In the past, when Chen Zhaoyi was not crazy, he would often call his name privately.

She usually calls him Xiaohan when she is in a very good mood.

Later, when Chen Zhaoyi left, no one called him his name again. Everyone called him the third prince and later became the crown prince. Now when everyone saw him, they would respectfully call him His Majesty the Emperor.

No one has ever called him Ah Han.

These two words are more intimate than Qinghan, but they are not as funny as Xiaohan.

Perhaps only Xixi can say these two words so naturally in this world.

This is the nickname that Xixi has for him alone.

Only she can shout, and only she can shout.

Luo Qinghan felt that his heart was scratched slightly, a little itchy and a little soft.

He couldn't help but reach out to hug Xixi, lowered his head to approach her, and whispered.

"Be good, shout again."

What responded to him was Xixi's steady breathing sound.

She fell asleep again.

Luo Qinghan sighed softly and kissed her hair.

He hugged his beloved, and he felt extremely at ease and soon fell into a deep dream.

The next morning, the hail incident became the focus of discussion among the ministers.

Everyone expressed their opinions, and they were very lively when they said everything. The emperor listened quietly most of the time and responded occasionally, but even so, no one dared to ignore this overly handsome young emperor.

When this emperor first ascended the throne, someone had relied on his seniority to try to challenge the majesty of the new emperor.

As a result, those people were either dismissed from office, transferred from afar, or even the grass on the grave was tall.

Anyway, no one has a good ending.

After so many lessons, the courtiers no longer dare to underestimate the emperor.

In addition to the emperor's vigorous promotion of young talents, it can be seen that the emperor does not value family status and qualifications now, but what he values ​​more is real talent and practical work.

This led to a strong sense of crisis among the old ministers in the court.

They were afraid that these old waves would be beaten to death on the beach by the front waves, and they all wanted to show themselves.

This is true today. Whether it is an old minister or a new high school, as long as the people standing in the hall of conventions, they are actively planning countermeasures, and the atmosphere is much better than the lifeless look before.

With the help of a group of people, the response plan for hail disasters has been released. Next, just implement it according to this plan.

Luo Qinghan was about to announce his retreat from the court. The censor with a strong head walked out of the queue and said in a loud voice.

"Hail is a natural disaster. According to the convention, every time there is a natural disaster, the emperor must go to Taimiao to apologize to his ancestors and issue a self-criticism to the people of the world to stabilize the hearts of the people. I beg Your Majesty to follow the convention and report to Taimiao and issue an edict to the self-criticism!"

After saying that, he knelt on the ground and gave a big gift.

For a moment, there was no sound in the hall of conventions.

Everyone held their breath and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

In fact, it is not just a grand dynasty. There has been such an unwritten practice in all dynasties. Every time a natural disaster occurs, the emperor has to take the initiative to take responsibility, sue the Taimiao, issue a self-destruction to express his repentance to God, hoping that the disaster will stop and that the weather will be good every year.

However, everyone knows very well that the practical significance of doing so is not very great.

The so-called suing Taimiao and issuing a self-destruction is nothing more than a self-deception.

Therefore, in the morning court today, almost everyone tacitly chose to ignore this matter. They wanted to pretend that this was not the case, so as not to cause the emperor's displeasure and cause unintentional disasters to themselves.

Who would have thought that there was such a censor who was as if he was blind and could not see the current situation at all. He opened his mouth and pierced the window paper.

The originally harmonious and beautiful atmosphere was completely mixed.

There was only silence and embarrassment left in the chamber of conventions.

Countless people scolded the censor in their hearts, wouldn’t it be better to live well? I have to commit suicide!

Luo Qinghan was indeed a little unhappy.

Natural disasters cannot be controlled by human resources. He does not think it is his own fault, nor does he think that he can make the country happy by issuing a self-destruction.

Instead of spending time doing these fancy things, it is better to use more snacks to do practical things.

He sat upright on his head, looked at the censor kneeling on the ground coldly, and said in a low voice.

"You are right, but I am too busy recently and have some physical discomfort. I don't have time to go to Taimiao in person. I can only ask the King of Ying to come for me this time. As for the imperial edict, let's talk about it when I finish my work."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the convention hall without looking back.

Everyone respectfully sent the emperor away.

In the palace of the British prince.

Luo Yechen looked confused when he looked at the imperial edict sent to him.

"Why did I go to Taimiao to apologize to my ancestors? What does this matter have to do with me?"

Cao Nuo held the imperial edict in both hands and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is busy with state affairs recently, and I really can't get out of my time to go to Taimiao, so I can only ask the prince to do it for you."

Luo Yechen looked sunny and his expression: "But why is this king?"

Cao Nuo: "The prince and His Majesty are brothers. They are in the same mood. There is really no more suitable replacement candidate in this world than the prince."

Luo Yechen: “…”

Just because I am brothers and he can justify him?!

No one can get human nature!

Cao Nuo reminded: "Prince, please accept the order."

Luo Yechen endured the urge to smell the fragrance, took the imperial edict with both hands, and bowed to the direction of the palace unwillingly: "Thank you Lord Long's kindness."

Cao Nuo completed the task successfully, whisked the dust and left with silence.

Luo Yechen threw the imperial edict aside, his face turned green with anger.

Bu Shengyan asked someone to make him a cup of chrysanthemum tea so that he could get angry.

Luo Yechen doesn't want to drink tea, he just wants to scold people now.

Bu Shengyan comforted and said, "Your Majesty, don't be angry, you just go to Taimiao. Just think that you are going out for a while. Anyway, you often go out for fun."

Luo Yechen said angrily: "This is not a play? I am going to Taimiao to kowtow to my ancestors and admit my mistakes, but what did I do wrong? Why should I admit my mistakes? I am not convinced!"

When the emperor has no share in his position, he will think of him when he admits his mistake.

He should not be the sucker!

Bu Shengyan knew that this guy's rebellious mentality was coming. The more he persuaded him, the stronger his rebellious intention would be.

So after a few words of coaxing her, she stopped coaxing her, and instead let someone carry Xiaohan over.

Seeing the baby smashed it, Luo Yechen's attention was immediately diverted.

He and Bu Shengyan circled around Xiaohan.

The more I looked, the more I looked, the more cute it became. Even the bubbles he vomited were so crystal clear that Luo Yechen was full of joy, and the anger in his stomach dissipated.

After Luo Yechen calmed down, he thought about going to Taimiao to sue the crime. Although he was still a little dissatisfied, he did not resist as much as before.

Just as the princess said, it would be better to go out for a walk.
Chapter completed!