Thinking about it like this, he likes this little son more and more. He picked up Yanhan and put it on his lap, and asked Pan'er to come and sit in front of him.

The second child sat by the window and watched the scenery outside. At this time, he had already left Tian'an Mansion and entered the embrace of nature.

Liu Yong's carriage was equipped with a shock-absorbing device, and although there were some potholes on the road, it was not possible to feel it when sitting in it, unless it was eight horses galloping together.

But it was not possible for the carriage to travel at a normal speed.

This landscape is familiar to Liu Yong, but he still wants to see it, and it seems that he can't see enough. And now I look at it with a different feeling.

Just like Xiao Yanhan said, these mountains and rivers are now his Liu Yong's. There is a good saying, under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister.

Now the whole world is his Liu Yong's. Looking at this landscape is like looking at your own garden. That's right, Liu Yong at this time feels like this.

And he saw in the field the people who were reaping the harvest, and this people were his. And every grain of grain in the rice is also his.

When the peasants who came in and out saw the emperor's carriage, they knelt down and kowtowed.

Of course, they could tell the emperor's carriage coming, one by the color and the other by the number of horses. During the Dahua Dynasty, only the emperor could use a carriage with eight horses.

And only those above the prince can use six horses. People like Lin Qingrou, Ouyang Lanlan and others are in a carriage with six horses. Further down are four horses, three horses, two horses.

The carriage of Lin Qingrou and the others is also very large, and there are big beds and palace daughters in it. The dinner table is the same as Liu Yong's, but the size of the carriage is smaller than Liu Yong's, and Liu Yong's carriage is two-thirds the size.

The peasants who harvested didn't have to look at anything else, but only by looking at the wagons to know that they belonged to the emperor.

"Father, those people are all kowtowing to us!" Xiao Yanhan said in a milky voice.

Pan'er said again, only to hear her say: "No, those people are kowtowing to grandpa." ”

Liu Yong nodded and said, "Pan'er is right. But ah, those people should kowtow to you. One of you is a prince and the other is a princess. It's all their hosts. ”

After Liu Yong's words were finished, the two little guys glanced at each other and smiled.

Then, Yan Han asked, "Father, can a minister grow up there and become an emperor?" ”

This sentence was actually asked by Liu Yong. It is said that he still has nearly a hundred years of yang life, and I am afraid that this little guy in front of him will not survive him. But is it really interesting to be an emperor for a hundred years?

He doesn't think that he will be annoyed after doing anything for a long time. It's the same with being an emperor in his heart. He wondered what he would do when his dream was finished. Dreams, or rather expectations. People have to live on this. Otherwise, what's the difference with salted fish?

He didn't know if he would be able to fulfill his super dream of world unification. This dream was obtained by him from the Tatars. The Tarslavs wanted to rule the world by brute force, but why not?

For Liu Yong, it doesn't matter whether this is a real era or an illusory era. What matters is how far he can go. Even if this is Brother Yu's illusory world, or a world of faults. It is likely that this era will not leave any ink in history, but what is it?

It is said that dreams are false and illusory, but if people live forever in dreams, what would it be like? It must be real in the dream.

Whether real or unreal, the world in front of him is alive, and his family is alive.

Including his dreams are also alive. And it's alive and can't be alive anymore.

At this time, the youngest son, Yeonhan, was looking at him stupidly, waiting for his answer. Don't look at him small, but this kind of problem can't be said nonsense as the emperor's Liu Yong. After all, he has more than one son. He heard that there are two Jieyu who are pregnant, so there will be more of his sons.

"Han'er, this question, my father doesn't know how to answer you." He told his son Xiao Yanhan so straightforwardly.

And children as old as Xiao Yanhan have the most problems. He then asked, only to hear him ask in a milky voice: "Father, the son is your son, can't he also be the emperor?" ”

Liu Yong nodded and said with a smile: "Han'er is right, but I have a lot of sons!" If you want to be the emperor, who will I give it to? ”

Listening to his father's words, Xiao Yanhan lowered his eyes, as if thinking, and suddenly said, "It's better to give it to your brothers." He laughed.

The child's words are so innocent, and the child's laughter is also so innocent. There is not the slightest evil thought.

Liu Yong was very happy to hear Xiao Yanhan's words, touched his head again and said with a smile: "This is my good son!" ”

Hearing his father's praise, Xiao Yanhan laughed out loud. Pan'er on the side also laughed. Being an emperor has nothing to do with her. She just wants to go back to the city of Meizhou that she yearns for. Look for the footprints of my mother's childhood.

In her imagination, Meizhou City is a mythical world.

The convoy had been departing since the morning, and it was already noon. And there is still some distance from the next station, and it will probably be there in the evening. In fact, there was no post station there before, but this time it was specially built for Emperor Liu, and the time was short, and the post station was simpler. They are all makeshift wooden houses. However, the facilities are still complete.

According to the road, in the case of not being able to meet the town, we should set up post stations as much as possible along the way, and the post stations have special reception personnel and materials. to supply and rest the emperor's huge convoy.

Lunch is about to be eaten in the wild.

The convoy stopped on a spacious grass on the side of the road, and Liu Yong and others also wanted to get out of the car to stretch their legs and stroll around. It's also tiring to sit all the time, even though they can lie down. But lying down for a long time is also tiring.

The autumn sun is at the head, the autumn breeze is cool, and the weather is refreshing.

Liu Yong led Pan'er with one hand and Xiao Yanhan with the other, walked to the ground, breathed the fresh mountain air, and looked at the dark green distant mountains. The mind is suddenly much broader.

A few white clouds in the sky, flowing with the wind, changing different shapes. A goshawk circled, occasionally waving its powerful wings, drawing large circles in the sky.

Liu Yong looked at the goshawk in the sky for a while, and Lin Qingrou and the others walked to his side. A tent had been erected not far behind them, and that was where they were eating. Blankets had been thrown into the tent and the dining table had been set up. The daughters of the eunuch palace are ready.

On the other side, the smoke had risen, and after a while, the aroma of the rice wafted over.

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