Wu Zhonghe looked at His Majesty, his voice trembling slightly, and threw the people he was dragging aside without mercy.
The other hand that was pressing on the hilt of the knife was trembling slightly.
This arrogant and iron-blooded emperor was afraid.
His pale lips were pressed into a straight line. After the emperor asked, the little fat boy shrank back and dared not speak.
"Come here." The voice was the same as before.
If you savor it carefully, you can still feel the warm feeling flowing.
The chubby kid, who had just been blinking his eyes as if stars were falling, now wrinkled his face and moved slowly over there.
While walking, he was pulling Wu Zhonghe's sleeve.
Wu Zhonghe loved him and cared about him, but this time he ruthlessly pulled back his sleeves.
Your Highness should learn a lesson this time.
The helpless and fearless little fat cub was abandoned by his big companion, and he looked at others with his clear and innocent eyes.
Everyone else avoided them one by one.
The little fat boy hasn't been beaten for a long time.
He touched his butt, thinking about what excuse he could use to speak well of himself.
Fish are my father's treasures, and he is reluctant to catch them.
But the little fat boy's heart was beating fast when he saw the dark look in his father's eyes.
The fish are scared.
The little fat kid who was good at acting coquettishly, silly and pitiful pouted, pinched his fat hand to stop the tears from coming out.
Try to get your father to take pity on you and not beat you.
Father certainly doesn’t know how to fish.
Before the tears came out, the little fat boy felt himself flying into the air, and then a burning pain came from the buttocks he had been protecting.
?
The little fat boy looked at his father's expressionless face, then looked at his big hand that was about to fall on his butt again, opened his mouth and howled.
“Wooooaaaaaaaa——”
It was no use for him to cry, as the emperor didn't even frown as he slapped him again.
The little fat boy, who was in even greater pain, cried even louder. Wu Zhonghe, who had originally decided not to try to persuade him, became anxious.
Your Highness is still young, what will happen if his voice is damaged by crying?
Just as he was about to try his best to persuade him, he saw His Majesty grabbing the little prince's mouth with ease.
Keep fighting, don't hold back.
The little fat boy felt pain and shame, and couldn't cry, his face flushed red.
The emperor's clothes were stained with blood. He held the little fat boy with one hand. Looking at his son crying so sadly, he did not feel distressed, but felt even angrier.
He said he was going to change clothes (go to the bathroom), but he ran after someone.
It’s a shame for him as a father to always think about his son and hold him in his mouth for fear that the child will melt.
He wanted to create a peaceful world for him, but his foolish son was the one who was heading into crisis.
He clearly knew something was wrong and knew to leave some golden beads on the ground to lead the way, but he didn't think of calling the secret guards!
Looking at his happy little face, the emperor knew that he wanted praise.
As a father, he wanted to cherish and love his child, but his heart trembled when he heard this.
Even though he knew that there were two inhuman beings around his child, as a father, how could he not be afraid?
He was scared to death.
That was his child whom he loved far more than his own, and even if he had just a little scratch, the emperor would be worried.
What’s more, we are in deep danger now?
Who knew that the little fool knew that the visitor had no good intentions, but still followed him happily.
How could Emperor Mingxi not be angry?
The emperor was so angry that he hit the brat a few more times before letting him go.
The little fat boy, who thought he was being praised for his intelligence, felt very aggrieved.
After being released by his father, he rubbed his butt with one hand and cried with his mouth open.
Tears fell down.
His fair and tender little face was red and covered with tears.
He opened his mouth as wide as possible and cried loudly.
So pitiful.
The emperor didn't even look at him. Although he was extremely distressed, he forced himself to harden his heart.
"You have neglected your duties, all of you -" The cold-blooded and ruthless feudal father opened his mouth to ask for someone's life.
The little fat kid who was still feeling aggrieved suddenly stopped crying, stopped covering his butt, and wiped his tears with his two fat hands that looked like pig's trotters.
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, it jumped into the emperor's arms.
God have mercy on him, if the emperor hadn’t taken him there, he would never have been able to get up.
The little fat boy, who thought he was gifted, immediately covered His Majesty's mouth with his hands. Tears were still lingering in his eyes as he hurriedly said, "It's all the fish's fault. Shame on you, fish! Tell them to leave."
I cried for so long that my voice became hoarse and still had a tearful tone.
The emperor's eyes were red. He held him in one hand and pinched the back of his neck with the other: "Yu'er is always so kind and considerate of others. Why can't you take care of your father? Do you know how worried your father is?"
The emperor shed tears, and although they did not flow out, his grief was evident.
The little fat boy didn't know that his sudden impulse would make his father so uncomfortable.
He was heartbroken, and because he had been crying for so long, he couldn't speak. He could only sob, and the occasional words that came out were still in a baby voice. "Little fairy, the fish is a little fairy. I want to see, but I can't see."
Talking incoherently and incoherently.
If you can't speak, you can only use gestures.
"How could Your Highness be wrong? It's me who is wrong." The emperor turned his head away, not looking at the little fat boy, and his voice was extremely cold.
The little fat boy felt even worse.
He stopped talking and just sobbed.
It seemed like I knew why my father was angry, just like when my father was sick and didn't tell Yu'er.
So angry that I'm about to explode.
At that time, he waited for his father to pick him up every day.
Even though I know I am waiting for someone who may never come, I still hold on to hope.
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