The Queen took it, looked at his bright and lovely face, and nodded solemnly: "Mother, Your Majesty will definitely plant it with care."
Her son was a little god, and the things he brought out were extraordinary. The queen was determined to do her best to help her son, as she had finally been able to do something.
1002 took a look and muttered, "Farming is good. Farmers don't have to daydream."
The little fat boy thought that he was often crazy and selectively ignored it.
"Thank you~" He waved his fat hands and said goodbye to the queen.
Emperor Mingxi, wrapped in white cloth, leaned on the couch, carefully reviewing memorials and expressing his opinions from time to time.
The fat son rested his head on his shoulder, opened his mouth to accept the food from his father, and listened to his father read the memorials to him.
"Wake up and take control of the world ~ lean on the beautiful woman's shoulder when tired ~ hehe." The little fat boy smiled foolishly, repeating his own nonsense and randomly pieced together words.
Wu Zhonghe didn't even blink, let alone the emperor.
The Saint wiped his mouth without changing his expression.
The three men felt no guilt at all about making the seriously injured people work, and the emperor himself thought it was natural.
After the little fat boy finished eating, he brought the medicine and asked his father to open his mouth wide.
Emperor Mingxi looked at his smiling face, gently raised his hand and spread out his five fingers.
His face was too small, so His Majesty covered it with one hand. He pinched the little fat boy's cheek and said with some distress: "You have lost a lot of weight."
Wu Zhonghe with too heavy a filter, 1002: That’s right.
The evil-minded child fed his father a big mouthful of bitter medicine and smiled foolishly.
"What are you laughing at?"
The baby tilted his head back and took another big scoop: "I'm so happy~"
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