear and goes around among the guards. He touches the kneepad of this one and pulls the robe of that one. Laurel can't help but go forward and pull him.

Who knows Mo Rong Lin force to throw her, return Yi Yi tooth, month laurel heart a jump, dare not again squeak. She spent the longest time with Mo Ronglin and knew him best. Although the little prince listened to her most of the time, he didn't recognize her. As soon as he bared his teeth, he expressed his dissatisfaction. If she insisted on it again, Mo Ronglin would make trouble on the spot. What's this place? How dare she make noise? It's not fatal.

The little prince put on and on like fun, and finally stopped in front of the steps. He looked up at the majestic hall in front of him, where the supreme imperial power was. There is a big plaque on the high lintel, and the four big characters on the glass and sapphire blue are shining in the sun.

He squinted at it for a while, then went up with short legs.

On both sides of the steps, every few steps, two bodyguards stood opposite. With a sword and a long gun, Mo Ronglin is tall and burly, with a cold face, which makes people afraid. However, Mo Ronglin is not afraid at all. He does not squint at them and walks through them calmly.

Yuegui stands at the bottom and looks at the little figure gradually moving away. She is so scared that her face turns white. She wants to go up and hold him down, but she is afraid of being chased by the guards. She has to look at Ning Jiu standing at the gate of the main hall for help. Unfortunately, Lord Ning is also attracted by the little prince and doesn't receive her help.

As soon as she turned around and saw Jia Tong, she immediately caught him like catching a straw. "Stop the prince quickly, go and take his highness down. It's going to be a disaster."

Jia Tong had seen it for a long time, but he had no choice but to say, "no one can get close to the hall at this time. Do you want me to die?"

The little prince arrived at the gate of the hall. Seeing Ning Jiu for a moment, he didn't mean to help himself. He didn't say a word. He bent down and climbed over the high threshold. When he got inside, he propped up his hands on the ground and raised his buttocks. He stood up. He didn't forget to tidy up his little Cloak before he took a step.

As soon as Murong Lin appeared at the door, the emperor saw him. His cold and hard face softened in a moment. The courtiers at the bottom noticed the emperor's expression. They were very surprised and looked sideways. Soon, a small figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Civil and military officials stood on both sides of the main hall. In the middle of the hall was a large carpet of rich and colorful short velvet. In full view of the public, Mo Ronglin walked on the blanket with his head held high. Although there was no sound, he walked with great momentum. He went down to Danbi, then bent down and climbed up with his hands and feet, just as he did in Nanyuan a year ago The Dragon chair of Nanyuan empress.

The hall was silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the little prince who was struggling to climb. Hao pingguan was standing on the left side of the emperor's seat. His heart almost reached his throat. He was afraid that the little prince would fall off the high platform and wanted to help him. But the atmosphere of the hall was so strange that the emperor sat upright and the ministers held their breath. He moved I dare not move.

Obviously, his worry was superfluous. Although Danbi was high, muronglin was steady step by step. The courtiers only saw the gorgeous tail silently across the high stairs until he got to the foot of the emperor, and then stood up with the legs of the chair, almost at one go.

The stupefied courtiers all breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if they had come to life. The emperor held him up in his arms and put him on his lap. His calm eyes swept over the courtiers' faces one by one. "Go on with the business."The courtiers had seen the storm and cooperated with each other very well. Just like nothing happened just now, they continued to go to the court in good order.

Therefore, for the first time in hundreds of years in the East Yue Dynasty, there were two people sitting on the Dragon chair in the Jinluan hall. This was an amazing scene. In Hao pingguan's eyes, it was a scene that made him sad. It was like the common people's home, where widowers who had lost their wives and young children depended on each other and had to take them everywhere.

At first, the emperor was worried that the child would be too young to sit still and make a lot of noise. As a result, Mo Ronglin was very quiet. Although sitting on his lap, his back was straight, and his two big eyes looked at the courtiers indifferently. He side face observation Mo Rong Lin, found that his dark eyes, seems to have a little God color.

Mo Ronglin probably took this as a new game, and he was happy with it. Every day, he would sit on the Dragon chair in the Jinluan hall during the time of going to court, and accept the worship of the courtiers below with a pride beyond his age.

There was a lot of discussion about this, but no one dared to come forward and accuse the little prince of destroying the order of the court. The emperor spoiled him. Who dares to hit the mountain? Even those speech officials only dare to say it in private, dare not poke it on the table.

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