The system takes the poor cub to find his father

As the day dawned, the heavy door of the bedroom finally opened slowly under the expectant gazes of the ministers.

The imperial teacher with white hair, youthful face and dressed in black robe slowly walked out from the bedroom.

At this moment, golden sunlight poured down, as if covering his entire body with a layer of brilliant golden light, making him look like an otherworldly immortal.

"Mr. Imperial Master!" Upon seeing this, everyone bowed and saluted to show their respect.

Fu Ling raised his hand slightly and waved it gently, exempting everyone from the ceremony of paying homage.

Du Jun was a little anxious. He hurried up a few steps, walked towards Fu Ling, and asked anxiously:

"How is your Majesty?"

Du Jun and another general guarding the border were both Ming Yunqi's most trusted and trusted men who had fought side by side with him to build the country.

Fu Ling could understand Du Jun's urgency.

He shook his head slightly to signal Fu Ling. Du Jun looked at Fu Ling's face and knew that something unexpected must have happened. However, due to the current situation, Fu Ling couldn't say anything. So he glanced at the ministers behind him with different expressions and didn't ask any more questions, but his face became paler.

Fu Ling continued:

"Your Majesty is just physically exhausted. You will recover in a few days after a short rest. All the ministers are the backbone of the country. Please step down for the time being."

The emperor's health is related to the stability of the country, so of course the fewer people who know the truth, the better.

After discussing with Li Defu, Fu Ling believed that the most urgent task was to stabilize the political situation and reassure the hearts of these court officials first.

He lowered his eyes to hide the worry in them, then he took out a piece of black cloth embroidered with gold patterns from his long sleeves and suddenly raised it high above his head.

"Your Majesty has an order." When Fu Ling spoke, he secretly released some spiritual power to assist him. In an instant, his voice was clearly heard by every minister, like the sound of a huge bell.

Du Jun glanced at the scroll, his face suddenly changed, he subconsciously took a few steps back, and then slowly knelt down.

At the same time, the ministers at the steps also knelt down one after another, with the sound of fluttering robes.

"Your Majesty has ordered that the court be suspended for three days. All ministers must perform their duties conscientiously and not slack off."

"Wei Chen accepts the order!"

Du Jun noticed something strange, but he knew Fu Ling well enough to know that he would never harm His Majesty, so he bent over to receive the order.

"Your humble servant obeys your command..." All the ministers followed Prime Minister Du in prostrating themselves and shouting in unison.

The children in the row in front looked at the adults who were bending over in confusion. After a moment of reaction, they immediately followed their example and knelt down prostrate themselves.

At this moment, Xiao Ming Jiang had just come back to his senses from the conversation with 8517. He just opened his eyes and was startled.

I saw children around me, who were of the same age as me or a little older, all kneeling on the ground and bowing, looking very respectful.

He couldn't help but look around in confusion.

Among this group of kneeling people, only he, the little kid sitting on the cushion, looked particularly conspicuous.

Ming Jiang kneeling on the mat with her head lowered was clearly seen by Fu Ling who was standing on the steps.

Xiao Mingjiang keenly sensed a strong gaze staring at him. He raised his head slightly and felt a strong spiritual power entangled with Fu Ling.

Although his current body has been reshaped by 8517, the spiritual trauma caused by the self-destruction of spiritual power has not yet healed.

If I were to face this man head-on at this moment, I would definitely not be his match.

So, Ming Jiang lowered his head obediently. Fu Ling only saw a little kid who was a little slow to react. He imitated the people around him and knelt on the soft cushion. However, because his head was heavy, Ming Jiang fell on the cushion with a flutter, like a little turtle that couldn't get out of its shell, and his two little feet dangled in the air unwillingly.

Fu Ling couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, and raised his hand to cover his face with his sleeve. If it weren't for the solemnity of the occasion, he really wanted to take a closer look at what this quirky little guy looked like.

After all the ministers left one after another, after a while, only a group of little rascals and Fu Ling and his friends were left at the door of the bedroom.

"Master Imperial Master, how should we place these children?"

Steward Li left in a hurry due to something, and the young eunuchs did not dare to make a decision on their own. In desperation, Wang An had to ask the Imperial Master for help.

These children are all descendants of your majesty's clan and have noble status. The crown prince may be chosen from among them in the future.

However, since His Majesty had not given the order personally, they did not dare to arrange for these children to live in the palace or send them home secretly.

"What arrangements has His Majesty the Emperor made before this?" Fu Ling asked.

"Butler Li had been renovating the prince's quarters," the young eunuch replied hastily.

"In that case, we will take them to the prince's residence first. After your majesty's health improves, your majesty will decide whether they should stay or go."

"Yes, I understand."

Since these sons of the royal family who were brought into the palace were qualified to compete for the highest position, they were naturally not fools who knew nothing.

But today's scene still makes these young kids feel scared.

Wang An stepped forward, bowed and greeted the children: "Young masters, please follow me. I will take you to rest."

Hearing that they could finally leave this place, the little ones' tense nerves instantly relaxed. There was a little cub wearing a green robe next to Ming Jiang. He pouted and threw himself into the arms of the wet nurse next to him, crying, "Grandma! I want to go home,

"Hmm..." Before he could finish his words, the woman next to him covered his mouth.

Ming Jiang was closest to them and saw clearly the fear that flashed across the woman's face.

"Young master, please be careful with your words. Never say such things again. Now that you are here, the palace is your home." The woman warned in a low voice.

Mingyan had tears in his eyes. He moved the nurse's hand away from his face with grievance and said with sobs:

"But I miss my parents, what should I do?"

"Only if you are favored by His Majesty can you do whatever you want."

"But the Emperor is ill. How can I win his favor?"

"I don't know, but Your Majesty certainly doesn't like crying children."

"Well, Mingyan, don't cry anymore. You won't cry anymore in the future." Mingyan tried hard to hold back his tears, which were rolling in his eye sockets, about to fall.

Wang An's eyes swept over the young masters one by one, and suddenly frowned.

All the children were seen to be carefully cared for by one or two wet nurses, except for a tiny baby standing alone in the corner, totally out of place with the surrounding environment.

Wang An had never seen such a beautiful child, as delicate as a piece of jade.

The little guy was wearing a red robe with white fluff, and he looked round and cute, like an exquisite porcelain doll. His facial features were delicate, and his cheeks had a little baby fat, which made him very lovable.

What moved Wang An's heart the most was the child's eyes.

The child, who should have been innocent and ignorant, had a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with complex emotions that Wang An could not understand.

This little cub seemed to be out of the world of everyone.

Wang An unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a similarity to His Majesty in the child's cold eyes. He was shocked and secretly speculated about the child's identity and origins.