The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 280 The Emperor's Order Is Difficult to Violate ([-])

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ford took your mother out with a wink.

"Empress, am I clingy?" The little prince hugged Fei Tong's neck, trying to put on a tight face, "Do you not like Ling'er?"

"No, my Ling'er is so cute." Fei Tong wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "How could you not like it, but—"

With a sudden turning point, the little prince immediately became nervous.

"Your Majesty, Ling'er will change." The little claw clenched into a fist.

"However, Zhen's Ling'er is also the crown prince of our Liang Dynasty, a good man who stands up to the sky, in the future, we can't shed tears easily, men don't cry easily." Fei Tong's tone was very gentle, and she put the little prince on the low table.

"But..." the little prince sucked his nose hard, "but I woke up and didn't see the Queen Mother, so I was afraid."

The big watery eyes of the child just stare at you, looking forward to your admiration.

The little claws also moved around nervously, their short and fat fingers hooked together.

Hum!so cute!

Hong Tong couldn't bear it anymore.

Such a cute little doll, who is willing to put pressure on it!

"Ling'er, come." Fei Tong put her hand in front of Xiao Ling, "Give me your hand."

The little prince put his chubby paws on his hands, his eyes were puzzled and curious.

Crimson Tong gathered her five fingers together and wrapped his little claws in the palm of her hand, "Do you feel it?"

"What?" The round child tilted his head and moved his short fingers.

"The existence of the Queen Mother." Fei Tong said with a smile, and added another hand, "The Queen Mother is here and will not leave. The Queen Mother will grow up with Ling'er, but the Queen Mother will grow old. So I need Ling'er's help."

"Can my son help too?" Hearing this, the little prince's eyes sparkled, "What the mother emperor needs my son to do, I will definitely be able to do it."

"Really?" A trace of cunning flickered across Hong Tong's eyes.

"En!" The little prince puffed out his small chest in a vow.

Ford waited outside the hall, peeking inside from time to time, ready to go in and serve at any time.

After an hour, a voice called from inside, and he quickly walked in in small steps.

Slightly raised his eyes and glanced, on the spacious table, one side was opened for easy reading; the other side was neatly arranged.

And His Majesty was sitting behind the table, holding His Highness the Crown Prince who was already asleep with one hand, and was still diligently correcting the memorial with the other hand.

"Your Majesty," he whispered.

Hong Tong looked up at him.

Fude is considered an old man in the palace, he was by Xiao Fei's side when the late emperor was around, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a confidant.

After Xiao Fei died, he followed Xiao Ling.

Although he bullied others, he never really hurt or respected Xiao Ling, he just regarded him as a master who couldn't be trusted wholeheartedly.

Putting aside those things that didn't happen, this person alone has good abilities, knows how to do things, and has a delicate mind.

Available.

Being scrutinized like that day today, Ford was very upset.

No matter how good-tempered this person is, he is still the emperor.

A companion is like a tiger, and no one can guarantee whether she will suddenly attack in the next second.

When the Son of Heaven is angry, millions of corpses are buried!

Even if he has been with him for a long time, Ford can't guarantee whether he has gained the true trust of His Majesty.

While waiting nervously, he quickly recalled whether he had done anything he shouldn't have done.

Before he could think of anything, he heard that person order softly: "Help me to hug the prince, my hands are numb."

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly stepped forward to take Xiao Ling, and held her firmly in his arms with extremely precise posture.

(End of this chapter)