386 Became the emperor and went to the Seven Palaces
"No need." Hei Si simply refused. Hei Si didn't even give Zhao Hu a chance to speak again, and said with a tigerish face: "Let him sit down, or we will fight!"
Zhao Hu's foot slipped.
Other ministers came forward and said, "Master Si, this is unreasonable."
When did Hei Si care about these red tapes and etiquette? He looked at the ministers with his calm black eyes.
His eyes were extremely cold.
The ministers shuddered, then raised their eyes to look at Xiao Dou Ding nestled on the dragon chair. No matter how they looked at it, they found it unacceptable.
Nangong Xiaomiao's small fangs were still biting the scimitar on her paw, her amber eyes were wandering back and forth, she looked very well-behaved, and she had a sly smile on her face as she wondered how she would spend the money in the future...
Hei Si nodded his little head, his eyes were as noble as snow, and said to the group of ministers: "Salute."
The ministers looked at each other for a while, some knelt down with fear, and some straightened their backs, looking like they were ready to risk their lives.
If the young master of the Hei family is allowed to sit in this position, perhaps it is not so difficult to accept in their hearts.
However, they would not be willing to let a little boy from nowhere become the emperor of the Huang Dynasty!
Hei Si looked at the officials who refused to kneel quietly, frowned, and his face became hard again.
The minister who was not afraid of death took a step forward: "Master Si, I hope that Master Si will take back his life."
After the first one, everyone was no longer afraid. They clasped their hands and shouted: "I hope Master Si will take back his life!"
Nangong Xiaomiao's ears hurt from the noise. She rubbed her earlobes vigorously with her little paws and purred.
Hei Si lowered his eyes, hiding his deep displeasure under his long eyelashes: "He is the flesh and blood of the Seventh Palace outside, and is of the royal family's blood. This position is just right for him."
"Si, Master Si, what are you talking about?" The old minister couldn't believe his ears: "The flesh and blood of the Seventh, Seventh Palace?!!!"
That His Highness, who has a cold temperament and is as cold as frost, actually has a child?
Could it be that he heard it wrong?
Hei Si repeated in a calm voice: "He is the flesh and blood of the Seventh Palace outside and of the royal family's blood. This position is just right for him."
The ministers heard everything clearly now. They held their breaths deeply and looked at Little Douding sitting on the dragon chair again. He indeed looked similar to His Majesty the Seventh Prince when he was a child.
But wasn’t this child the bastard conceived by the good-for-nothing Nangong family back then?
In other words, Nangong Baiye is pregnant with Qidian’s son!
So much news hit them all at once, and the ministers were so shocked that they didn't know which one to study first.
Hei Si raised a nice eyebrow: "Are you still not polite?"
The standing ministers, you and I looked at each other, covered our hearts that were beating wildly, and knelt down heavily on the ground with a bang.
His pure bloodline was enough to convince them.
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
The ministers bowed their heads and shouted loudly, and the loud sound echoed in the majestic hall.
Nangong Xiaomiao finally got over her fascination with the scimitar and was dumbfounded. Hei Xiaosi, tell me what is going on!
Hei Si glanced at him, and then fell to the ground on one knee. The cavalry outside followed Hei Si, put down their swords, and performed the royal salute.
This was the youngest emperor in the history of the Huang Dynasty. He even climbed down from the dragon chair with a small body. Even so, he could still see the nobility that belongs to the royal family.
It was night, the heavy snow was drifting away, and there was an unprecedented tranquility.
This was the most peaceful night in such a long time. The eunuchs were standing guard outside the palace and could hear faint conversations.
"Where is the Emperor?"
"In the house, Master Si wanted to serve the emperor by himself, so he kicked us all out."
"Do you think the DPRK will be more peaceful in the future? We slaves will be the first to be unlucky every time there is a change of leadership."
"I can't see it anymore." The eunuch said, looked around, then leaned into the man's ear and said: "Look at the current situation, there is a hint of coercing the emperor to order the princes. On the surface, it is a new situation.
The emperor has inherited the throne, but in fact, the person who makes the decision is not Master Si, he is still following the Hei family behind him, so those of us who serve others must also understand the situation clearly."
The man also lowered his voice: "But what will happen if His Highness the Seventh comes back? I see, the situation will change."
"It's possible. Even though Master Si is young, he is ruthless in his actions. Those who disobey the emperor's management are thrown out to face the wall to think about it. This is not what a child is thinking. Maybe it's...
Even if His Highness the Seventh Prince comes back, he will not return to this imperial power..." The eunuch let out a long sigh.
The night is getting darker, winter has not passed yet, it is still very cold.
In the dormitory, bursts of sandalwood scented the air from the heater, which was intricately carved with floating dragons.
Nangong Xiaomiao was circling the dragon couch, trying to tie Hei Xiaosi to the end of the couch and bury her head in circles.
Hei Si let him tie him up, took the soaked hot towel in his hand, and said to the little man: "Raise your head and wipe your face."
Nangong Xiaomiao was very obedient, enjoying every command and movement he made, "Hei Xiaosi, where did your mother and father go? We have successfully broken through now, but they have disappeared.
"
"They have other things to be busy with." Hei Si carefully moved his hands and spoke calmly.
Nangong Xiaomiao thought for a while, took out a small bag from her arms, and threw it on the ground.
Hula la.
Several boys and girls wearing red coats and green trousers emerged from the black mist, with tears filling their eyes: "Your Highness, you finally remembered us!"
Every time they did this action, Nangong Xiaomiao would feel pain in the corners of her eyes. That gloomy face was really not suitable for making a deer-spotted expression.
"Be good." Nangong Xiaomiao nodded her toes and comforted her little subordinates: "Go and find where daddy went. I can't find them."
The boys and girls thought for a moment and shook their heads: "No, our mission is to stay by your side, Your Highness. If you are in any danger, we can jump out and shield you from the knife."
"..." "..." Nangong Xiaomiao was silent for a while because of the word "bend the knife", and then wiped his little face: "Now that the big monster is dead, and Hei Xiaosi is by my side, you go
Well, when you see your mother, tell her that I have taken care of the entire palace and ask her to come back quickly to get the silver."
The boys and girls believed in Hei Si very much. Only one boy looked at Hei Si with a strange look for a while and insisted on staying!