The fat boy, with a lot of things on his mind, forgot about his "grand plans" as soon as evening came.
The sky is big, the earth is big, and father is the greatest.
If His Majesty knew about this, he would definitely feel relieved.
How can His Majesty not love his children?
When the little fat boy came to his father from Changnan again, he suddenly saw a face.
"Chiu!" The little fat boy was so scared that his voice broke and even his round body began to tremble.
Red butt! White! Black!
What a scary face, why does it look so much like Banban?
This is the emperor's fault.
His Majesty is a man who doesn't bother to look at what other people look like, except for his children.
Wu Zhonghe said that he was as handsome as jade, but the emperor scoffed at him.
When it comes to Wu Zhonghe, all he knows is flattery.
The emperor, who rarely loves beauty, asked the secret guards to bring him a life-size bronze mirror.
It was given to the second prince's mother, Concubine Li, during the reign of the previous emperor.
The emperor pierced these people with a sword and put their belongings into the national treasury.
He had an excellent memory. After so many years, he still remembered that there was a life-size bronze mirror in the warehouse.
So when this bronze mirror appeared again, the person looking at herself in the mirror was not the concubine, not His Majesty, but Jiang Yuanxing...
Wu Zhonghe watched helplessly as His Majesty thought Jiang Yuanxing's face was dull, so he asked him to put on a lot of powder, and then he was dissatisfied with his poor complexion and put on a lot of rouge.
Finally, I drew my eyebrows.
Wu Zhonghe's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he stammered, asking the emperor what this was for.
The emperor just said, let’s give it a try.
It seems that the emperor means that if it looks good, he will put on makeup for himself.
Wu Zhonghe couldn't imagine that his Majesty, who was so majestic and handsome, had a clown face. Fortunately, his Majesty ordered Jiang Yuanxing to try it first.
Jiang Yuanxing, with his monkey-like face, scared the little fat boy to death.
The emperor originally thought that his masterpiece was very good, but he didn't expect to receive such a disgusted reaction from the little fat boy.
He didn't think he was wrong, he just thought Jiang Yuanxing was ugly.
God knows Jiang Yuanxing is also very handsome, okay? Although he can't compare with Your Majesty, his face is outstanding.
The impatience of His Majesty knocked on the table, and before Jiang Yuanxing could even take a second look at the young prince, he was dragged downstairs to wash up.
The little fat boy shrank his body and watched his scary companion leave, then he slowly moved out from the bed.
His round eyes darted around the Zichen Hall, as if he was looking for something.
The emperor's heart tightened, and he slowly put down the rouge in his hand, with his slender white knuckles clasped on the lid.
My heart is pounding.
Are you looking for me?
Yu'er, don't you blame me?
The emperor is afraid.
He didn't want to see the hurt and resentful look in his child's eyes.
"Your Majesty?" Wu Zhonghe was hiding with him and saw the little prince looking around.
I want to urge Your Majesty to come and meet me.
Emperor Mingxi was furious. Although his tone was stern, his voice was very low. "Shut up."
Wu Zhonghe didn't know what was wrong with His Majesty. He was so scared that he didn't even dare to look at the little prince.
Poor Eunuch Wu just bumped into the muzzle of the gun. He didn't know that His Majesty's murderous intention had been shown to the little fat boy without reservation.
This arrogant emperor was most afraid of his children.
This is his only weakness in this life, and no one can compare to it.
The emperor suppressed his worries, slowly walked out of the tent, and slowly approached the little fat boy.
The moment the little fat cub saw him, he subconsciously flapped his little wings and ran towards him.
The emperor looked at his round body running towards him, twisting and turning, and his heart, which seemed about to jump out, suddenly slowed down.
The coldness between his brows disappeared in an instant, and the emperor stretched out his hand.
My son, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
But when the little fat cub saw the slender white hand, he suddenly retracted his head and buried his entire head in the fluffy down.
Don't pinch the baby, don't pinch the baby.
No matter how much the silly baby wants to be close to his father, he is still haunted by death.
Seeing his movements, the emperor staggered a few steps and half of his body leaned on the rosewood chair.
He stretched out his hands, looked at his pale palms, and felt an urge to cut them off.
My son, I have hurt you so much!
The fishy and sweet taste that the emperor had suppressed with great difficulty using medicine suddenly surged up again.
He hid himself behind the bead curtain in a panic as if he was avoiding a wild beast.
The huge imperial palace belongs entirely to the emperor.
The Purple Palace is where the emperor lives and resides, but Emperor Mingxi's movements at this moment are as cautious as a foreign minister who has just arrived.
The little fat boy shrank his body, buried his head and convinced himself not to be afraid.
After the silly baby prepared himself mentally, he looked towards his father again, but no one was there.
Twisting and turning, the fat baby who couldn't fly slid down the foot of the bed to the ground.
Then it circled around the place where Emperor Mingxi had just stood, "Chirp, chirp, chirp."
Father!
Father!
He tilted his head and wondered, "Where's my father? Where did my father go, who has such a big nest?"
He was so stupid that he didn't even bother looking somewhere else and just kept going around in circles.
The emperor watched secretly for a while, unable to bear the fact that his voice would become hoarse from singing.
He didn't dare go alone, for fear of scaring his beloved son.
"You go." The cold voice hit Wu Zhonghe's heart.
Wu Zhonghe quickly responded, "Yes."
He was just asking for it.
Wu Zhonghe walked out pretentiously and exclaimed, "Where did this white bird come from? It's a good omen."
The exaggerated and artificial acting made the veins on His Majesty's forehead throb, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.
When Wu Zhonghe picked up the little prince, he felt a chill rising from behind him. He couldn't help but look at the emperor, and was glared at by the emperor.
Wu Zhonghe...
He is crazy, Your Majesty is crazy.
Fortunately, he has the prince in his hands.
The Crown Prince of Dazhao is in charge of the Emperor of Dazhao!
Wu Zhonghe straightened his back.
The little fat boy was happy when he saw Wu Zhonghe. Daban was there, and that Banban was there too.
The little fat boy stretched his head and looked hard behind him.
Where is my father?
Even if I didn't understand, I could tell he was very anxious.
Wu Zhonghe did not turn around. He thought that if His Majesty did not come out, he would send the little prince over.
How could there be a father hiding from his child?
It was so difficult for His Highness to find you. How could Your Majesty do this?
His Majesty, who was never sentimental, was in a state of ups and downs. He missed his son terribly, but was hesitant because of his own hurt.
Caught off guard, a flash of white caught his eyes.
The little fat boy looked at Emperor Mingxi who was standing still, and tilted his head and said "Chiu~"
Caught the father.
Look how cute and plump the nest is, dad, please don’t pinch it!
It turned out that he saw Emperor Mingxi and insisted on coming over.
His Majesty, immersed in his own world, did not notice the approach of the little fat boy. When he came to his senses, the son he had been thinking about was already in his palm.
Holding this round little white ball, the emperor felt like he was holding the world.
His hands were shaking.
The emperor wanted to lift him up, but then he remembered the mistake of yesterday.
So he half-knelt on the ground with his slender figure and slowly approached the round white ball.
"Chiu?" It's raining~
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