There is Room For the Poor Daughter

After Xiao Yeyang brought the Xiliao embassy into Beijing, he immediately returned the tiger talisman to the emperor.

In this regard, although the emperor did not show it on his face, he was still very satisfied.

Originally, some officials had opinions on the emperor's direct designation of Xiao Yeyang as the king of Weiyuan, but after signing an armistice agreement with the Xiliao embassy and drawing up a list of items to be paid tribute every year, the objection disappeared.

Xiao Yeyang did not expect that the emperor would make him a king, but he was still very happy about it.

Although he is the son-in-law of Prince Ping's mansion, the throne of King Weiyuan was obtained by his own ability, not by inheritance. This is his recognition and affirmation.

Xiao Yeyang was happy, but Prince Ping had an opinion.

Royal Palace.

Prince Ping looked at the emperor with resentment on his face: "Brother Huang, you named Yeyang the king of Weiyuan, what should I do with Prince Ping's mansion?"

The emperor glanced at him lightly: "To make Yeyang the king of Weiyuan is to deter other countries in the Western Regions, and also to encourage Yeyang to govern Xiliang. This throne is not hereditary."

Hearing this, Prince Ping's face looked a little better, but his mouth was still raised: "That kid didn't kiss me very much in the first place, and now he doesn't even need the throne, then he doesn't even care about me. in."

The emperor looked at Prince Ping speechlessly: "It's enough for a father to be like you."

Prince Ping: "Brother Huang, I don't care. I can't let that kid feel that Prince Heping's mansion is not involved. You make a decree to make my grandson the prince of Prince Ping's mansion."

Regarding this, the emperor has nothing to do with it. He is too lazy to grind the peace prince, and immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will issue an decree later."

Only then did Prince Ping become happy, and left with a smile.

Looking at the back of his brother leaving, the emperor also laughed.

It is this stupid brother who is happy because the title is not hereditary!

The emperor got up and looked at the map of Daxia.

The area of ​​Xiliang is larger than that of two or three inland provinces. If it is really managed well, it can relieve a lot of pressure on the court.

Since he took the throne, it's not that he never thought to govern Xiliang, but because of the poor conditions, none of the ministers in the DPRK and China were willing to go. Ye Yang was the first to stand up and help him solve the problem.

Over the years, on the surface and in the dark, Ye Yang has made a lot of credit, and making him king also means compensation.

Thinking of this, the emperor sat down before returning to the imperial case and wrote the imperial decree to make Xiao Moxi the prince of Prince Ping's house.

At the gate of the palace, Prince Ping came out and saw Xiao Yeyang who was waiting by the side. Although he was satisfied, he still had a straight face.

Xiao Yeyang stepped forward and saluted, and then got into the carriage with Prince Ping: "What did the royal uncle say?"

Prince Ping: "The throne is not hereditary."

Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang breathed a sigh of relief.

If he wasn't the prince's son, he would definitely be very happy when he got the prince, but the problem is that his father is a prince, and if he conferred the throne again, he is a double king, which is a bit too eye-catching.

Now that the uncle of the emperor is still alive, it is good, but after the uncle of the emperor a hundred years later, the new emperor will definitely be dissatisfied, and he does not want to be liquidated.

"Father, your grandson will be one year old soon."

Before the words were finished, Prince Ping said with a smile: "Don't worry, this prince remembers and will give my eldest grandson a birthday banquet."

Xiao Yeyang was silent: "I mean, I'm going back to Xiliang in the next two days."

The smile on Prince Ping's face was lessened, but he still said, "You should go back earlier, uncle and girl Yan are still there."

Xiao Yeyang was silent for a while, but still said: "Then you should take good care of your health in the capital."

Hearing this, Prince Ping was sluggish for a moment.

The son actually said that he cared about him?

Prince Ping was a little surprised. His son-in-law and him have been pointed at Maimang since childhood. After getting married, his temper was better, but he didn't care about him.

This is having a son, knowing that being a father is not easy?

‘cough~’

Prince Ping coughed lightly to cover up his unnaturalness: "That. The painting that I sent back last time, I often look at it. It is said that Mo Xi is really good-looking, and her eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as this king's. , as expected of the king's eldest grandson."

Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang was very speechless and rolled his eyes. Why didn't he see that his son looked like his father, he clearly looked like him, okay?

Prince Ping continued: "This prince can't go to Xiliang to see his grandson. If you are free, you can bring back the portrait of Fu Moxi to this prince every year."

Xiao Yeyang gave an "um" and nodded in response.

In the next two days, Xiao Yeyang rested in the palace for one night, went to Yan's house and Dingguo's mansion again, and after entering the palace to say goodbye to the emperor, he went back to Xiliang without stopping.

Ganzhou City, Xiao House.

The news that Xiao Yeyang was crowned king and his son was crowned prince, Daohua quickly received the news.

"Slaves and maids greet the princess!"

"See you Lord Shizi!"

Gu Yu brought her maids and wives over to congratulate Daohua.

Rice, who has just turned one year old, is lively and active. He is leaning against the wall and learning to walk. When he sees so many people in the yard, he immediately puts his hands away from the wall and just stands upright and giggles, his hands still messing around. slapped.

Daohua watched from the side and was startled, and quickly stepped forward and squatted down to support the little ancestor: "You know what, you know that you are silly here."

Daozi babbled at Daohua for a while, as if trying to tell her apart.

Seeing Daohua, she couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Guo Ruomei came over, and when she saw the smiling grandson, she immediately smiled and said, "We Daozi are so smart, that's because we know that we are the eldest son."

When the grandson saw his grandmother, he immediately stretched out his arms to hug.

Guo Ruomei hugged her grandson with a smile.

Daohua said quickly: "Mother, this kid is getting stronger and stronger now. When I got up this morning, I almost didn't hold him. Otherwise, let Fang Niang hold him."

Guo Ruomei shook her head and refused: "How old is the rice, how strong can I get? Don't worry, I'm not too old to move, I can still hold my grandson."

Daohua couldn't, and could only signal Fang Niang and the maids to pay more attention.

Guo Ruomei: "By the way, Yeyang has been named Prince, and the officials of the guards seem to have received the news. Some female relatives sent a message over, you can deal with it, I will watch the rice."

Daohua: "Then it's hard work for my mother." Saying that, she squeezed her son's little hand, "Listen to my grandmother, my mother will be back soon."

Daozi made a 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound' twice, presumably urging Daohua to leave quickly.

Daohua glanced at her son: "You are a little conscientious, you will forget your mother when you have a grandmother." After that, she smiled and left with the maid.

Daohua doesn't have much feelings about becoming a princess. Anyway, whether it's the prince of the palace or the princess, in Xiliang, there is no other female relative who has a higher status than her.

"Rice, come to my mother's side!"

Hurry up and hurry up, Xiao Yeyang only returned to Ganzhou City in early June, and he still missed his son's first birthday.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I heard Daohua's cheerful voice, and when I looked for the sound, I saw Daohua with her back to the person under the flower corridor, squatting and greeting the little fat dunk two or three meters away.

After entering June, the weather was very sultry, so Little Fatty wore a big red apron and a pair of loose shorts, and took a trembling step towards Daohua.

Little Fatty's walk was not very steady, and when he took a step, his body was about to sway.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Seeing that her son didn't want to leave, Daohua immediately took out a rattle and shook it: "Daozi, look at what this is, come to my mother's side, and I'll play it for you."

Little Fatty hesitated for a moment, then took a slow step again.

This time, walking was very unstable. Seeing that his son was about to fall, Xiao Yeyang's heart kicked up. As soon as he took a step, he saw his son thumping his mother with the strength of his body leaning forward. in my arms.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Little Fatty threw himself into Daohua's arms, and quickly took the rattle and shook it, revealing two snow-white front teeth brilliantly.