Splendid Twins

The little emperor's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he seemed a little embarrassed and spoke shyly:

"Uncle, I...I want to go too..."

Lu Yuan was stunned, looking at the little emperor who was acting a little abnormal today:

"reason?"

The little emperor was a little entangled and said:

"I haven't been to any place other than the Imperial Palace yet. I also want to pick up the Imperial Aunt..."

Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows:

"You are the emperor."

"You said I was a child, and children say whatever they want. This is called childish talk..."

The little emperor regretted what he said boldly. Although his uncle was tolerant of him, he was indeed too presumptuous...

He couldn't help but step back. If the emperor's uncle got angry, he would admit his mistake.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Lu Yuan's eyes. This little emperor was becoming more and more daring. Xiao Junyi was a good-for-nothing, but his son was likable.

"Go practice calligraphy!"

The little emperor's heart finally died, and his head drooped:

"Yes, uncle."

After everyone left, Lu Yuan folded the letter and put it away carefully, then sat down and began to review the memorials. The uncle and nephew were busy with their own things, and the hall was quiet for a while.

Shadow Blade waited for a long time but heard no movement from inside. He blinked in confusion and happened to see the eunuch delivering tea. He immediately walked over and took over:

"I come."

Lu Yuan didn't look up when he heard the noise, but kept drawing with a red pen. The man's tall and majestic figure blocked a large area of ​​light and shadow, and his aura was restrained and steady, making people dare not act rashly.

Ying Ren raised his eyes carelessly and met Lu Yuan's half-smiley eyes. His eyelids trembled slightly and he said with a guilty conscience:

"Master, if you have something to say, please speak up..."

Lu Yuan snorted coldly:

"In order to congratulate the new emperor of North Vietnam on his ascension to the throne, Nanliang needs to send an envoy. You can arrange the itinerary."

Upon hearing the serious matter, Shadow Blade collected his thoughts and said solemnly:

"The minister obeys the order."

"Go."

Lu Yuan looked at the memorial in his hand with cold eyes. It would be better for the little emperor to stay with him in the palace. These old foxes are really like planning another plan when one fails!

He immediately picked up his inkstone and wrote several pages. When Lu Yuan was serious, he had an extremely powerful aura, as if he had turned into a towering mountain.

An indescribable aura surrounds his body, which is the majesty forged by the accumulation of years, power and intrigue, and the baptism of countless storms.

As his wrist turned slightly, the tip of the pen seemed to fall on the rice paper in one go with the force of thunder.

Several pages of handwriting jumped onto the paper like flowing clouds and running water, with iron-like strokes and silver-like hooks, and the force penetrated through the paper, full of strength and tension.

The little emperor walked to the dragon table with the ten big characters he had written. His eyes were clear and bright, and when he looked at people, they would unconsciously bend into a crescent shape. The corners of his mouth would also rise, revealing an innocent smile.

"Has it been written?"

Lu Yuan stretched out his hand, and the little emperor quickly handed it over:

"Uncle, the government affairs are complicated and you have worked hard."

When Lu Yuan glanced at the little emperor's crooked and childish handwriting, his brows frowned slightly, and an indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"This king is not hard-working, but his life is hard."

Little Emperor: "..."

Lu Yuan tapped the table with his fingers, making a rhythmic sound, as if he was thinking about something.

Although the rhythm was light, it made the little emperor's scalp tense. He knew that his handwriting was not good. He had copied many calligraphy works of famous scholars, but he just couldn't write well...

Finally, Lu Yuan took a deep breath and suppressed all the complicated emotions in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at the little emperor, his eyes returning to their former calmness and depth.

"When you come back, you can review the memorials yourself!"

The little emperor didn't react for a moment, what?

Seeing his blank eyes and confused look, Lu Yuan rarely showed a trace of fatigue:

"Xiao Chen, you are the emperor. You have to shoulder the burden of Southern Liang. You can't let the censors impeach you for your ugly handwriting!"

The little emperor's face instantly turned red, and he could not help thinking of those spitting ministers criticizing his ugly handwriting...

The young emperor felt a headache just thinking about it. He did not have the same means as his uncle. If he could not control the court officials, wouldn’t he become the most shameful emperor in history?

No, absolutely not!

Lu Yuan spoke slowly, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty:

"You must know that being an emperor carries a heavy responsibility. When you are ten years old, I will let you personally take charge of government affairs and let you feel the pressure of governing a country."

He leaned forward slightly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and continued:

"At that time, you will no longer be a carefree child, but will have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of a country and make decisions that benefit the people of the world. I hope you can mature soon and live up to everyone's expectations."

Although the little emperor was young, he could feel the weight of Lu Yuan's words.

He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination, and his childish voice revealed his expectations for the future:

"Uncle, I will study hard and live up to your expectations."

He could feel the protection and care that his uncle showed him. Although he was strict most of the time, he still liked being with his uncle.

He taught him how to ride a horse, practice martial arts, and practice swordplay, and also had someone teach him how to read and write. He had never received so much attention when his father was alive. He said that one should not be too greedy, and that his uncle could completely depose him and become the emperor. He had heard such remarks before.

"Okay, take some time to prepare."

Lu Yuan threw those ugly words aside, stood up and walked out.

"Uncle, what are you preparing for?"

Lu Yuan didn't stop walking and said:

"Take you to pick up your aunt."

When the little emperor heard this, his eyes instantly lit up like stars and a brilliant smile spread across his face.

He could hardly believe his ears and rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he had not heard wrong.

Then, he almost jumped up with joy, his small body swaying slightly on the dragon throne, and he cheered with joyful dance:

"Great! Uncle, I'll go right away!"

Lu Yuan possessed peerless martial arts and had extremely sharp hearing. When he heard the little emperor's joyful laughter, a smile appeared on his lips and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

When the whole court learned that Lu Yuan was going to take the little emperor out, there was an uproar. Several important ministers were so angry that they almost pointed at Lu Yuan's nose and scolded him. The Regent was not sending an envoy to a foreign country, he was simply seeking death with the lifeline of Southern Liang!

The young emperor was both excited and nervous. It was the first time he saw his uncle being scolded. There were ministers who had criticized his uncle before, but they were taken away by the Flying Eagle Army before they could say a few words.

Now, these ministers' faces turned pale and their chests rose and fell violently. Oh, some even cried directly...

Looking at the emperor's uncle again, his face looked... Why does he seem to be in a good mood? ?

Finally, several ministers were invited to the imperial study. The little emperor was walking around outside. At such a young age, he couldn't hide his emotions. There was a hint of nervousness on his face. Whether he could go out to play depended on whether his uncle could hold on...