The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 279 The Emperor's Order Is Hard to Violate ([-])

The majestic and majestic hall stands majestically under the sun, the glazed tiles on the top are shining with golden light, and the auspicious beasts carved in the corners of the hall mock the wind, looking up.

A man wearing blue-gray clothes, a red hat, and holding a whisk in his hand walked very fast, turning around the solemn corridors and stepping into the hall.

Inside the hall is a low-key luxury, everything looks inconspicuous, but the value is hard to buy.

Behind the thick bead curtain is a low table, and a bright yellow figure is correcting something at the desk.

"Your Majesty." Ford stopped in front of the bead curtain, bowed to the ground with a respectful expression, and his voice was a little eager.

"What's the matter?" The voice was solemn and majestic, with a slender voice, obviously not what a grown man should have.

"His Royal Highness fell down and kept crying for you." When Fude thought of his lovely little Highness who was as cute as a nephrite dumpling, his heart softened no matter how hard he was.

"Your mother can't coax your highness well. If this continues, your highness' throat may be hurt."

"Hey. Where is he?" Fei Tong put down the vermilion pen and pressed her temples, full of helplessness.

In this world, in order to assist more conveniently, she did not choose to descend in her original body, but directly took over the emperor's body and became the prince's mother.

According to the original trajectory, when the little prince was five years old, his mother was assassinated and died.

The little prince was just able to walk when he was rushed to the shelves by the ministers and became the puppet emperor.

Even though he is well-clothed and well-fed, no one treats him sincerely, and everyone has their own goals.

The eunuchs who serve him every day are for money and power, and for domineering in this cage-like palace;
Relying on this identity, his father grasped the power of the court. Even though he was a great general, he had been stabilizing the entire court, but he had never looked at his son directly.

His Taifu taught him diligently, but only to let him regain his rights, for the so-called Confucianism, Taoism, and the principles of monarchy.

No one asked him what he thought, how he felt, no one cared about him.

They could only see the word "Emperor" on him.

Emperor Xiao Ling was lonely all his life, and only managed to get a little warmth when he was dying frequently.

When Fei Tong arrived, Empress Xiao Fei was already dying.

At that time, the little Xiao Ling seemed to feel that his relatives were about to leave, and cried heartbreakingly.

Even though Fei Tong is slowly recovering now, he is still very afraid of her leaving, and will cry when he can't see her for a while.

Even if he just sat there and played with himself, he was unwilling to leave her, and stared at her unblinkingly with his round eyes.

What a sweet annoyance.

Over there, Ford had already brought your mother, who was holding the five-year-old prince, in.

"Kowtow to Your Majesty." Your mother carefully put down Xiao Ling, and respectfully kowtowed to the ground.

As soon as the little prince's feet touched the ground, he had already planned to happily rush towards his mother, but he noticed your mother's actions.

He stopped, with tears still in his big eyes, and saluted Fei Tong with a soft and sticky voice: "My son has met the empress, and the empress Wan'an."

A small person, who is still a little wobbly when he stands by himself, but he is very regular when he salutes, and no one can find any mistakes.

"Okay, come here, aren't you here to see the Queen Mother?" Feitong could hardly control the love gushing out of her heart, and smiled and opened her hands.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo to the queen…" Upon hearing the words of permission, the little crown prince ran towards Fei Tong like a swallow returning to her nest, and coquettishly said: "Ling'er thinks you don't want Ling'er anymore."

"How could that be?" Feitong held him on her lap, and when she looked at the two people lying on the ground over there, she returned to her inviolable imperial appearance, "Get up."

(End of this chapter)