As Emperor Mingxi finished speaking, the calm crowd became excited again.
Their eyes were fanatical, as if they had found their faith.
The emperor looked at his child lovingly, patted his head, and said, "Your Highness, let your subjects take a good look at you."
The little fat boy's tears, which were affected by his emotions, had not yet dried, and his mind was buzzing non-stop, constantly reporting how much his life span would increase.
He opened his mouth and looked at the crowd blankly.
First one person knelt down, then a group of people knelt down, and then everyone knelt down.
Even the emperor lifted up his clothes and knelt on one knee with the crowd.
It seems that in this world, the little fat boy is the only king.
No one is above you, my child.
Including me - your father.
Xie Ruyi knelt down with the crowd, feeling an unprecedented sense of absurdity in her heart.
In her time and space, although emperors who loved children were rare, there were traces of them.
But there is no other emperor like this, right?
The past, the future, will never exist again.
She really wanted to take a pen and record everything. She wanted everyone to see that there was such an emperor who loved his children so deeply.
In feudal dynasties, emperors sometimes symbolize destiny.
The Ice Machine Emperor is the most unpredictable and crazy.
What's the point of treating the little fat kid now?
Would even the most fickle fate be willing to crown him emperor?
Xie Ruyi felt like crying as she laughed. Ice maker, you are so good at it!
You've gone from an ice machine to a boiling volcano.
Needless to say, the reactions of others were remarkable. Prince An had long witnessed how much Emperor Mingxi loved the little prince.
It's ridiculous to be so cute.
That’s the emperor, that’s Yan Jiyuan, the ruthless killer.
He was the God of Death who stood firm despite everyone's disgust and jealousy!
Why did he kneel down so worthlessly?
Seems very proud.
Prince An blinked and held back the tears that were about to burst out. The strong wind and sand blurred his eyes.
He thought that he loved his child very much by having the courage to ask the God of Death for help. Compared with Yan Jiyuan, he was nothing.
As for Yan Huajin, he was extremely envious. His father was afraid of Emperor Mingxi, and he was afraid too.
His father was very good to him, but compared with the emperor's love, his father's love seemed so cheap.
But looking at his fair, cute and innocent brother, Yan Huajin's eyes curved. He deserves it!
"Long live His Highness, long live His Highness, long live His Highness." The people knelt down spontaneously.
The little fat boy grabbed the hem of his clothes, wanting to explain and tell everyone.
This is not what fish do.
All this was done with the help of my father. Long live him and he is the one everyone is grateful to.
Not a fish.
But Emperor Mingxi stood up, walked over to him, and told him: "What is the difference between me and the fish?"
It’s not Yuer, it’s Yuer.
The emperor winked at the little fat boy.
An unprecedented move.
The little fat boy's eyes were sore: "Father, I want to pee in my eyes."
The emperor was slightly startled, but when he came to his senses he couldn't help laughing.
He gently brushed the little fat boy's cheek with his hand: "Go back and pee. Your Highness must not cry in front of the people."
The little fat boy nodded heavily and sniffed: "Yeah!"
He also wants a lot, a lot, of love from his father.
He wanted to tell his father that you are in the fish's heart, brain, and stomach.
Fish, I love you.
If His Majesty knew this, he would probably laugh at him again.
He would say, "The stomach is not necessary."
The emotions absorbed today reached saturation point, and the life span of the little fat cub exceeded nine years in one fell swoop.
He traveled along the way, enjoying the mountains and rivers, climbing trees to pick flowers, and doing nothing else.
They had only walked one-third of the way when the emperor caught up with them.
As soon as he arrived in Quanzhou, Emperor Mingxi put the fruits of victory on the table and kept urging him to eat more.
The little fat boy had many things to say to Emperor Mingxi, but he skipped school every day and couldn't even write his own name.
Unable to express his meaning, he had to prove it through actions.
The emperor asked Wu Zhonghe to grind ink. He twisted his little butt and asked his companion to make way, saying that he also wanted to grind ink.
He also secretly put the ink he had ground in front. When the emperor was dealing with the salt mine, he frowned as soon as he touched the paper with the ink.
How come you can’t even grind the ink properly?
But when he looked up, he saw his little cat-like son blinking at him.
The emperor had no choice but to force himself to use it.
But he still said softly: "It's been polished very well. You don't need to polish it next time."
That’s not all. During meals, the little fat boy kept feeding meat to the emperor’s mouth.
These were all his favorite pieces of meat. He raised his fat hands high, drooling as he fed them to the emperor.
He even picked up some vegetables to eat, and his nose and eyes wrinkled from eating so much.
The emperor ate it with both sweetness and pain.
By the end of the meal, he was about to vomit.
The fat boy was the first person to force Emperor Mingxi to vomit.
The emperor was busy until late at night. When he turned around, his son's head was like a chick pecking at rice.
Emperor Mingxi felt extremely distressed and asked him why he was not sleeping yet?
He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he was still mumbling, "Wait for Daddy."
The fat baby is so clingy, like malt sugar that you can’t get rid of.
The emperor took him in his arms and continued to handle government affairs while holding him. Occasionally, he would read poems to him and coax him to continue sleeping.
Looking at his long eyelashes and chubby face, the emperor poked him twice and couldn't help laughing.
He whispered, "Ordinary love is good enough, but Dad can't afford it now."
As if hearing these words in a dream, the little fat boy clenched his hands and waved them in the air: "No~"
The emperor was startled, thinking he had heard her. He was frantically trying to figure out how to explain when he saw her bury her face in his arms with great skill, her hands tightly clutching Mingxi's clothes: "Don't leave me."
The emperor was deeply moved and said in a hoarse voice: "Never again, Dad will fight to the death to accompany you."
I won't leave you alone in this world.
I swear.
1002's tears splashed everywhere, and the entire space was filled with tears transformed from his data.
This time, the main system did not despise him.
Such affection, such love, can transcend species and shock the soul.
"Can Big Brother be allowed to live forever, until Fatty dies of old age? Then the four of us can go to the next world happily?" 1002 picked up her eyeballs that had rolled all over the floor due to crying, and stuffed them back into her body one by one.
"Number 0, we are all family, woooo."
1002 started crying again.
"We can't capture their souls." The main system had tried several times to take the cubs away, but it couldn't capture them and couldn't bind them.
Even the cub's father couldn't be caught.
So, he wondered if there was something he didn't know?
"You are the main system, what can't you do? How can you bear to let our family be separated by death? Fatty died, and I died too, my Fatty, my big brother!"
1002 rolling around on the ground.
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