If 1002 knew what he was thinking, he would definitely tell him, of course you are missing, big brother!
The world is incomplete without Big Brother.
How can Zaizai live to be a hundred years old without his big brother?
He is the backbone of Fatty's ability to absorb emotions and transform them into lifespan.
What can we do without you, big brother?
The sun was shining brightly, and the emperor was basking in the sunshine. The little fat boy was scratching his face while reading. The emperor saw the red scratches on his face and frowned, "Come here."
The fat hand that was scratching his face paused, and the little fat boy lowered his head and wrote quickly. It looked like he was writing something, but the scribbles in his hand gave away everything.
"I will only say this once." The emperor said in a flat tone, as if he didn't care much.
But the little fat boy knew that his father was going to be angry.
He walked over hesitantly, and Emperor Mingxi held him with one hand, telling him to stop twisting.
A hand touched his cheek, and seeing the blood stain on his fair face, His Majesty's expression darkened. "How many times have I told you this?"
The little fat boy said aggrievedly: "Many times."
Emperor Mingxi sneered: "Little Ancestor actually knew?"
The little fat boy stopped talking and just lowered his head.
The emperor had no way to deal with him, so he raised his hand slightly with anger and said, "Bring me the jasper ointment."
This was specially made for his son by the Emperor at the order of the Imperial Hospital. The little boy has short legs and loves to run around.
Sometimes if you don't pay attention, you will get a lot of scratches on your body.
The little guy was naughty and played around during the day without feeling any pain.
But at night, he would cry at the top of his lungs.
Like a big speaker.
Such ointment is extremely precious. The raw materials are rare and precious medicines, but they are made into scar removal products by people.
If others knew about this, wouldn’t they shout that it was a waste of resources?
It takes a year to make the medicine once, and it takes several years to find the medicine.
I only got three boxes in total, all for the little fat guy.
The man with eyebrows and eyes as white as ice and snow lowered his eyes slightly, looking indescribably elegant and graceful.
There was a touch of tenderness in the movements.
The little fat boy was embarrassed at first, but now he stared straight at the emperor's face.
The little guy only has a few hobbies: he likes beautiful things, gold, and food.
As long as it doesn't involve these items, the little fat boy can still keep his sanity, but once it involves──
"It's so beautiful!" Full of admiration and joy.
The little fat boy touched the emperor's face, then touched himself: "Father, will I look good in the future?"
The emperor said without hesitation: "Of course."
Feeling his gaze lingering on his face, the emperor said with a smile, "Do you want to ask how familiar we are?"
A dignified emperor has actually fallen to the point of competing with others for beauty.
The little fat boy blushed and nodded: "I want to be as beautiful as my father~"
"I am brave and brave." The emperor emphasized.
The little fat boy followed and learned: "Parrot parrot~"
What's the point of arguing with an uneducated kid? The emperor looked at his little face and touched it many times seriously.
The little fat boy was so nervous that he dared not move: "Is it done?"
“Very soft.”
"That's not it!"
"Very detailed?"
"No, no!" The little fat boy was about to cry.
The corners of His Majesty's mouth curled slightly, and he was in a good mood after entertaining the child. He said, "You are so beautiful! How can Yuan compare to you?"
The sunlight enveloped the father and son, outlining a beautiful picture.
The ruthless and cold-blooded emperor spoke sincerely and without any lies.
If I didn't believe this from the bottom of my heart, I wouldn't have such strong affirmation.
After hearing this, the little fat boy kept looking at the emperor's face with his eyes squinted.
He looked at himself and then at the emperor, his eyes moving tiredly.
But he was in high spirits.
"Xiao Yuan is as pretty as Fatty!" The boy spoke without restraint, so the emperor did not take it to heart.
Thinking about his own arrangements, the emperor asked the little fat boy, "My son, is there anything else you want?"
From what he said, it seems that His Majesty will do his best to provide whatever the little fat boy wants.
Seeing his son's eyes instantly light up and shine, Emperor Mingxi added solemnly: "I am talking about people."
Wu Zhonghe's usually calm face became a little embarrassed after hearing these words.
Why does Your Majesty speak of people as if they were no different from objects?
Could it be that in Your Majesty's heart, only your son is a human being?
The delicious food that flashed through his mind turned into a dream bubble. The little fat boy puffed up his cheeks and said, "No!"
"Really? Then you can't pick up people casually in the future."
The little fat boy was being manipulated: "I'll know later."
He didn't pick people randomly, he picked up powerful generals.
So what is the difference between a general and a human being? We don't know.
"What does Xiao Yuan want?" the fat baby asked.
The emperor pondered for a moment and said, "I don't have any."
The little fat boy didn't believe it.
The emperor stood up, his tall figure facing the glaring light. "I alone can defeat thousands of troops, why do I need others?"
He seemed lost in memories, and his voice was a little low.
Life was so miserable in the past that no one had ever entered his heart.
His soul has always been walking alone.
The observant fat baby noticed that his father was in a bad mood, so he slowly leaned over and said softly, "We need a big fat cub!"
Although the tone was soft, the words were unquestionable.
The emperor embraced him, the coldness on his face dissipating as he said, "Your Highness is absolutely right."
No matter how ruthless an emperor is, he has a fragile past.
The emperor's past was so miserable that Wu Zhonghe didn't even dare to recall it.
When Wu Daban was serving His Majesty, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the Emperor at that time was only the same age as the little prince.
Although he is the legitimate son of the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager is wary of the Imperial Concubine and is also worried that the late Emperor will target his natal family.
So he always told the young emperor that Yuan'er should give in to his other brothers.
This made the lively child more and more silent, and he would hide in the corner with his thorns raised whenever anyone approached him.
Wu Zhonghe had seen His Majesty secretly go to see the late emperor. He rarely saw his father.
Every New Year’s Day, he and the Queen Mother were obviously of noble status, but the late emperor treated them badly.
Under the suppression of imperial power, court officials were powerless.
If it were not for Duke Chengguo, who was guarding the border, returning to the capital under heavy pressure, how long would Your Majesty have to live like that?
Although Wu Zhonghe always said that the emperor killed people at every turn, he was like a god of death.
But he knew that the emperor was grateful.
He just never said it, but he did nothing.
For example, Your Majesty has done his utmost to be kind and righteous towards Concubine Xian, towards him, towards the Chengguo Mansion, and towards the Queen.
But the dragon has a reverse scale, and if you touch it, you will die.
The little prince is the shackles of your majesty's life, shackles that he wears with great pleasure.
Wu Zhonghe secretly wiped away his tears while the father and son were not paying attention.
Looking at the two people relying on each other, he smiled. That was good enough.
Your Majesty has suffered for most of his life, and God has finally opened his eyes.
Giving the emperor a fat son is like a jar of honey, which makes him feel sweet to the heart.
The honey jar took out a candy from his sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth. Wu Zhonghe's expression froze.
"Yan Chengyu!" The emperor was furious, veins on his forehead were exposed, and his fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.
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