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The birthday ceremony of His Highness the Crown Prince was still held in a very grand and splendid manner. All Beijing officials above the seventh rank and local officials above the fifth rank received invitations.

This also allowed the ministers to receive the signal that the emperor attaches great importance to the prince. Presumably, as long as the prince grows up safely, the throne will definitely be his.

However, with the lessons learned from the past, the ministers still did not draw conclusions lightly. No matter what the result is, it will be more than ten or twenty years later, and they are not in a hurry to express their loyalty.

The music started, and the emperor in a heavy dragon robe walked into the Chengde Hall with the little prince in his arms, followed by the queen in a black dress.

Even if you look at this combination for a few more years, the officials will not be used to it.

After three shouts of long live and thousand live, everyone saw His Majesty the Emperor holding the queen in one hand and the little prince in the other, sitting carefully on the dragon chair.

"Everyone is flat, today is the first birthday of the emperor, and all of you are guests, so there is no need to be too polite."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The huge palace has been transformed into a temporary living room. Throughout the ages, the ministers have never heard of holding a birthday ceremony for the prince in the Chengde Hall. The emperor can't wait to send the best things in the world to the prince.

Could it be that because he knew he was the only son, he was extra favored?

The ministers thought to themselves: Your Majesty, you attach so much importance to His Royal Highness, what does the Empress think?

After all, it wasn't his own, so there must be a gap. Seeing that His Royal Highness has been relying on the emperor, he didn't even look at the queen.

"Okay, don't blame him anymore. What does he know when he's so young? It's just a few sets of clothes. I have already told the Garment Bureau to make a few more sets for you." Teng Yu said flatteringly next to Yin Xu.

Yin Xu snorted coldly, "It's not a matter of several sets of clothes, it's his cheap hands, if he doesn't teach him a lesson, he will dare to do anything when he grows up."

"Isn't this your true biography? Like a father, like a son." Teng Yu turned his son around and let Yin Xu see his son's aggrieved eyes.

He secretly squeezed his son's buttocks, the little prince immediately drooped his head, groaned twice, begging for sympathy.

He has always only laughed, and it is a little strange to make such an expression of wanting to cry without tears. It looks like he is smiling but not smiling, which is very weird.

Yin Xu pinched his plump cheeks, "Don't pretend to me! It's useless to pretend! You father and son are bullying this young master together."

In the eyes of the officials, this scene became the empress bullying His Highness the Crown Prince, and the officials were no stranger to it. Anyway, in their eyes, it must be the empress' fault for what the one-year-old baby can do.

Teng Yu hugged his son away in time, coughed twice, "That... I was wronged, how about going back tonight and letting him deal with it?"

Yin Xu squinted at him, "Okay, but I have to throw this kid out of the door, I don't want to see him for the time being."

Teng Yu and his son looked at each other, and found that his son had regained his heartless and cheerful expression, and he didn't even know that he was going to separate rooms with his two fathers tonight.

"Okay!" Teng Yu looked at his son sympathetically, he didn't know when this kid would be sensible, and if he continued to be so stupid, what should he do.

"Your Majesty, everything has been arranged, and we can take His Highness the Crown Prince over there to catch Zhou." Manager Qu trotted up the steps to report.

Teng Yu looked down, and sure enough, he saw that the long table under the stairs was already full of things, and guardrails were carefully surrounded on both sides to prevent His Highness the Crown Prince from accidentally falling down.

Teng Yu thought for a while, then handed his son to Yin Xu, "You can carry him."

Yin Xu looked at him suspiciously, "Why?"

Teng Yu leaned close to his ear and whispered: "He was born by you, I like that the most important things in his life are decided by you."

Yin Xu cocked his ears and almost pushed him out. He turned his head sideways, took his son with one hand, and picked up his collar to get up and walk down the steps.

The little prince was used to his father's "caress" like this, and he waved his limbs and smiled extraordinarily brightly, and the laughter spread throughout the hall.

All the ministers couldn't bear to look directly at them, and bowed their heads one after another. At this time, even the emperor didn't show his head. Wouldn't it be courting death for them to stand up and accuse the queen?

Yin Xu put his son on the table full of things, patted his buttocks, "Go ahead, grab whatever you like, don't just giggle all day long."

"..." Everyone broke out in a cold sweat, the scolding was really direct.

The little prince looked back at his father, stood up on the table, put his arms around Yin Xu's neck, gave him a sip on his cheek, and then kept giggling.

"Hehe, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes the Queen, and he will definitely be a dutiful son in the future." The Minister of the Household Department eased the atmosphere appropriately, and praised the father and son by the way.

Yin Xu mercilessly separated his son's hand, pointed to the things on the table and said, "Stop pretending to be a filial son, hurry up, just take whatever you want."

I don't know how the tradition of grasping the week came about. Is it true that if you catch something now, you will really become attached to something in this life?What do you need so much experience and education for?

The little prince managed to calm the old man's heart, immediately withdrew his arms, squatted down on the table, and rolled over on the table.

When he came across a writing brush in his hand, the little prince held it subconsciously, and the prime minister immediately flattered him, "His Royal Highness the prince must be a talented man with many talents in the future!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "click", and the brush was broken into two pieces by the little prince.

"Eh..." The Prime Minister immediately retracted his neck, his eyes were on his nose, nose, nose and nose, as if he hadn't said anything.

Throwing away the broken pen, the little prince casually took a piece of Yu Ruyi, put it in his mouth and took a bite. Just when everyone was worried that his teeth would be knocked out, they heard a "click", Yu Ruyi missed a mouthful.

"..." All the ministers continued to break out in cold sweat, thinking: So children's teeth can be so sharp, it seems that they were too ignorant before.

Yin Xu snatched Yu Ruyi from his hand, frowned and asked, "Who took out my young master's things?" Didn't you know that the jade in the entire palace was his private property?

Manager Qu smiled sheepishly, "Forgive me, Your Highness. This old slave liked this very much before seeing His Highness the Crown Prince, so I put it up on my own initiative."

Yin Xu glanced at the things on the long table, and found no other jade, so he didn't pursue it.

A jade handle is as good as it is, and if it is defeated by his son, he can still afford to lose it.

The little prince kicked a coral tree off the table, and swept the gold and silver covered in a circle under him off the table, and then rolled around on the table in satisfaction.

Yin Xu doubted that he wanted to use this long table as a bed. See how comfortable he is rolling?

"Bao'er, enough is enough, choose quickly!" Yin Xu urged, frowning.

The little guy turned around, faced Yin Xu, stared at Yin Xu with a pair of smiling eyes, and took a steamed bun from the side plate and stuffed it into his mouth to eat.

"Hehe, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely bring good weather and good harvests to the people in the future."

The little prince took two bites of the steamed bun and threw it away. He picked up the abacus and shook it. It was interesting to hear the crisp sound, so when everyone thought he had found a new toy, they saw him taking the pieces on the abacus one by one. Take it apart, and then... play it as marbles.

The ministers couldn't laugh anymore, the prince is so powerful, should they also boast a few words?

In the blink of an eye, the little prince threw away all the abacus, climbed up on the long table with both hands and feet, and ran from one end to the other with his calves, kicking off all obstacles encountered during the process. There was a "crackling" sound in the huge palace.

Seeing that the box he secretly put on the table was about to suffer, Teng Yu hurriedly coughed twice, and called out: "Bao'er, first choose something for Father, and then we can continue playing."

When the little prince heard Teng Yu speak, he immediately stopped to look at him, blinked his eyes, then bent down to pick up a wooden box on the table, and stretched out his hands towards Teng Yu.

"Show me the things quickly, and see what our Crown Prince has caught."

"Yes." Manager Qu walked over to take the box and present it to the emperor, but just as he stretched out his hand, the little prince immediately let go of it, and the wooden box fell down and hit the ground.

Teng Yu was about to make a move, but Yin Xu who was on the side was one step faster than him, scooped up the box just before it touched the ground, and then knocked on his son's forehead, "I don't even know how to hand anything, just forget about it!"

The little prince didn't understand what happened at all, he smiled and went to snatch the wooden box, Yin Xu naturally knew what was in it, so he refused to give it to him, holding the wooden box to tease his son.

The little prince had fun at first, but when he couldn't grab what he wanted, he became anxious, stomping his feet and suddenly said: "The box is for Daddy!"

"..." Oh my god, who said that His Highness the Crown Prince can't speak?Listen to this articulation, how smooth it is!And even know how to help dad grab things, how filial.

"Haha..." Teng Yu walked down the steps, hugged his son in his arms and kissed again and again, "Bao'er, you can talk now, so why haven't you heard you talk on weekdays?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince twisted his hips, and stretched out his hands towards Yin Xu.

Yin Xu threw the box to him and said with a sneer, "Because you are too noisy, my son is too lazy to talk to you."

His Majesty the Emperor: "..."