1002 Seeing Wu Zhonghe struggling to hold the little fat boy, he secretly shared half of the weight with him.
This made Wu Zhonghe feel that he was still strong despite his old age, and he was very happy.
1002 felt some strange fluctuations in the world, so he left behind a little strength and ran out to check it out.
The little fat boy has never lived up to his name.
He fell asleep eating his fat fingers and woke up crying hungry.
The emperor was staring at the memorial in a daze when he saw his son climbing up his legs.
I don't have any other skills, but I'm getting better and better at crawling along my legs.
The little fat boy could recognize a few words now. After he shouted that he was hungry, Wu Daban happily went to the imperial kitchen to check on him.
He stood on his father's thighs and had no sense of his own weight.
The Saint remained calm even when a weight weighing dozens of kilograms was pressing on his legs.
"Auspicious? The place and the flowers bloom early." The illiterate fat boy muttered while pointing to the memorial.
The emperor was somewhat helpless: "Auspicious sign."
The little fat boy chuckled: "I know!"
Emperor Mingxi was too lazy to expose him. He knew he couldn't read it, so who was he trying to fool?
"Father? I met the Queen today, and she kept crying and hitting me. She lost her child." The little fat boy said a lot of things with his hands and feet dancing. The Emperor looked at him intently, and he knew that these were not the main points.
"Dad and Mom, don't lose the fish!" the little fat boy warned earnestly.
The little guy insists on imitating the behavior of those great scholars.
The emperor knew that this was the key point, and all the preparations before were just to tell him not to abandon the fish.
"I dare not." Emperor Mingxi lowered his eyes and was very obedient.
The little fat boy puffed out his belly and patted his father on the shoulder: "Xiao Yuan is such a good boy."
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His Majesty feels that sometimes it is not necessarily a good thing for children to be able to recite what they hear.
He heard it, this is what the queen said to him.
But the child was at a sensitive age, and His Majesty did not want to argue with him, so he said, "Well."
He wouldn't say a word more than that.
Seeing that he was bored, the emperor pushed a stack of memorials over to him to read.
The little fellow, who had no ink in his belly, did not think that he could not understand. He did not even realize that he had turned the memorial upside down and was still reading: "Auspicious auspicious."
"Father, so many auspicious signs?"
The emperor rubbed his eyebrows. He had been reading the memorials for a long time and felt a little tired.
"I don't know why, and they are all around the capital." The emperor smiled and pinched his son's cheek. "Maybe it's because of you, little immortal?"
The little fat boy nodded seriously: "Thank you very much!"
Good guy, others take the blame and all the good things are yours.
As the father and son were talking, Wu Zhonghe and the palace maids filed in. "We have some new food today, but you can only see it after your highness has dined."
He bowed and smiled. As usual, the little fat boy wanted to act coquettishly and ask his elder companion to tell him, but Wu Zhonghe had anticipated this and retreated to a distance with his back turned.
The little fat boy pouted and ate his dinner helplessly.
“It’s delicious!”
"Wow, meat!"
"No greens!" He frowned and threw the green leafy vegetables onto the empty plate.
"Hmm?" The emperor glanced at him.
The little guy gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and swallowed the food whole, saying, "I just hate green, not vegetables~"
This made everyone laugh secretly.
When the emperor saw that he had finished eating, he raised his hand and signaled Wu Zhonghe that he could take it out.
Seeing Banban coming over with a tray in a mysterious manner, the little fat boy leaned his hands on the table, stared with wide eyes, and looked at it eagerly.
"Your Highness, look! This is the pearl milk tea newly developed by Lady Officer Xie. It is made by grinding black tea and adding..." Wu Zhonghe spoke eloquently and incessantly.
The little fat boy cooperated with the crystal flow from the corner of his mouth, and his fat hands kept grasping: "Give it to the fish~"
The little fat boy's intuition told him that it must be delicious, but he always felt that it would be even better with milk green tea.
He shook his head, clearing away all distracting thoughts.
What about milk tea or milk green tea? He doesn't care, they are all delicious, slurp...
"Little greedy cat." The emperor handed it to him.
Xie Ruyi had brought out this food a long time ago, but the emperor didn't dare to give it to his son.
One reason was that he was young and had no self-control, so he took a big gulp and choked himself.
Second, he always felt that new and novel things should make others drink more.
Others Wen Hui, Yan Huajin...
So we are test subjects?
Today, my son is sad, and Your Majesty wants to please him and coax him to go to school.
It is difficult to raise a child. Even the emperor would be troubled by this.
"Is it delicious?"
"Great!" The little guy held the cup tightly and couldn't let it go, wishing he could use his hands and feet to hold it.
The emperor wiped the milk stains off his son and said slowly, "When my son is six years old, he will go to Baoqing Palace to study."
Silence, total silence.
The little fat boy turned his back, as if he didn't hear anything.
The emperor smiled slightly and said, "Baoqing Palace is much more luxurious than Zichen Palace."
"I know it was built by a certain extravagant and lazy emperor for his own pleasure. Everywhere is magnificent and splendid."
The tyrant emperor: Rebellious son!
The little fat boy moved his ears, and the emperor glanced at Wu Zhonghe.
Wu Daban sang and acted, "Your Highness, the ministers in Baoqing Palace are crying and shouting to send their children to school! There are too many people. If the emperor hadn't said he would see your opinion, I'm afraid Baoqing Palace would be overcrowded."
"!!!" The little fat boy burped and jumped off the chair. He couldn't wait to run to Emperor Mingxi: "My gold! Mine!"
His Majesty looked at him, feeling very embarrassed: "If Yu'er doesn't go to school, I won't be able to watch him when I have to go to court."
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