Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

All sacrifices to heaven and earth, ancestral temples, new year's day, winter solstice and holy festivals shall be crowned with Dagon, as well as sacrifices to the country, ancestors and book worship. The emperor's crown painted twelve chapters, six kinds of sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons and Chinese insects woven in clothes, and Zongyi, algae, fire, pink rice, moose and moose embroidered in clothes, with twelve Diao crowns.

Crown prince gunmian's coat is painted with five chapter patterns of mountain, dragon, Huachong and Zongyi, and the lower garment is embroidered with four chapter patterns of algae, pink rice, Dan and Dan. There are nine chapters with nine diaries.

The crown is the hat in the crown. The black table is wrapped in Zhu. The front is round and the rear is round. There are twelve diaos in front and behind, and twelve five-color jade beads in each Diao. The crown prince is nine diaries and nine beads.

The king wore a crown of Gung and was surprisingly handsome. The air of indifference is more dignified with the black gun crown. The handsome face behind the mian Diao is looming, which adds a bit of pressure.

Xiaohua involuntarily stepped forward, crossed the Miandiao and printed a kiss on the king's face.

"Your Majesty is so handsome!"

The king's face behind the mian Diao was indistinct, and the little flower vaguely seemed to see a blush.

On the contrary to the king, ho'er was very cute when he wore such a black gun crown.

He was small, dressed in such clothes and wearing a cumbersome crown, which made him feel top heavy. Little hands can't help touching the crown for fear of making their center of gravity unstable.

Xiaohua squats down with a smile, arranges her son's appearance, and kisses her little face when she reaches the crown.

"Today, ho'er and his father went to worship their ancestors and participate in the great court meeting. Don't be nervous. We're still young, as long as we don't be rude."

Ho'er nodded and looked at his mother with a red face.

The father had a kiss, and so did he. He wears the same clothes as his father. He is the son and Prince of his father. Just follow his father. Think about it this way, ho'er is not so nervous.

Emperor Jing stretched out his slender hand to his son. He looked up at his father and led him up.

Two men, one big and one small, wearing the same crown and taking the same steps, went outside the temple. Because of gunmian's particularly solemn back, Xiaohua couldn't help but burst into tears.