Dad, I’m not angry with you!
But when I come back, I will twist you too, but I won’t twist your heads, I will twist your necks.
He really couldn't think of any other way to take revenge.
I don't know the difference between twisting the head and twisting the neck.
As the little fat boy watched, he put his head close to Emperor Mingxi's face.
Daddy is so handsome.
Nice eyebrows, nice nose, nice mouth!
As for why we don’t say the eyes are beautiful, it’s because Emperor Mingxi had his eyes closed when he was pretending to be asleep.
I don’t even know if the fat cub that turned into a bird has the IQ of a one-year-old.
As he watched, he wanted to stay close to his father.
He hadn't been this close to his father in a long time.
The silly baby suddenly forgot that he had sneaked in and started rubbing his head.
As he rubbed against the emperor, he felt sleepy. When he felt sleepy, he naturally stepped on the skinny chest of Emperor Mingxi twice, pulled open his clothes and buried his body in it.
Baby is sleeping~
Emperor Mingxi felt his chubby son rubbing and jumping on him, and suddenly felt relieved that it was just a little bird.
Otherwise he might not see tomorrow's sun.
The emperor is well aware of the importance of his son.
He knew that his frail body could not support the weight of the little fat boy.
Only after hearing the sound of slight breathing did the emperor slowly open his eyes.
He lay straight in bed, not daring to move for fear of waking his child.
After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the emperor stretched out his intact left hand, gently held the little white ball, and then slowly sat up.
His Majesty's throat was very itchy, but he did not dare to cough.
Emperor Mingxi covered the lower half of his face with his hands, his dark eyes fixed on his son whom he had not seen for a long time.
thin……
The emperor originally wanted to say this, but when he touched the heavy white ball, he couldn't say it against his conscience.
But the emperor didn't dare to say that he was fat.
I don’t dare say that in my heart.
He was terribly afraid of his own children.
His chest was churning violently. The emperor made a gesture, and a secret guard floated down from the beam and held the solid white bird on his behalf.
Emperor Mingxi rolled off the bed and, with the help of Jia San, quickly came to the side hall. "Ahem."
A cough like thunder.
The emperor endured for a long time until he could bear it no longer.
"Bring the medicine." The emperor casually wiped the blood and leaned on the couch, saying softly.
Jia San showed a look of joy and hurried to get it.
The cough medicine was always kept warm, but the emperor never drank it.
Eunuch Wu tried to persuade him, but he just said that he should remember the pain so that he could be more sober.
Now that the young prince has performed a miracle and transformed into a divine bird and come to the palace, the emperor is willing to drink the medicine.
I guess they were afraid of disturbing the little prince.
Thinking of the little white bird sleeping soundly, Jiasan felt a pang of regret.
He knew with his feet that the fat little bird who was trying to hide his identity was the prince.
He actually said he would twist the prince's head off.
Jia San really wanted to die on the spot to prove his loyalty and bravery.
But after glancing at the emperor, Jiasan felt much more at ease.
Your Majesty made the same mistake as him, so Your Highness probably won't remember him.
Unfortunately, he guessed wrong. The vengeful little fat boy remembered these two evil people deeply this time.
While the emperor was waiting for the medicine, he saw Jiasan with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.
Just sometimes I would glance at him without leaving a trace.
His Majesty's martial arts were all practiced with real swords and guns, so he could naturally sense this vague gaze.
He drank the medicine in one gulp, and the tip of his tongue was extremely bitter. The emperor lightly touched the tip of his tongue and took a sip of clear water as if nothing had happened.
He didn't want to pursue the matter, but Jia San would look at him with gratitude from time to time, which made the emperor breathe a sigh of relief.
He leaned back slightly and scoffed, "He won't forget you."
The emperor suddenly said this, and Jia San was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly knelt on the ground.
Emperor Mingxi raised his eyebrows slightly and knocked on the couch beside him. "Let's go."
He knew his child best. The last time he was talking in his sleep, the emperor heard him.
The little guy kept yelling for him to be spanked. Maybe he was spanked many times in his dream, the smile on his face never faded.
The emperor, who was awakened, listened for a while and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Thinking that they were about to part, the emperor did not bother with the little guy.
As the saying goes, revenge is never too late.
The child must remember him and Jiasan very well.
There is no better son than a father.
Emperor Mingxi saw through the little fat boy.
Jia San wiped a cold sweat off his forehead. He was so bold as to be distracted in front of His Majesty.
Fortunately, the young prince was here, and His Majesty did not pursue him.
Little did they know that His Majesty was just disdainful.
Slowly returning to the main hall, the emperor dismissed the secret guards and lay down beside Xiao Baituan in his clothes.
After looking at the child quietly for a while, Emperor Mingxi gently embraced him, placed him on his chest, and then leaned against the edge of the tent.
After the emperor fell ill, his spirit was not as good as before. He was always drowsy and was woken up by the itchy throat.
With a cough, the cut skin on his body broke open, and his body was covered in blood.
Sometimes the pain is so severe that hallucinations make it easier to bear.
Emperor Mingxi had an alarmingly strong desire to survive.
He woke up from his dreams countless times, dreaming that his child was wearing an ill-fitting dragon robe and crying in front of his tombstone, saying that everyone was bullying him.
In his dream, veins on the emperor's forehead were throbbing and tears of blood were flowing from his eyes.
How dare you, really how dare you, to dress the Emperor of Dazhao in this outdated and worn dragon robe.
He dreamed countless times that the Great Chu of Mobei had made a comeback and was colluding with treacherous ministers in the country, forcing his young child to hang himself here in exchange for peace for the people.
The emperor guards the national gate, and the king dies for the country.
Emperor Mingxi was willing to do things himself but did not want his children to do them.
He would rather be a king of a fallen country, hide his identity and live in seclusion in the mountains, than let his children be hanged at the city gate.
In the dream, the emperor used his fingers as swords, and wanted to break out of the coffin day and night to avenge his child.
He wished he could tear the skin of those thieves and drain the blood of those villains.
When I was alive, they kept their tails between their legs. Now that I'm dead, they bully my children!
He was going to kill all these villains and exterminate all nine generations of their clan.
The surging emotions woke up Emperor Mingxi. Even though he knew it was all a dream, he was still filled with hatred.
Emperor Mingxi had never been so afraid of death.
He even somewhat understood why the late emperor wanted to live forever.
He also wanted to swallow a golden pill to extend his life by a hundred years, not for anything else, just to die with his eyes open and with his children.
Emperor Mingxi wanted to live a few more years, preferably until his children died.
He always felt that if he died, someone would bully his children, so he decided to protect his children until he died too, so that no one would bully his children anymore.
Emperor Mingxi was really scared.
He didn't want to die, for God's sake, he didn't want to die.
It’s okay to linger on!
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