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The crown prince is two years old, and the whole palace is jubilant. This is his first birthday after returning to the court. The emperor opened the golden gate, and the crown prince's birthday will be grand.

The emperor made a speech, which made all the servants sad. How can it be grand, and how can it satisfy the emperor? Yuegui Qihong became the rivals of all people's flattery. They all came to ask the little prince what he liked. They were afraid that Mo Ronglin would not be happy if he was not considerate.

What else can the little prince like? It's nothing more than a gorgeous cloak, a fine porcelain bottle, and now a dragon chair.

Now the house of internal affairs is more meticulous than serving the emperor. It wants to make new things for the prince. The prince is interested in fine porcelain bottles, so the house of internal affairs has set up a small kiln to make fine porcelain for his royal highness. From the first single white glazed fine porcelain to the later blue and white, three colors, and colorful, the shape also changes from the ordinary wide mouth bottle to the present thin necked beauty bottle and the two ear crisp porcelain The vase, Yuchun plum vase and so on, each one is so exquisite that people can't put it down. Every time the internal affairs office sends something, the laurel is greedy. He wants to ask Mo Ronglin for one or two. But for Mo Ronglin, no matter what the fine porcelain vase becomes, its only use is at the moment when it is broken, although sometimes he doesn't smash it on people's head, just to listen to the sound.

Unwilling to fall behind, the Shangyi supervisor also changed his way to make a cloak for his royal highness. It used to be a single style, with different fabrics and colors, but now it's not the same. He had to ask the painter of Ruyi museum to draw a small sample and present it to his royal highness for him to choose. This is the emperor's only treatment.

For such a big event, the civil and military officials are naturally active. They are either searching for rare treasures or trying to find something that children love to play with. Of course, ordinary bamboo dragonflies, pottery whistles and cloth tigers can't do. They must also be made into jade and gold. Here, there is no ceremony that is less important than affection. The heavier the ceremony is, the heavier the affection is. The officials believe in their efforts, The emperor will see.

Although the emperor did not grant amnesty this time, he gave alms three days in advance at the gate of the city. There were enough soft steamed bread and fragrant rice porridge. There were beggars in the city, people fleeing from the countryside, and lazy people who were too poor to tighten their belts You can go to the city gate to have a full meal.

On the right day, Mo Ronglin was wearing a dress embroidered with a little golden dragon, a golden Cape, a little hair on his head, a small crown of sapphire, and his unsmiling face. He looked very powerful. Only the little red in the middle of his eyebrows made him look a little childish.

On the festive day, the emperor was very happy. He always kept a slight smile on his face and looked at Mo Ronglin lovingly and warmly. The concubines looked at him with mixed feelings. They all knew that the emperor loved the prince so much because his mother was Bai Qianfan. They were used to seeing the emperor's cold face on weekdays, and they were not used to it. However, it's rare to see the emperor. We all regard it as a good opportunity to compete with each other. In case of bad luck, it will enter the eyes of the emperor.

Empress Dowager Rui is also in full dress today. The Phoenix robe has a thick purple base, and the Golden Phoenix shows auspiciousness. The gold, silver and peony of Da Tuan blooms on the robe. She specially asked the supervisor of Shangyi to lengthen the tail of the skirt to cater to the little prince's preference.

The emperor, needless to say, was also dressed in a new look. Inside was a light blue sesame gauze robe, and outside was a newly made four seas tornado Dragon Robe. He was slender, with a smile on his face. The bright yellow dragon robe on his body set off the usual gentleness, which made the imperial concubines look straight.

Compared with the vigilance and estrangement he just returned to the palace, Mo Ronglin is still friendly to the people he knows. He smiles more and more, and his dark eyes seem to be getting brighter and brighter day by day. The emperor looks in his eyes and feels happy in his heart. He thinks that before long, Mo Ronglin will be as lively and cheerful as a normal child, and will hold his legs and call him father emperor.

Of all the gifts, the emperor's gift was the most special. He ordered someone to build a little dragon chair, and let Mo Ronglin sit on it to accept the congratulations of the officials.

Mo Ronglin is so happy that he sits upright and accepts the congratulations from the officials.

Yue GUI felt that the emperor was a little too much. She said to Qi Hong quietly, "can you bear such a small child's birthday?"

The green lotus hears on the side and says with a smile, "it's OK. Our little highness is lucky and has a big life. It's OK."

Courtiers lined up to kneel down one by one, smiling, saying auspicious words, and then offering gifts. The scene was very lively.

Maybe it's too stereotyped. Mo Ronglin gradually lost patience and took out a small porcelain vase from his sleeve to play with. The courtiers didn't mind. Anyway, it's a kind of ceremony. When it's finished, the task is finished.

Mo Ronglin suddenly raised his head, looked at the man kneeling in front of him, a little thoughtful, and then waved to the next courtier. The courtier didn't know what he meant, but he didn't dare to brush his royal highness. With a smile on his face, he went up. But the prince's hand kept moving. He didn't let go until three or four more courtiers came up.

Everyone looked at him and didn't know what he wanted to do? The emperor was also smiling and looked at them with great interest. Only laurel face slightly changed, vaguely had a bad premonition.

Mo Ronglin came down from the Dragon chair and came to the first courtier. The courtier's face was like a flower, but the little prince raised his hand and hit something heavily on his forehead."Chi Kuang!" A sound, fine porcelain fragments fell to the ground, Mo Rong Lin hand holding the remaining half, quickly toward the second courtier forehead row down, sharp thin porcelain instantly cut skin blood, blood diffuse out.

"Lin'er!" The Emperor gave a big drink, but Murong Lin chuckled. He turned his head and looked at it, then turned back and continued to row on the third courtier's forehead.

Although it is a child's hand, but the porcelain cut in the meat, there is no pain, but no one dare to move, kneel there to accept the prince's "reward." In my heart: forget it, today a prince's birthday, as long as the little ancestor is happy, a little injury will not hinder.

The emperor strode over, picked up Mo Ronglin from the ground and knocked off the broken porcelain pieces in his hand. His face was gloomy. The lively scene was instantly quiet, and they all looked at him stupidly.

After a moment's pause, the emperor seemed a little at a loss. Then he strode into the back hall with Mo Ronglin in his arms. Empress dowager Rui woke up and ran after him. "Emperor, don't beat him. He's still a child. He doesn't know much about it..."

Mammy Rong came forward to hold her and comforted her in a low voice, "don't worry about it, old Buddha. The emperor has a sense of propriety."

Empress Dowager Rui sighed and shook her head. "Poor child, how could he be like this? What bad things happened to him outside..."

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