The setting sun is smoky with trees, and the mountains are illuminated in the evening.
Emperor Mingxi stood against the light with his eyes lowered, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared the moment the little fat boy turned around.
Cold, ruthless, and oppressive.
He didn't know what he was thinking about, and the corners of his lips were flat.
This kind of cold and aloof emperor is what others have to face every day.
That is what others are familiar with.
Wu Zhonghe fell behind the emperor, lowering his head and looking submissive.
He heard the sound of cold armor colliding, and just as he was about to scold, he saw a guard holding a person under his armpit.
His heart skipped a beat and Wu Zhonghe's face turned pale.
Your Highness!
When I saw the newcomer again, the feeling of uneasiness in my heart reached its peak.
It was Wen Hui. Wen Hui was most afraid of the emperor. How could he barge in so disregarding his manners?
As for the Imperial Guards, they can only be dispatched by His Majesty.
The words that were about to come out of his mouth were choked on his lips.
"Your Majesty, where is my uncle?" Wenhe panted, his hands on his knees.
Obviously exhausted.
The emperor, who was looking down in deep thought, suddenly raised his eyes. In an instant, Wen Hui seemed to be standing in the midst of swords and sabers.
Thousands of arrows were fired at once, aiming to turn him into a sieve in an instant.
"Chase!"
His Majesty was furious, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.
He did not blame anyone. Any more words at this moment would waste time for Yuer to be rescued.
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the horse from the guard's hand, raised his hand, and the bow fell into his hand.
The horses' hooves flew, splashing up clouds of mud and sand.
Seeing the Holy Carriage, the merchants wandering around were so frightened by His Majesty's sudden outburst that they stood still.
Until that cry: "The Crown Prince is in trouble. I and all the kingdoms will fight to the death!"
The lingering sound lingers in the air, unending. (Originally referring to the beautiful sound of winter music still lingering in the air. "Unending" has a double meaning. Here I mean the situation is critical, the sound still echoing in the ears.)
The crowd exploded with a loud bang.
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"hill!"
The fat baby walked with his short legs, chasing the familiar figure.
He smelled sweet, and the fish seemed to have smelled it many times.
The little fat boy didn't have time to greet the retreating secret guards, and saw An Bingqiu leaving quickly.
He stopped hesitantly and looked around.
The toilet here is bigger than the one in the palace, how strange.
My father said that he demolished all places that were more magnificent and spacious than the palace.
Besides, why doesn't this look like a toilet?
He simply stopped.
After shouting out loud, An Bingqiu really stopped.
He stiffened and turned around tremblingly: "Your Highness, why did you come here?"
There was a big question mark in the little fat boy's eyes.
The son born to the feudal father still looks a bit like him.
The silly baby who lost part of his memory has no doubt about himself at all.
He's a super awesome, super smart, and non-self-defeating little chubby kid.
"You want me to come over! If you didn't want me to come over, you wouldn't be twisting and turning." The little fat boy pouted, looking very unhappy.
Adults are like this, their words and actions are different.
Unlike fish, when their mouth wants to eat, they steal it with their hands.
Tears covered An Bingqiu's face, winding down his cheeks: "I am sorry, Your Highness."
"Xiao Qiu, have you ever done anything wrong to me?" The fat baby really didn't feel threatened at all, and asked his question very naturally.
He pretends to be old despite having a young face.
Cute and silly.
"Hahahaha, aren't you a little immortal? You don't even know this. The palace maids and eunuchs you saved have chosen to betray you. What? A little immortal doesn't even have this little ability?"
A sharp voice let out a wild laugh, and a short and sturdy man walked out from behind An Bingqiu, looking at the fat boy with malice.
"Little, fatty, don't be afraid. I--" The voice of the main system became intermittent.
Invisible rules emerged and imprisoned them.
Robbery, this is robbery.
He should have died long ago, there will be more disasters in the future.
A person who defies fate.
"Fuck you, boss! How come there aren't any robbed hosts out there? Only you're trying to be special, defying fate and tying chicken feathers to bats?"
1002 is running wild and talking dirty.
"What are you standing there for? Go get him!" 1002 cursed as he looked at the main system that was standing still.
The main system raised its hand and transformed the energy into a cage, sealing 1002.
"I beep beep beep--" 1002's mechanical body turned red.
The main system knew that his curse was very unpleasant, but it had to do it.
The rules are not wrong, the little fat boy is indeed a person who defies fate.
He and the emperor.
The main system stopped its thoughts.
The program flashed a bright red light: Forbidden, forbidden, forbidden!
Intervention would only bring him more disaster.
Looking back at the four years since the little fat boy was born, how much suffering has he endured?
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