Very good, father feels a little distressed.
If following the way doesn't work, then do the opposite.
Little Sweetie was talking until his mouth was dry. He gulped down a few sips of tea and opened his mouth to continue saying "bad things" about Concubine Dong.
The emperor was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth and said with lingering fear: "It's getting late. I'll ask someone to wash and change your clothes for you."
Little Tianbao boldly took away the emperor's hand, as if she could scold him for another two hours: "No, Tianbao is not finished yet! Tianbao will scold anyone who makes father unhappy!"
The gloom in the emperor's eyes had long since vanished, and he yawned: "Ah, I've been busy all day and I'm extremely tired."
"Okay then." Tianbao jumped off the chair. The short and stocky little man bowed respectfully to the tyrant emperor and turned to leave.
Tyrant: "...Where is Tianbao going?"
"Let's go back to Lewan Palace. Tianbao has accompanied father, and now I have to go back to accompany mother!" Tianbao said innocently.
The tyrant emperor felt guilty for a moment. It seemed that Concubine Wan was still kneeling in the Xuehan Palace?
At this time, Tianbao poked his chin and muttered, "Before Tianbao came, my mother was kneeling in Empress Dong's palace. It must be that my mother made my father angry..."
The emperor's breath hitched, and sure enough, the next moment, the little sweet boy frowned and said fiercely, "Humph! Mother isn't obedient either! She's against father, and you deserve it! Father is always right!"
The tyrant coughed twice and said awkwardly: "Tianbao, everyone makes mistakes. I... I am just an ordinary person."
"Father, don't plop! Father is the Son of Heaven, and what the Son of Heaven says is always right!"
The foolish ruler began to reflect on whether his words and deeds in daily life were not wise enough, so that they subtly influenced the kind-hearted Tianbao.
"Ahem!" The emperor walked over with a guilty conscience, "I'll take you back."
As he spoke, he put on the cloak handed to him by Zhang Fujin, wrapped the sweet baby who looked like a little ball in his arms, and then stepped out of Lingxiao Palace.
The cold wind blew, cutting my face like an ice knife.
The foolish emperor was stunned for a moment. It must be very cold in the cold palace, right?
He winked at Zhang Fujin and moved his mouth silently: Xuehan Palace, Concubine Wan.
Zhang Fujin, who had been worried all day, breathed a sigh of relief, nodded in understanding, and asked his apprentice Xiao Qianzi to go ahead quickly.
He glanced vaguely at the sweet baby in the arms of the tyrant. Why did he suddenly feel that the little princess was a little elf?
The little sweet baby was wrapped up so tightly that he felt suffocated, so he just poked his head out to get some air.
When their eyes met, she smiled sweetly, her bright eyes twinkling with stars.
Zhang Fujin smiled back and looked up all day. He felt that the little princess' eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky... Well, there are no stars tonight, and the sky is covered with dark clouds. I'm afraid it will really snow heavily in the second half of the night.
When the tyrant emperor sent Tianbao back to Lewan Palace, the group of people kneeling in Xuehan Palace had been pardoned from their kneeling punishment, and Concubine Wan was leaning on the beauty couch, rubbing her knees.
Hearing that the tyrant emperor was coming, she stood up tremblingly. Before she took a few steps, her knees trembled with pain and she fell forward uncontrollably.
"My beloved, be careful!" The tyrant emperor happened to be approaching with the little sweet baby in his arms, and hurriedly supported her.
So Concubine Wan threw herself into his and Xiao Tianbao's arms, and her white forehead hit the emperor's chin, making it red.
The emperor groaned, and Concubine Wan hurriedly knelt down to apologize, but was pulled up again by him: "Don't kneel in front of Tianbao."
He decided to be more sensible in front of Tianbao in the future.
He was used to saying harsh words with a smile. When Tianbao was still a baby in swaddling clothes, she naturally didn't understand. Now that she was two years old, he really had to change his ways. After all, the harsh words of "killing nine clans" should be understood by little Tianbao.
Hearing his gentle tone, Concubine Wan knew that his anger had subsided. Her eyes turned red with grievance, "Yes, I understand."
Tian Bao struggled to get off the ground. Seeing that Concubine Wan had been bending her legs, she knew that she had knee pain. She hurriedly pulled the emperor's sleeve and shook it: "Mother, my knee hurts and it's hard for me to walk. Father, please hold me."
How could a tyrant king ignore his daughter's request?
He felt a little embarrassed, swallowed his saliva, and picked up Concubine Wan with a serious face.
Concubine Wan subconsciously hooked her arms around his neck, her pretty face flushed with shame, and her heart, which had been chilled by the wind when she knelt on the ground, began to flutter again.
Little Tianbao held her little face in her hands, raised her head expectantly, and suddenly said something shocking: "Father, Mother, please give Tianbao a beautiful sister?"
The foolish emperor stumbled and nearly fell: "I can't do what you ask."
Little Tianbao thought of the missing fairy sister and couldn't help feeling depressed: "Why? Tianbao wants to have a beautiful sister..."
Can the fairy sister still be found?
She still has a lot to say to Fairy Sister.
The tyrant emperor looked at the delicate girl in his arms with embarrassment: "This... if I give birth to another child, I can only give birth to a little brother for you."
"Your Majesty..." Concubine Wan blushed and covered his mouth delicately, her eyes so reserved that she didn't know where to look.
Little Sweetie pouted: "But I just want Mother to give me another sister."
The emperor didn't know how to explain. After carrying Concubine Wan to the beauty couch, he personally lifted her skirt to examine her knee. If the injury was serious, he had to remedy it in time to prevent Tianbao from crying and blaming him.
Concubine Wan hurriedly held the emperor's hand, her face flushed red as blood dripping: "Your Majesty! How can this be allowed in front of so many people?"
Stupid Emperor: ...I'm just checking the injuries. Are you overthinking it, my beloved?
Tian Bao's face turned serious, and she pinched her small round waist: "Father, please teach Mother a lesson tonight! Humph! Who told Mother to make Father angry? Father is very busy and very hard-working. We must love Father! Father doesn't want to lose his temper."
The foolish emperor was almost moved to tears. Ever since he ascended the throne, he became a lonely man.
Everyone respected him, feared him, and even hated him. Even his first wife, the queen, privately educated him more than comforted him. How could anyone be as considerate as Tianbao!
Zhang Fujin didn't need to ask the tyrant whether he wanted to turn over the card, because he knew that the tyrant had already been arranged by the little princess tonight.
"Okay, good night, father and mother. Tianbao is going to sleep now." She yawned a little, turned around and went to her room.
She had heard a saying: quarrel at the head of the bed, make up at the foot of the bed.
Although she didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence, she literally understood it to mean that the two of them must sleep in the same bed.
The cold wind was howling, and Tianbao didn't sleep well that night.
She had nightmares all night long. Sometimes she dreamed that her fairy sister disappeared, sometimes she dreamed that Concubine Dong was arguing with the tyrant emperor, and sometimes she dreamed that the weak Concubine Wan was kneeling and crying.
At dawn, she heard a rustling sound outside, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and ran out barefoot.
Seeing the heavy snow falling, her eyes suddenly became misty.
Concubine Dong must have been frozen last night. The cold palace was really shabby and cold.
Zhiqiu, Cheng'er and the others hurriedly chased after him: "Little ancestor, why are you running out barefoot?"
"Zhi Qiu Zhi Qiu, can you help me do something?" Tian Bao originally wanted to wait two days to find a way to reconcile the tyrant emperor and Concubine Dong, but now it is not possible, and it must be done as soon as possible.
Zhiqiu picked up the little sweet baby and put his ear close to her: "Princess, please speak."
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