Emperor Mingxi was a little crazy at that time.

No matter who is separated from someone, the next time they meet is the flesh and blood of their loved ones. The feeling is hard to get over, and how many people can understand it?

Moreover, the youngest son is the most precious treasure in the heart of the emperor, so how can he not go crazy...

However, the emperor finally got the promise that they could meet again. Although his mind was crazy, he could still reincarnate normally. It's just that he had some problems in every life.

Emperor Mingxi was knowledgeable and talented. He was born as a god, and when he was reincarnated as a human, he was still at the top of the world.

He had read many poems, so he often teased his children and laughed at their lack of culture.

But in the end, he drank to drown his sorrows, numbing himself, chanting, "Spring has not yet turned green, my hair has turned to silk. If we part for too long, it will turn into sorrow."

What a lie.

He measured the time, walking through so many years step by step, but how could the years heal the pain in his heart?

The emperor cannot express his self-blame and longing for his mother in his lifetime.

Exactly at the time of two thousand generations, Yan Jiyuan was out of the capital and passed by a father and son.

The younger child was tired, so he stumbled over to hold his father's hand.

People nowadays are not as good as those in later generations and are more introverted.

Even if you love your child, you still have to play the role of a strict father and hope that he will become successful.

The little baby wanted to hold his father's hand, but his father dodged it without leaving a trace. His mouth pursed again and again, but he didn't dare to cry out loud, and could only shed tears.

The emperor looked at this scene in fascination.

Once upon a time, his prince had also chased him in this way, but he was bolder.

"Why don't you hold his hand?"

He spoke suddenly, causing the father and son to look at him. When they saw his face, they were stunned again and thought he was a god.

Such people must have a background, so the father did not dare to neglect him and carefully replied: "How can you spoil your eldest grandson?"

Yan Jiyuan shook his head slightly, sighing and reminiscing: "You don't love him now, if he leaves you, you won't know how sad you will be——"

"Bah!" Before he could finish his words, the father flew into a rage.

No matter how noble your status is, who would come here and curse someone's child to death?

"You fool, my child is in good health and will live a long life."

Upon hearing this, the emperor suddenly covered his face and burst into tears, his voice sobbing: "My son, my son, Daddy also wishes you a long life, but where are you now?"

Such an aloof and detached person suddenly burst into tears in the street. Not to mention the people passing by, even the father and son were so frightened that they quickly ran away with the child in their arms.

The west wind brings the conversation between father and son.

"Daddy, why are we running?"

"That man is a lunatic."

"But he looks like an immortal."

"Silly boy, what do you know about immortals? Look at him, he's so young, not even old enough to dance like an elephant. Where did he get his child?"

The sound gradually died down, but the emperor did not stop crying even after hearing these words.

In this life, he is only fourteen years old.

If you think too much, it will become a demon in your heart.

When I got older, I was in my forties and still had no children.

Emperor Mingxi spent the whole day reminiscing about the past.

Sometimes he thought that this was probably the child's retribution.

The father left without saying goodbye, and the child followed his example.

Not even the father's body was left, so the son only left behind a dragon skin.

Born as a god, Yan Jiyuan's memories will never fade. He recalls them day after day, but he is never satisfied.

I don't know where the smooth mirror was brought from, but I watch it every day, watching the past.

In the winter of the twenty-second year of Mingxi, a little fat boy who was over one year old climbed onto the bed, holding a bronze mirror given to him by a concubine. He stuck out his butt and smiled at the mirror with his mouth wide open.

The Saint on the other side of the mirror subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch his chubby cheek.

But as soon as I put my hand on it, the picture started to shake and it was difficult to maintain.

He curled up his fingers and dared not stretch them out again.

It took a while before the mirror began to reflect the memories again.

Jiang Yuanxing stood beside him and saw how adorable the little prince was, so he asked him, "What are you laughing at? Can I, your servant, smile along with you, as a reward?"

The fat baby didn't understand the whole meaning. He only understood the first sentence, so he slumped down, buried his face in the soft pillow, and replied muffledly: "Good job!"

The soft pillow muffled his voice, but one could still hear the smugness in it.

"Then why is your Highness frowning?"

"Zhou Mei?" The fat baby repeated it incoherently, and Jiang Banban frowned.

"Oh! Wow, beautiful, father, father," he couldn't say anything else, so he pointed at himself and blurted out a loud "Beautiful!"

It is difficult to guess what children are thinking.

However, the fat baby is pure and innocent, and has a natural innocent heart. What he is thinking is written on his face, which is clear to see.

Originally, he thought that the emperor was more beautiful than him, and was worried and sad.

Jiang Banban was stunned for a long time and wanted to tell the young prince, how could these two things be confused?

Without mentioning your age and His Majesty's age, just looking at your appearance, you are almost the same.

One is pitiful and lovely, and his smile is like the spring breeze that brings vitality to the earth; the other is tyrannical and cruel, with a cold face like ice and snow that takes lives.

Before she had children, she acted like a tyrant.

But how can I explain the reason behind this to a child?

Jiang Banban said, "Your Highness and Your Majesty are exactly alike, like a pair of lotus flowers. It's hard to tell which one is better."

He didn't dare use beauty, but only chose good.

The little fat boy seemed to think it made sense, so he shook his head and said something else: "I miss Daddy!"

Emperor Mingxi outside the mirror wished he could get in, jump in front of him, and tell his children that their father was here.

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