"Happy again, kid." 1002 said sourly.
The overly happy little fat kid accidentally scooped up a large mouthful of bitter medicine and stuffed it into his mouth.
That was the extra care he wanted to give to his father.
Just like that, Shui Lingling loved herself.
"Puff puff puff." Wu Zhonghe lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasant. Emperor Mingxi suppressed the corners of his mouth and 1002 took out his eyeballs.
The candlelight flickered, the light was warm yellow, and the little fat boy stood outside the dragon bed, his nose and eyes wrinkled into a ball, just like a steamed bun fresh out of the oven.
He stuck out his tongue like a puppy and made a lot of puffing noises.
It seems that I have made myself happy.
"Help, father, save me." The little fat kid stuck out his tongue, holding the bowl in one hand and waving the other hand around.
Emperor Mingxi suppressed his laughter and hurriedly handed over the tea.
The little fat boy drank it all in one gulp and then barely opened his eyes.
It was so bitter that tears filled his eyes. He stuffed the medicine bowl back to his companion and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Little buffalo." The emperor couldn't help laughing when he saw his anxious look.
The little buffalo held up the bowl and said, "I want more."
It seems that he has really suffered a lot and he doesn't even want to maintain the image he has always maintained.
The crescent moon is like a hook, hanging quietly in the quiet sky.
The night is deep and starry, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene.
It was as if the natural disaster had never happened.
The emperor finished processing the memorials and squeezed his son's chubby hand: "Yu'er is more powerful than me as emperor."
The emperor also knows it, but he can't understand it.
But he did a very good job in issuing decrees and resettling the disaster victims.
It was so good that His Majesty didn’t know what to say.
I always feel like I owe him something. If I hadn't been injured, I wouldn't have bothered this little guy.
Due to the earthquake, the green tiles on the roof of the Xuan Zheng Hall fell off, like a skylight, casting a moonlight of white light.
The little fat boy pulled his hand away, stood under the moonlight, and looked up at the sky: "But the fish doesn't want to be the emperor. This place is beautiful and the world is big. I want to go and see it."
The emperor doesn't believe him, and how could he not be the emperor every day?
However, he didn't dare to directly refute it, so he asked, "Why?"
The little fat boy stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pick up the moonlight.
"Yu'er knows that only after Father dies will it be Yu'er's turn to become emperor. I don't want Father to die, and I don't want you to lie on the ground with your eyes closed."
Emperor Mingxi sighed softly, he was indeed frightened.
"I will not die, I will abdicate to you."
"No, that's not it."
"Why?"
"I'm still a baby."
Bao Bao himself stepped on the moonlight and said sullenly, "I want to be a little prince now, not a little emperor."
The emperor knew what he meant.
Although he was mentally exhausted, the emperor looked at his child with a tender gaze and was reluctant to close his eyes.
He knew that his son would act like a four-year-old child in front of him.
"I heard that you asked the Queen to plant a good harvest for you?"
The emperor still remembered the treasures sent by the envoys from Jiaozhi, but he never asked his children to take them out.
Why is it given to the queen now?
The little fat boy had an expression that said he couldn't reveal the secret. "Before, no one else could grow it. I thought the queen could grow it, so I gave it to her."
The black eyeballs rolled around.
The emperor saw through it immediately and said that no one could grow it, and they were probably just having fun.
Forgot about the harvest.
Wu Zhonghe stood outside and occasionally heard a private conversation or two between father and son.
The little fat boy's childish words often made him laugh.
Jiang Yuanxing had been busy with the reconstruction of the imperial palace recently and had been rarely seen. But now he hurried over and whispered in Wu Zhonghe's ear.
"What?"
Wu Zhonghe couldn't believe it, but now was not the time to talk, so he rushed into the hall.
"Your Majesty! Prince." He bowed hastily, not even bothering to apologize before anxiously saying, "Your Highness, go and have a look. The ball that Mo Xiao gave you that day is glowing."
The little fat boy who was whispering to his father was a little confused. What ball?
"Kid, it's the thing you gave you when you cured that big black bird and it flew back after it left." 1002 was puzzled. He didn't make a scene.
Why is that thing glowing?
I scanned it before, and it was just an ordinary ball.
He even disliked that the big bird was sharpening its claws, so he carried the fat cub back to the black owl's nest.
Emperor Mingxi pondered for a moment, then said, "Yu'er, go and take a look first. I'll wait for you here."
There are too many unpredictable things about his children, but it's not a bad thing after all.
The little fat boy followed Jiang Yuanxing in a daze. When they arrived at a place where a group of people were gathered, as soon as he showed up, the palace servants all made way for him.
He looked up and found the round ball among a pile of stones, which was flashing and glowing like a night pearl.
As the light flashed, the little fat boy's eyes blinked, and he fell asleep with his head tilted.
In the eyes of everyone, the prince suddenly fell down, and the ball slowly rolled into the prince's arms.
1002 felt his breath, but was not worried. He wanted to see what kind of evil he would do next.
The little fat cub stood in the endless gray sky, stepping again and again curiously.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized I wouldn't fall.
It feels like a dream?
The little fat boy realized this.
He was awake while dreaming while sleeping, so could he create many things in his dreams?
I thought that I could go to sleep after I was full, and I could eat delicious food while sleeping.
A suspicious glint of liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The little fat boy held his breath and tried to conjure up sugar-steamed pastry, cloud cake, crispy duck, three-cup chicken and crystal pig's trotter.
Unfortunately, there is not a single hair.
The disappointed cub hung his head and walked aimlessly.
It's a gray place without any color, and the little fat guy doesn't like it.
As I walked, many clouds appeared around me, and each one looked very much like a little fat baby.
They are all hanging in the sky, looking fat.
As he approached, the clouds seemed to have consciousness and slowly floated in front of him.
The little fat boy stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the clouds, but they hid shyly.
"Don't run."
The disappointed fat baby gathered his strength and tried to pull a cloud from the sky.
But as soon as he took a step, the clouds disappeared.
The stubborn little fat boy stood there and thought for a while, then suddenly jumped forward.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, and the scattered clouds suddenly glowed with colorful light, stretching out endlessly.
It gives this gray world a different kind of brilliance.
Countless images flashed through the little fat boy's eyes, and everything he had experienced since he was born echoed in his mind.
The emotions collected by the little fat boys gathered into little goldfish at this moment, wagging their tails and jumping into the arms of the little fat boy.
During the time when he was washed by good fortune, the little fat boy saw countless people kneeling on the ground and crying for help.
Those completely different voices now merged into one sentence: "Little Immortal!"
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