Zhao Youting is recognized as the most unreliable prince in the palace. Growing up among women, her hobbies are arty and collecting beauties.
He has a very good mentality - he has three capable royal brothers, and his father suddenly thought of appointing his uncle as the "Emperor's younger brother". The throne has nothing to do with him.
Why don't you just eat, drink and have fun in peace? No matter who takes the throne, you have to support this little loser, right?
Who knew that his elder brother was a wolf killer. The operation was as fierce as a tiger, killing several younger brothers and poisoning the emperor's uncle. In the end, he dreamed of bloody ghosts in the middle of the night and died of fear on the dragon bed.
Overnight, the blood-stained and still warm crown hit Zhao Youting with a bang, who was eating grapes in the imperial garden.
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"I don't know how to govern a country."
He sat on the dragon throne and sincerely announced to all the civil and military officials.
"But I will kill them randomly."
Ministers: "...?"
They quickly understood the meaning of the new emperor's "indiscriminate killing":
The selection of chambermaids was changed to a beauty pageant, all based on one's heart.
"The eyes are not attractive enough, no!"
"My skin is not fair enough, I will be eliminated!"
"If you don't look stunning enough, how can you make me feel happy?"
Three months later, the appearance of all the palace attendants has soared, and their work efficiency has improved strangely - after all, the good-looking ones are all involved, and no one wants to be compared.
All the memorials were piled up for the sick and weak Tanhua. Before he ascended the throne, in order to act in front of his eldest brother, he once kicked someone, almost causing him to cough up blood.
Whenever they met later, Tan Hwa Lang subconsciously covered his lips with his hands when he coughed up blood, revealing his thin and lonely wrists under his sleeves.
"My dear, I can count on you." Zhao Youting pushed the mountain of folds over.
Tanhua Lang raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, without replying. He only stretched out his well-jointed but slightly trembling hand to take the memorial without saying a word.
The young general came back from a bloody battle. When he saw the emperor's dandy appearance, he was so angry that he wanted to betray the emperor.
Zhao Youting handed over a plate of pastries: "My dear, eat some first, you will have to have the strength to kill the king."
Everyone is waiting for this ridiculous emperor to finish the country.
But three years have passed——
Tanhualang lost ten pounds due to fatigue, but the treasury was full;
The young general cursed, but the frontier was secure;
The team of chamberlains were involved in life and death and became the most efficient intelligence team in history;
Zhao Youting sat on the dragon chair, nibbling melon seeds, looking at the noisy and handsome courtiers below, while the prosperous Jiangshan fell into deep thought:
"I'm obviously messing around..."
Purpose: Live every day well
