My father said that we must have the dignity of a monarch!
He, the little fat boy of Dazhao, the great emperor of the world, must be very majestic now.
The most important thing is that he is educated!
Xiao Yuan could no longer attack Yu'er for being uncultured.
The satisfied fat baby said goodbye to everyone, chatted with the queen for a while, and then returned to the Purple Palace.
As soon as he entered the palace, he saw Emperor Mingxi working at his desk reviewing memorials.
The little fat boy took a few steps back and looked up at the sky. Huh?
"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, why are you reviewing memorials now?" The fat baby said as he twisted his butt and went to his father.
The fat hands kept squeezing the emperor.
"Where is the rule that I cannot make revisions at this time?" The emperor said calmly without even raising his head.
The fat little boy forcefully pushed his father aside and sat down on the dragon throne.
He was running around outside, his body like a warm stove.
It was so hot that the scorching temperature was about to pass through the cloth and reach Your Majesty.
His body still smelled of dirt and was sticky.
Emperor Mingxi raised his hand and pressed his approaching face against his.
"Stop."
The fat baby jumped off the dragon throne in disbelief and loudly accused: "You actually despise Yu'er? Do you know who Yu'er does this for? Do you know what Yu'er has done for this family?"
The little fellow chattered incessantly, but Your Majesty turned a deaf ear.
Only when the boiling kettle died down did the emperor put down his red brush, propped up his chin with one hand, and glanced at the fat boy sideways: "Where did you learn that again? I don't want to hear it."
"Xiao Yuan doesn't love me, but I do!" the fat baby replied angrily.
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