[Chuashu/chang'an Chang'an] No Clothes

The little wolfdog who imagined the emperor became a little emperor by wearing a book. In the book, there is a young regent, Yu Xiuqi, who is both talented in literature and martial arts. Because he fell in love with the wrong person, he gave up the throne that was easily available to him again and again. In the end, he even lost his life. He also raised a white-eyed wolf for his first love - that is, the me who walked in. My name is Zhao Chenze, the emperor of Dahuai. I am not the kind of person who governs personally. I was already the emperor when I came here. So I have no impression of my father. Apart from the distinctive facial contours of Zhu Yuanzhang, the ancients couldn't piece together the image of my father who I had never met before. Even if it is forbidden by repeated orders, rumors can always pass through any airtight wall. So I have heard many versions of the rumors about my master and my mother. The reason why the rumors spread so well is that there must be some convincing part. For example: How can I succeed to the throne and become the emperor, neither my direct descendant nor my eldest brother, but my eldest brother is still alive. But from what I have observed, my mother and my husband are either discussing state affairs or my affairs. If the master is really protecting my throne and protecting my territory for my mother and queen, then he talks about it in a serious way, pouring out his sincerity, letting go of thousands of miles of land, and it's like a mirror, and he doesn't get anything. I felt a rush of blood rush to the door. The paddock that day should not have been like this. There is a voice in my heart: Master, you are always the one standing in front of me. Mission: Democracy, harmony, prosperity and strength for our country, our country, and our country.