Who can empathize with the unspeakable joy at this moment?
When giving for love, who would really think about the return?
His Majesty never thinks about it.
When he is alone, everything he does is out of responsibility and for his own benefit.
After he had a weak spot, the emperor thought of him in everything.
Mingxi never thought about how the little fat boy would repay him, and the emperor felt that his love was so insignificant.
But someone saw it.
Keep it in mind.
I still remember that when the little fool couldn't speak clearly, he would go around picking flowers and grass.
Holding up her tender arms, she ran towards him, one step deep and one step shallow.
"Father, this, that." He said as he took out things.
The flowers are withered and the grass has turned to sour.
His Majesty still clearly remembered the extremely confused expression on his face.
The little fool at that time didn’t know that flowers and plants would shrivel if kept in pockets for too long.
He just pouted, glared, and threw the flowers away.
She kicked her legs and tried to drag His Majesty to the Imperial Garden, while her grandmother shouted, "Fa Fa, Fa Fa."
It made others laugh and cry.
With such a jar of honey by his side, His Majesty will never feel cold.
The emperor used to think that he was the master of the world and that he was the one who took the rare treasure for the prince.
He was looking for a panacea for the prince.
But the more he guessed and saw, the more he felt guilty and fearful.
People are greedy. The emperor had no worries in the first half of his life, but in the second half he developed a desire for immortality.
He wanted to live longer and lay the foundation for his children.
So that he can go further and more steadily.
Yuer has a great background.
Buddha said that one flower is a world and one leaf is a Bodhi.
Three thousand great worlds and endless small worlds.
Dazhao is just a small world among the countless others.
He suffered so much before he became his child.
Maybe he asked for it.
Yu'er's life was so difficult, so the emperor did his best to collect more life for him.
Even if he was asked to exchange his life for another's, the emperor would be willing to do so.
But what happened today threw all his thoughts out of his mind.
Tears fell drop by drop.
Gathered at the lower jaw.
The emperor, who looked like a banished immortal, did not hide from people this time.
The emperor shed tears.
It stirs up huge waves in the hearts of those who watch it.
Until the little prince holding the big bowl said: "Xiao Yuan, you are crying..."
This made everyone in the Xuan Zheng Palace bow their heads in panic.
The emperor did not answer the little fat boy, he just kept looking at his child.
Then his eyes turned red.
The fat baby stuffed the bowl he was holding into Otoko's arms, clapped his hands, and ran anxiously to the emperor.
He used all his strength and started to crawl by holding on to the dragon robe.
How can a fat baby weighing dozens of kilograms climb up without help from others?
In the past, the emperor would bend down and hug him.
Today, the emperor was stunned, and others did not dare to touch the emperor.
The fat baby had no choice but to circle around His Majesty: "Is it because the fish is called Xiao Yuan? I'm sorry, the fish is wrong. Don't cry, or you can hit the fish?"
The little guy was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and stuck out his butt to let the emperor spank him.
The sun really rises from the west.
"No, Dad is just, just too intoxicated." The emperor came back to his senses, bent down and hugged the little fat boy in his arms.
His eyes were red, and he gently placed a kiss on the little fat man's forehead: "I only hope that my child will be foolish and naive, and live a long life without disasters and troubles."
The faint gaze seemed to ignite a fire.
The emperor's expression was extremely firm, and contained a sharp determination that could not be looked directly at.
"Huh! Xiao Yuan, you should have told me earlier. The fish were scared to death. Come on, eat this bowl of noodles. Eat it and you will become a god~"
The little fat boy breathed a sigh of relief, took the big bowl from his big friend and handed it to his father.
Perhaps it was the child's keen intuition that the little fat boy felt the emperor's obsession.
His tone was mature, yet his voice was childish.
It's cute and funny, but no one wants to laugh.
Who would find it ridiculous that a child shows the most sincere love to his father?
If someone treated them like this, they would be willing to die on the spot.
The actions of the gods are truly amazing.
Emperor Mingxi looked down along with his gaze and was a little surprised to see the longevity noodles with clear soup and distinct noodles.
It's not a lump.
The little fat boy was still bragging: "Yu'er is a genius, Ding Ding said so too. Thank you. He also said that Yu'er can go to Grandma Hai to participate in the noodle-making competition."
"My son did it?" The emperor was extremely surprised.
The little fat boy nodded seriously: "Of course it's the fish! The first and second kings are boiling water for me."
Emperor Mingxi knew who he was talking about without hesitation.
But at such a beautiful moment, there shouldn't be anyone else around.
The emperor raised his hand slightly, and the people in the hall retreated in an orderly manner.
He held the bowl in one hand and held the little fat boy in the other.
Such a ridiculous scene made the emperor lose the momentum of ascending the throne.
"I, I don't know." The emperor drank the entire bowl of noodles without leaving even a drop of soup.
Under the expectant gaze of the child, Emperor Mingxi spoke of his thoughts somewhat awkwardly.
He was a genius. He could compose poetry at the age of six, practice martial arts at the age of seven, and debate Confucianism at the age of eight.
He never put down his books throughout his life and was well-read.
But at this moment, he was speechless.
As the crown prince, isn’t it ridiculous and absurd that he has never held a birthday party?
But it is indeed true.
The crown prince was treated as humble as a blade of grass with the emperor's tacit approval.
Today, the little fat boy organized such a grand birthday for him, but the emperor couldn't say anything nice.
The feelings are deep, the words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can't say them out.
I just feel like it's futile to say anything.
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