"Xiao Yuan! I want to eat meat." The fat baby collapsed on the bed like a pancake, with his mouth wide open.
Wu Zhonghe smiled quietly, and the little fat boy immediately caught it: "Big friend, why are you laughing like that?"
"Your Highness, I didn't do that." He begged for mercy quickly.
The little fat boy was so angry that his eyes were trembling and wide. He raised a hand and pointed at the sky: "Big friend just thinks I'm lazy. The dining table is right next to me, but I still want to move the bed to lie down."
As for why not pointing at Otomo?
Because it was impolite, the little fat boy was reluctant to do it.
Wu Zhonghe was horrified: "I think His Highness is so wise and powerful even when he says he's hungry!"
The aggressive little fat boy subsided, his face red like a ripe peach: "I see, actually, I think so too."
1002 He looked like he had fleas and was wriggling around.
"If you keep twisting, you'll be on the bed." 1002 still remembered that day when the little fat boy was so happy that his big brother came back that he forgot that Tong was sucking on his face.
The fat baby won't listen to such bad words.
He snorted at 1002 and began to roll and twist again.
The emperor looked at it and chuckled, "As you wish." He picked up a piece of bright red, soft and glutinous braised pork and accurately put it into his son's mouth.
Emperor Mingxi was very busy.
He was busy settling accounts with court officials, the Queen Mother, the Empress, and so on.
If anyone bullies his son, he will get back at him a thousandfold.
There is a widespread rumor in the capital that Your Majesty is a debt collector, but Emperor Mingxi disagrees.
Since you dare to do it, why are you afraid of retaliation?
Even so, he always brought his son with him.
The little guy was so scared that he would secretly shed tears when he didn't see the emperor for a while.
No matter how many times His Majesty told him it was not a dream, it was of no use.
You have to cry when you need to.
This was truly a sweet burden. Emperor Mingxi took a sip of the wine, which was very strong, and a light blush instantly appeared on his face.
The strong liquor burned my throat like a knife.
There was no fluctuation in the emperor's eyes, as if he had just drunk water.
Human pastimes are sometimes useful.
He transformed himself into a human, lowering his physical fitness to the lowest level, but he could still sense the meaning of drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
Tens of millions of years is too long, so long that His Majesty would feel boundless pain every time this time comes.
At this moment, he personally received a golden bridal robe.
The pain was hard to get rid of even now that he had found his son.
A man said something to Wu Zhonghe with lowered head, and Wu Zhonghe glanced at Emperor Mingxi from time to time.
The emperor knew it, but nothing could compare to his own son.
Some people are anxious, some people regret, so just wait.
"Father, give me a drink." The little fat boy looked at the glass of wine and his saliva was about to flow out.
Emperor Mingxi ignored him.
The little fat boy was not willing to give in: "Xiao Yuan! Are you listening to me? You are disobeying my orders."
The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at his son with a smile. The little fat boy did not avoid it, and the two looked at each other for a while.
"Yes." Emperor Mingxi nodded.
The fat boy opened his mouth with a smile on his face. The emperor covered it with his sleeve, dipped some tea with chopsticks, and touched his tongue.
"How does it taste?"
The fat baby smacked his lips twice. It had no taste at all! It was just like the tea he'd drunk before. His father's face turned red from drinking it.
It's so pitiful. He has been lying in the ice coffin for so long and there are sequelae.
The little chubby boy, not wanting to embarrass his father, closed his eyes and pretended to savor the wine carefully. Then he shook his head and said, "Ah, this is really good wine. It makes me feel flustered and my face red. Otoko, do you think I'm red?"
Wu Zhonghe looked at his pale little face and lied with his eyes open: "I saw it, this must be fine wine!"
The emperor stroked his forehead and laughed quietly.
I gave birth to a little adorable boy who tells jokes every day.
The little fat boy felt sleepy after eating, and his eyes were blinking into afterimages, but he still kept staring at the emperor.
Emperor Mingxi simply picked him up and coaxed him for a while before he fell into a deep sleep.
Adjusting his posture, the emperor flipped through the memorials and asked, "What's the matter?"
"The Empress Dowager has been making a fuss for a long time, saying she wants to see the young prince."
Emperor Mingxi paused for a moment, and when he thought of what Wu Zhonghe had said to him, he felt a surge of anger in his heart.
"You come and hold him." The emperor ordered 1002 without any hesitation.
Wu Zhonghe was not surprised to see the little fat boy floating in the air. He now felt that the emperor and His Highness were both gods.
"I'll be back soon."
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