A loud thunder.
Emperor Mingxi stood at the entrance of the palace, raised his head slightly, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes, illuminated by the dark sky, added a hint of loneliness for no reason.
"Where's Yu'er?"
He muttered to himself, asking no one.
Wu Zhonghe followed behind him, standing on tiptoe and looking forward to it.
Why hasn’t Your Highness come back yet? Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time.
Alas, he looks like an elderly widower.
His Majesty is not in a good mood at the moment.
When the child grew up, he no longer clung to his father.
The caged bird longs for its old forest, and the fish in the pond misses its old home.
I only wish my son were like this.
"Your Majesty." It was cold at the end of the year, and the dew was heavy. Wu Zhonghe held up his cloak and bowed to greet him.
The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, without turning his head: "No need."
Wu Zhonghe had no choice but to hand the cloak to others.
He looked up and saw occasional flashes of lightning illuminating the sky.
I saw dark clouds rolling, lightning snakes moving, and heavy rain falling from the sky, carrying the fragrance of soil and leaves, crackling down.
There were bursts of muffled thunder and the rain fell like pearls.
The sound of raindrops hits the old trees and drips on the eaves.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late, and the rain is pouring down. Your Highness hasn't returned home for a long time. I'm very worried. Your Majesty, why don't you send someone to check on the Crown Prince? The little prince is young, and perhaps he has new friends and is having so much fun that he might have forgotten. I was the same when I was a child. This—"
Wu Zhonghe stood aside with his head bowed, and spoke in a flattering manner.
A hint of emotion flashed across his indifferent eyes. The emperor tilted his head and glanced at Wu Zhonghe: "You are getting bolder and bolder."
Wu Zhonghe quickly smiled apologetically, nodding and bowing: "What's this of mine? I'm just thinking about His Highness."
"No, let him be." The emperor's expression was a little gloomy. He lowered his eyes and turned to walk into the hall.
Forcing children to stay with you will only bring resentment.
No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless the emperor is, he only wants to be a kind father to the little fat boy.
His Majesty walked slowly, as if he was waiting for something.
The distance that usually only took a few steps felt like he had traveled thousands of miles.
After taking two steps, the unparalleled handsome emperor turned his head, but there were still bursts of thunder outside the palace.
There was no lively, round figure.
The emperor shook his head slightly, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.
What exactly are you longing for?
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked quickly into the hall.
"hiss!"
"Tianniang!"
“Stop!”
The palace servants cried out in surprise and didn't even care about the emperor in the palace.
The scene before my eyes was truly too shocking.
"What are you arguing about?" Wu Zhonghe cursed inwardly. Now that these girls have the favor of His Highness, they have become bolder.
I don't take Your Majesty seriously.
He walked quickly out of the hall and was about to curse, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the lights of thousands of houses.
“Oh my God!”
The Imperial Household Chief, the most popular person in front of His Majesty, the knowledgeable Eunuch Wu opened his mouth wide.
He didn't even notice that the jade whisk in his hand had fallen to the ground.
How is this done?
Without time to think, Wu Zhonghe ran as fast as a newborn baby, crawling and rolling into the palace, shouting as he ran: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, come and see!"
The sound is so sharp that even a rooster with its neck pinched would feel ashamed.
The emperor sat on the dragon throne, holding a red brush, with a dazed look on his face.
He didn't even notice the bright red cinnabar dripping from the tip of the pen onto the memorial.
When a noise came from outside the palace, the emperor immediately stood up and asked impatiently, "Crown Prince Danggui?"
Wu Zhonghe was breathing heavily, his face full of joy: "Danggui Danggui!! Your Majesty, please go out and take a look."
The emperor started walking, but as if realizing he was a little anxious, he deliberately slowed down his pace.
But the joy in his eyes could not be suppressed no matter what.
It's like a high and mighty immortal stepping into this world.
He strode forward, and before he even reached the outside of the hall, he saw the most unforgettable scenery of his life.
The sun rises in the east and the rain falls in the west. It seems ruthless but also affectionate.
Thousands of lights rise into the sky, as bright as the sunrise.
The sound of rain and thunder still roared everywhere.
But under the sky of Xuanzheng Hall, there was no wind or rain.
Only the warm yellow lights rose into the sky, illuminating the lanterns of different colors.
Extremely gorgeous.
The lanterns moved without wind, gradually converging into one sentence: "Fatty loves his father."
His Majesty cannot see other people's expressions at this time.
He could not see that this wonderful sight caused everyone in the palace to look up at the sky in envy.
His eyes gradually became moist, and the emperor felt mixed emotions.
He was delighted that his child cared about him, but also felt sad that this drama would cost him so much of his life.
He wanted to stop the child from wasting, but looking at the fat kid formed by the lanterns in the sky, he loved his father.
But it was dizzying.
I just can't bring myself to say it.
The emperor suddenly thought of the photo beads that the fat boy had sold. It would be great if he had them.
Even a ruthless emperor would not want such a beautiful moment to disappear.
"Look! There are words on the lanterns."
Cries of surprise were heard one after another, and the emperor could not help but take a few steps forward, stretching out his hand to catch the scattered notes.
"I, Xu Lin, respectfully wish Your Majesty a long and healthy life."
"Your Majesty, I thank you and wish you eternal youth!"
"I, Liu Sanquan, respectfully wish Your Majesty good luck and happiness."
"Your Majesty, your servant Pei Hangqing, respectfully wishes you all the best and a long-lasting rule for the Crown Prince."
Each one, each line, was written by a different person.
Look at the flying papers, no less than tens of thousands of them, if they were written by someone else.
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