But the little wooden figure was too big for his little hand.
He grabbed it with his two little hands, and the whole meat ball could only lie down and couldn't get up.
He simply stopped moving, brought the little wooden figure close to his eyes, and looked at it curiously.
His little mouth was wide open, and he looked like he was in a good mood.
When Xin Guoguo heard his baby voice, she pulled up the curtains of the bed and walked to the bedside.
She bent down, looked at the little meatball's smiling face, and smiled too:
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah!" The little meatball nodded repeatedly, "Wash it! (I like it)"
Then he thought of something and looked at Xin Guoguo with sparkling eyes.
"Guoguo? Mua!"
He knew that this gift must have been given to him by Guoguo!
Guoguo told him the story of Monkey King.
Xing Guoguo looked at the little guy smearing saliva all over the little wooden man's face, and immediately looked disgusted.
While wiping the little guy's saliva with a smile, he scolded him:
"You little bastard. If you get all drooly on me, don't even think about me getting this thing again!"
He wiped the saliva off the little guy's face and then randomly wiped the saliva off the little wooden man's face.
Xin Guoguo sighed in her heart, Monkey Brother probably never thought that one day his face would be covered with saliva?
Fortunately, Monkey Brother doesn’t know.
The little meatball thought that Xin Guoguo was playing with him, so he grinned and laughed happily.
Xin Guoguo was infected by his innocent smile and couldn't help laughing too.
She bent down and picked up the little meat ball.
The little meat dumpling is no longer the skinny little dumpling it used to be.
Although he didn't have too much fat on his body, there were already some knots on his arms.
Xin Guoguo likes to poke the flesh on his body with her fingers the most.
Every poke creates a hole.
The little guy also let her play obediently.
At this moment, Xin Guoguo took the little guy to change his clothes.
Then I asked him:
"Shall we go to Zhangtai Pavilion and look for your brother, the Crown Prince?"
The little dumpling had no objection and nodded his little head.
Xin Guoguo held her hand and she let it go.
As soon as the two left, someone around Madam Han came with the Seventh Prince.
As soon as the Seventh Prince stepped into Xuanhe Palace, he cried out in a baby voice:
"Brother! Brother!"
Spring flowers and autumn moon rush to greet them:
"Greetings, Seventh Prince. Your Highness, our Master and Sister Xin have gone to invite His Highness the Crown Prince. Please sit down and wait for a moment."
The Seventh Prince looked disappointed, but he didn't say he wanted to leave. He asked the palace servants to carry him to a chair and asked seriously:
"When will my brother come back?"
"His Highness has just left. However, judging by his pace, it should only take him a cup of tea. I'll get some pastries for His Highness. You can eat while you wait, okay?"
The Seventh Prince nodded his head obediently: "Okay!"
The drawn-out baby voice made Chunhua and Qiuyue feel like their hearts were melting.
The two of them happily went to serve cakes to the Seventh Prince.
Since the Seventh Prince is willing to come, His Highness will no longer be alone.
Zhangtai Pavilion.
Fusu, who was only ten years old, was standing obediently beside the imperial desk, listening to his father's teachings:
"I know you're kind-hearted, but kindness should be used at the right time and in the right place. Do you realize how much harm this reckless kindness can cause to others?!"
My father's voice was as stern as ever.
Fusu lowered his head, his eyes showed disapproval, but he said:
"Father, I'm sorry. I was wrong."
He already knew that admitting his mistake was the only thing he could do.
If he refuted, it would only bring even greater wrath upon his father.
Seeing him like this, Qi Huang felt anxious and angry.
How could he not see that Fusu was using this method to oppose his actions?
But as an emperor, you can't just be kind-hearted!
Qi Huang pinched his eyebrows and felt a headache.
Why is it so difficult to teach children?
It cannot be taken lightly, nor can it be taken too seriously.
It’s really harder than managing a country or reviewing memorials!
Qi Huang was thinking about how to get along with Fusu and how to teach him to become a qualified emperor so that the Qi Kingdom would not be destroyed in his hands and the second emperor would not die.
At this time, CRRC ordered Suning to come forward and report:
"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince requests an audience."
Qi Huang was stunned for a moment: "Eighth Prince?"
He thought about it for a while before remembering his son. "Why is he here? Let him in."
“Here!”
Suning bowed and retreated, wondering why the eighth prince was here.
According to historical records, before the eighth prince was twelve years old, he lived at the bottom of the palace and struggled to survive.
But the Eighth Prince I just met was well-dressed, had baby fat on his little face, a cute grin, and seemed to have a cheerful personality, which was inconsistent with the records in history books!
Suning walked out of Zhangtai Pavilion and asked Xin Guoguo to bring the eighth prince in.
After paying respects to Qi Huang and Fusu.
Qi Huang asked, "Why are you here?"
The eighth prince blinked his big eyes and looked at the majestic man with curiosity.
He tilted his head, with his chubby little finger in his mouth, and stared at Qi Huang for a long time:
"Wow! You look just like me!"
Xin Guoguo: ...
I didn't expect that this little guy would say such words after staring at Qi Huang for a long time.
Qi Huang: ...
Fusu: (??ω??)
Qi Huang didn't like children very much, even though the little guy in front of him looked a little cute and likable.
He coughed lightly:
"I am your father, so naturally you have similarities with me."
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