His Majesty's hands hung down, his long knuckles clenched into fists.
One of them lowered his head, and the other raised his head.
The father and son seemed to be competing with each other.
Just waiting for someone to bow his head.
If nothing unexpected happens, it must be His Majesty.
Emperor Mingxi was reluctant to lower his head, not because he was unwilling, but because he didn't dare to look into his eyes.
He was thinking in his mind how to explain and how to express his feelings.
The emperor did not want the little guy to forgive him, and he deserved to be beaten and scolded.
He is a person who abandons his young son, and his crime is extremely heinous!
The two men were silent, and everyone held their breath and kept their heads down. Occasionally, someone brave enough would take a look.
Suddenly the little fat boy raised his hand and said, "Hold me!"
The emperor couldn't believe it and quickly picked him up. Just as he was about to speak, a pair of fat hands grabbed his neck.
Those who saw it gasped, "Your Highness, this is not allowed!"
When he shouted, everyone looked up.
The little prince was seen weeping and gritting his teeth as he strangled Emperor Mingxi's neck. Wu Zhonghe, who had hurried over, had his pupils dilated and stumbled to his knees. "Your Highness, you must not kill your father. The Emperor has his reasons. Why would a father and son go to this extent?"
Emperor Mingxi raised his thin neck and let him pinch it.
But he couldn't hide the sadness in his heart. Why did Yu'er hate him so much?
A tear fell into the emperor's chest. Emperor Mingxi thought that the child could not be pinched, so he turned the child's position to make it easier for him to pinch.
But an earth-shaking cry erupted from his arms, "Father! Father!"
The little fat boy pinched Emperor Mingxi twice, then put his arms around his neck. He buried his face in the crook of the emperor's neck and burst into tears.
The emperor was extremely distressed. He walked around with the child in his arms, patting the little fat boy's back gently with his hands.
This emperor who fought wars in the south and the north, gained great fame and reputation, and made the other two countries tremble in fear;
This emperor who killed his father and brother, leaving only two brothers alive, and made them behave like human beings with their tails between their legs;
This gloomy and ruthless emperor, who commanded the admiration of his ministers and made them dare not have second thoughts;
This emperor, who was so calm and composed that nothing could disturb him, and who everyone admired as crazy and cold-blooded, was now in a state of panic because his own child was crying loudly.
Even in Changnan Town, people had heard of the reputation of His Majesty the God of Death, but they watched helplessly as this emperor transformed into the most doting father in the world. This strong contrast made them stare at him intently.
Even ordinary people have never heard of someone loving children so much.
"My son, no matter who bullied you, don't cry." The emperor's heart was broken.
He coaxed the child, and his cold gaze swept across the crowd, making the residents of Changnan shrink like quails.
"Father, father, bullies me! Father, father, bullies me!" The little fat boy cried until his voice became hoarse, and his two big eyes were swollen like walnuts.
The emperor thought the little fat boy blamed him as a father for sending the child away, so he quickly said, "I dare not do that again. I will never be separated from you again."
But the little fat boy cried even louder when he heard it. "That's not it. Daddy is bullying me."
The emperor was extremely distressed, and he couldn't find the problem himself, so he had to ask the secret guards, "Do you know how I bullied the prince?"
Everyone looked at each other, wondering how they knew.
The cold emperor's eyes were filled with tears. He lowered his voice and pleaded, "My son, I have done something wrong and I deserve to be punished. Please tell your father, and he will know!"
The little fat boy also misses His Majesty very much and loves him very much.
Seeing his father begging him like this, the little fat boy put his soft face against the side of Emperor Mingxi's face and said, "Father, pinch my neck, brother, twist my head."
"Fear."
His Majesty, who was so wise that he was almost a demon, understood it almost instantly. That was when his child turned into a fat little bird, and he had strangled the young bird like this.
It was also on that day that the emperor recognized his child.
Emperor Mingxi burst into tears on the spot, his eyes fierce, "Come here, bring a knife."
He was crazy. The emperor actually wanted to cut off his own fingers.
Seeing everyone was stunned, the emperor went to pick up the knife himself, but was stopped by the fat boy, "I don't want a disabled father!"
While Emperor Mingxi was still, the little fat boy held up the emperor's face and said, "I love you, just like you love me. I love you, but I love you even more. Don't hurt yourself. Love me even more in the future!"
The somewhat mad emperor rolled his eyes, and after a long while he closed them, saying in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
My son, how can I not love you?
"Father, hurry up and make up for the nest. The fish is getting thinner. There is no father to care for it, no mother to love it, and only grandpa picks up garbage to support the nest."
The little fat boy put his face close to the emperor's face and started talking.
The emperor knew clearly that he had not lost any weight, but he was still heartbroken. "I have brought the imperial chef here to let Your Highness take good care of himself."
"Is this your Highness, Father?"
"certainly."
"Then I want to eat ice cream."
"Your Highness, the weather is cold." The emperor was in a dilemma.
"I want to eat it."
"As you wish."
Wu Zhonghe looked at the little prince again and again, and felt that he had made himself fat. He turned around and didn't want to watch this scene of lying with his eyes open anymore.
Unexpectedly, the little fat boy looked at him the next second and said, "My dear, I have lost a lot of weight."
Wu Zhonghe immediately threw his mind away. “Your Highness has suffered. Look at how thin his arms are.”
Everyone...
1002:6
1002 was chirping with excitement about how handsome the cub was, but her senses were sealed by the main system, and she has only just broken through now.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he knew that the little fat boy was lying with his eyes open, and his elder brother actually believed it too!
Oh my god, have you forgotten, your name is Little Fatty, not Little Skinny?
The baby who was being criticized was tired of crying and fell asleep in the arms of Emperor Mingxi.
His fat hands were still tightly grasping the emperor's hair, just as they were when he was born.
Once you catch it, you won’t lose it.
The little fellow was still talking in his sleep, and the emperor leaned close to him to listen.
"Twist your head, pinch your neck, father, brother." The emperor just blamed himself helplessly when he heard the silly baby say "I love father."
It was as if brilliant sparks exploded in his heart. The emperor lowered his head slightly and gently kissed the little fat boy's forehead.
"Daddy loves you too."
After the emperor had held the little fat boy for a long time and he fell asleep, he turned around and looked at Wu Zhonghe and said, "Send the order and send more troops."
He wanted to defeat Da Chu and Mo Bei so badly that they would have no power to fight back, to vent his anger for his children.
And the guard general was skinned and stuffed with straw.
"Skin him alive." The cold-blooded emperor did not let go of the dead man wielding the knife, since he wanted to eat the flesh of his child.
He cut off pieces of his skin and flesh and dried them in the sun.
"Call the royal chef to make some delicious food." The emperor's expression changed very quickly. 1002 suspected that his elder brother had schizophrenia.
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