The little guy didn't cry when he was assassinated.
The little guy never cried when he was hurt.
The little guy never cried when he was scared.
But when he thought of his father, the little guy couldn't help but burst into tears.
Emperor Mingxi hid behind a pillar, not daring to even breathe.
The furthest distance in the world is not the ends of the earth, but that I am right in front of you but cannot meet you.
The emperor stroked his chest, his face showing great struggle.
How he wanted to stand in front of his son and tell him that Dad was here and it was not a dream.
But he can't.
Yan Jiyuan, you are the emperor, you are cold-blooded and ruthless, you should show the courage of an emperor...
The excruciating pain made Emperor Mingxi breathless.
He forced himself to signal the people from Dizhi to come in, and then quickly left here.
If he stayed any longer, Emperor Mingxi would never be able to leave.
His Majesty never shed a tear.
But Wu Zhonghe knew that this moment was the most painful moment in the life of this emperor with great talent.
Obviously both parties were doing well, but they had to separate, and it was all planned by myself.
He couldn't even imagine how much pain His Majesty must have felt when he made these decisions.
Perhaps because the emperor was too emotional, the knife wound on his back began to bleed again.
The secret guards looked at Wu Zhonghe with some embarrassment.
But Wu Zhonghe pretended not to see it.
Sometimes pain is also a way to relieve suffering, and he should not disturb His Majesty at this moment.
Dust was flying and horses were spurring.
The emperor acted as if he were being chased by a ferocious beast, not stopping for a moment and not even turning his head.
After sunrise, the mist and dew remain, and the green pines are as if bathed in ointment.
After the little fat boy woke up, he didn't fall asleep again. He had rested enough.
The little guy was sitting on the doorstep, watching the sun rise and its light spread all over the earth.
Seeing the mist on the branches and leaves dissipating, he leaned against the door, his head tilted up, and looked into the distance.
When Doctor Zhao came, he saw the sunlight shining on his face and the fine hairs on his face were blown by the breeze.
He really looks like a peach.
At his age, Doctor Zhao loves children the most.
I had already restrained myself by scaring him like that yesterday.
But when he saw her today, he couldn't harden his heart. "What are you looking at?"
The little guy turned his head, his eyes were so black and so bright, as if filled with endless hope.
Full of vigor and vitality.
"I'm looking for my father. He is coming to take me back." When the little guy said this, his eyes became brighter.
"Really?" Doctor Zhao agreed.
The little guy nodded, even the flesh on his cheeks was shaking. "Yes, he loves the nest~ He loves the nest the most~"
"He'll find a nest."
He trusted his father so much, so completely.
For some reason, Doctor Zhao felt a little sad.
He won't come to you, maybe you will stay here for a year, maybe you will be able to go back soon.
Maybe you will never see your father again.
But who would have the heart to say such cruel words to a child who is full of hope?
Even though he thought he was dying, Doctor Zhao, who had no worries, couldn't do it.
So he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Then I'll wait for your father to come and pay the consultation fee."
The little fat boy was even happier when he saw that the old doctor believed in him. "He gave you a lot, and I gave you a lot too~"
My father is the emperor! He is the richest man in the world.
When I grow up, I will be an emperor and richer than my father.
The little fellow waited from day till night until Doctor Zhao called him to eat, but he refused on the grounds that his father could not find him.
Until Doctor Zhao said, "If you are starving, your parents will feel distressed."
He ate his meal mechanically.
While eating, he still stubbornly said, "My father will come."
I don’t know whether to tell Doctor Zhao or tell myself.
Doctor Zhao also agreed and said, "Yes, yes, yes."
The little fat boy wanted to not even sleep and just sit at the door waiting.
It was the secret guard who carried him to the bed while he was sleeping.
The little guy woke up very early. When he saw himself lying on the bed, he looked at himself and then ran out to see Doctor Zhao who was picking medicinal herbs.
"Grandpa, thank you for your hard work in holding the baby." The little fat boy felt ashamed because he knew his weight and how round he was.
How could the old doctor hold me?
Doctor Zhao was startled by his shout, but then he said calmly, "It's not hard. Grandpa is in good health, so it's easy for him to hold you."
He felt that he needed to take good care of his health.
A certain Earthly Branch Secret Guard: "The old man is so shameless! He clearly couldn't hold the little prince himself! He was the one who held the little prince."
The little guy scratched his face and asked Doctor Zhao for help embarrassedly.
But Doctor Zhao saw that the little fellow was distracted, so he said, "I'll be busy here alone. You can go visit your brother once in a while."
The little fat boy agreed, went to Jiayi's room, fed him some water, and then wiped Jiayi's face like a palace maid serving him.
"Brother, please wake up quickly and take me to find father, okay?"
The little guy looked at Jiayi for a while, then ran to sit in front of the door.
He even wore red clothes that Doctor Zhao had bought for him.
The little guy said that this way he would be more conspicuous and his father would not fail to see him.
So he waited from day to night, but his father still did not come.
On the eaves, Zishu was speechless as he looked at the painter whose tears and snot were mixed together.
"Can you please paint properly? You've been painting for three days and you haven't even given His Majesty a single piece!"
The painter wiped his tears and whimpered, "Please ask for help! I can't bear to see the little prince suffer, and you're crying your eyes out too."
It's the same thing, so don't blame anyone else.
The two looked at each other and watched the little fat boy cry silently.
While having dinner at night, the little fat boy asked Doctor Zhao if he could take him to the town gate.
Doctor Zhao sighed with a complicated expression, "Why do you want to go?"
The little fat boy poked the Wowo on his hand and lowered his head. "Father Wo didn't come. It might be because Wo is here and he can't see Wo. If Wo goes to the highest and most conspicuous place to wait, he will see Wo."
Doctor Zhao immediately burst into tears.
He turned his back and said, "I'll take you there tomorrow. You should have a good rest today."
Your Majesty, Your Majesty! How can you be so cruel!
He prided himself on having a heart as hard as iron, but he couldn't help but be moved by this innocent heart.
Could it be that the little fat boy didn’t know that it was because of this?
He knew in his heart that his father was very powerful, so how come several days had passed and he still hadn't found him?
But he didn't want to believe it.
He was unwilling to believe that his father, who loved him so much, ignored him.
He was unwilling to believe that his father would ignore him after he was in danger.
He thought, maybe his father was very busy and Yuer knew it.
Fish need to be sensible.
Purple Palace.
Emperor Mingxi had been staring at the candlelight for a long time.
"Hasn't there been any news from Yuer yet?"
"A letter arrived yesterday, but there was no portrait."
The emperor's eyes were like torches, waiting for the madness that would burn everything. "Where is the painter?"
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