Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

"Okay, okay, I really admire you. If you are greedy, just say you are greedy. But be careful with your attitude and tone. Aren't you afraid that I will add something to it?" Mu Yingbao said this and stood up.

She skillfully lit the charcoal for a small stove, placed the casserole on the stove, picked up a large porcelain bowl, and poured the remaining pigeon soup into it.

The ingredients are sufficient. In fact, if two more people come, everything is enough except the pigeon soup.

"Brother Hui, don't think that you don't have to provide for me in my old age just because you become the emperor. If you try to cheat me, I won't tolerate it." Old Man Tao warned in a serious tone.

Brother Hui, tears still hanging on his face, nodded vigorously.

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and get the dishes and chopsticks." Xue Wenyu came over without any emotion.

"And there's wine," Old Man Tao added.

Upon hearing this, Brother Hui immediately stood up, smiled and walked towards the cupboard.

My mother once said that many things in this world cannot be achieved at the same time.

If you gain this, you may lose that.

As for himself, he actually didn't lose anything. General Shang and his uncle didn't betray him. Instead, they were doing it for his own good, helping him establish the dignity of a king!

Also, no matter how others treat him, his mother, father, and great-grandfather will never change.

Brother Hui feels that he should not be too greedy, having this is enough!

He took the bowls and chopsticks, put the wine pot and salt in place, wiped away his tears with his sleeves, and Brother Hui's mood improved.

"Oh, this is terrible, Wenyu, do you think that we have seen the king of this country cry? Will he make things difficult for us and retaliate against us in the future?" Old man Tao joked.

Xue Wenyu smiled and said, "Are you still afraid of retaliation? How did you get the nickname of Ghost-Seeing Sorrow? Don't tell me you called it that yourself."

Brother Hui felt a little embarrassed by the two elders' words, so he quickly went to wash himself.

When he sat back in his seat, Mu Yingbao's two bowls of casserole dumplings were ready, and he saw his father immediately stood up and brought them.

He first gave it to Old Man Tao, and then served his own.

Mu Yingbao made a cup of milk tea for Brother Hui and prepared a few dishes of snacks for the two of them.

She poured a plate of drunkard peanuts, cut a plate of her own red sausage, a plate of pork skin jelly, and a plate of preserved eggs and tofu.

After Mu Yingbao sat down, he said to Brother Hui, "Son, don't listen to your great-grandfather. What's wrong with shedding tears? It's nothing. Do you know that according to legend, there was an emperor younger than you. He was pushed onto the throne when he was three years old. When he looked at the civil and military officials in the court, he was so scared that he cried and wet his pants."

"Ah? Mother, was his father also killed?" Brother Hui's attention was immediately diverted.

Mu Yingbao shook his head; "No, his father is alive. Do you remember the story I told you before about a queen mother ruling the country from behind the curtain? That queen mother was the grandmother of this little emperor.

The little emperor was chosen by her. When he ascended the throne, his father Zaifeng served as regent, and another Empress Dowager Longyu ruled the country from behind the curtain.

It's ridiculous to think about it. Choosing a three-year-old child to be the emperor, when his father is said to be a man who only cares about the life and death of his own family, letting such a person assist the little emperor will certainly have disastrous consequences.

Do you know what his father did when the little emperor was afraid and cried during the court session? He told his son to hold on a little longer, it would be over soon, it would be over soon.

When he said this at the coronation ceremony, the ministers were all talking about it, saying how could he say something so unlucky that the country would soon be destroyed on such an important day? As a result, within three years, the country really perished.

Mu Yingbao told a piece of history that he knew, which stunned the three people in front of him, young and old.

At first, everyone thought she said this just to comfort Brother Hui.

But after hearing what happened later, they all felt that this was not a fabricated story, but that such a thing really happened.

No one knows how many countries, big and small, there are in this world. There must be some such things happening!

But how come she knew this, but they had never heard anyone talk about it?

Old man Tao felt that he had been traveling the world since he was young, but he didn't know as much as she did, and he was dissatisfied in his heart!

Xue Wenyu once again attributed the matter to the secret she was hiding.

"Mother, with you as your son, Yan Kingdom will only become more and more prosperous. It will definitely not be like that unlucky little emperor, who destroyed the kingdom so quickly." Brother Hui said confidently.

"Of course, who is my son?" Mu Yingbao was relieved to see that the child had resolved his worries, and said proudly.

"Son, remember this. In the court, you are the emperor of Yan State. When you come back to us, you are our child. If you encounter any difficult problems, don't worry, come back and tell us.

Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang, and what’s more, the three of us are much better than the cobblers. “Mu Yingbao seized the opportunity to give the child confidence.

Brother Hui smiled and nodded; "Mr. Mu, who is Zhuge Liang? Is he very powerful and smart?"

When Mu Yingbao heard this, he realized that he had forgotten everything else and another name popped up in his mind.

But fortunately, this person still knows a lot.

If you really can't explain it, then you can only talk nonsense.

She shook her head and imitated the tone of the storyteller in the teahouse: "Zhuge Liang, also known as Kongming and Wulong.

He was the prime minister of a certain dynasty, a powerful politician, proficient in military tactics and good at calligraphy. He was granted the title of Marquis of Wuxiang during his lifetime and posthumously named Marquis of Zhongwu. A man named Liu Bei visited him three times in his cottage to invite him out of retirement.

It can be seen how powerful he is.

That was all she could say; she didn't know any more.

"Mother, if we have such a talent in Yan State, I will follow Liu Bei's example and invite him to come by visiting him three times." Brother Hui said with inspiration.

Especially Xue Wenyu, the look in his eyes when he looked at Mu Yingbao became even gentler.

Even at the dinner table, just telling a story or something can benefit the children a lot.

In Xue Wenyu's eyes and heart, she is the most powerful one.

"Son, do you still remember Li Shuiyuan?" Mu Yingbao asked when he remembered.

Brother Hui responded immediately; "Son remembers, the son of Li Jiecheng, the Minister of Justice. Mother, you mean 7"

Mu Yingbao said seriously, "Son, I think he is a hundred times stronger than his father. It would be great if you could invite him to the palace to assist you. The civil and military officials in the court are a mixed bag. After you ascend the throne, you should gradually replace them. Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, it will be very difficult for us to govern a country with our own strength."

Brother Hui's expression was more serious than Mu Yingbao's. He understood this principle.

In Xue Wenyu's eyes and heart, she is the most powerful one.

"Son, do you still remember Li Shuiyuan?" Mu Yingbao asked when he remembered.

Brother Hui responded immediately; "Son remembers, the son of Li Jiecheng, the Minister of Justice. Mother, you mean 7"

Mu Yingbao said seriously, "Son, I think he is a hundred times stronger than his father. It would be great if you could invite him to the palace to assist you. The civil and military officials in the court are a mixed bag. After you ascend the throne, you should gradually replace them. Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, it will be very difficult for us to govern a country with our own strength."

Brother Hui's expression was more serious than Mu Yingbao's. He understood this principle.

Old man Tao couldn't help but look at Xue Wenyu, wondering how he would react to what Mu Yingbao said. Would he say that women shouldn't interfere in government affairs?