"Uncle Wang, just tell me whether you are satisfied with Xie Ruyi as your son-in-law?"
The little fat boy shook his head and pulled the confused Xie Ruyi in front of King Ping.
Pointing at her, he said to Prince An.
The little girl was fair and tender, with a blush on her face. She looked up at King Ping with great anticipation.
King Ping's brain was corrupted by the little candy jar. Hearing this, he spoke without thinking, "Who said this son-in-law is not good? This son-in-law is amazing."
As soon as he said it, King Ping immediately regretted it.
What is a son-in-law? Xie Ruyi is not a woman. After all, she is married into the family. What does this have to do with marrying?
He stared at his little nephew, a fair and tender baby.
His eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as that of his extraordinary and handsome father. Rounding it off, doesn't that mean Yan Jiyuan is giving in?
He was distracted for a moment and was confused by him.
The little fat boy took advantage of the situation and clapped his fat hands: "Then it's settled."
He winked at Yan Huajin again, very funny: "Brother, give me more gold when the time comes."
The little guy was so cute. When the wind blew on the wound on Yan Huajin's back, the pain spread.
But he seemed not to notice, and smiled innocently: "All for His Highness."
The emperor supported his chin with one hand and watched for a long time, seeing that the dust had settled.
He slowly stood up, his wide Taoist robe unable to conceal his slender figure: "Thank you, Ruyi, for not sleeping with me."
There are some things he doesn't care about, and neither does Xie Ruyi.
But King Ping cares.
It’s better to open it.
As the emperor was thinking this, he saw Xie Ruyi standing there, grinning foolishly and looking a little dazed.
Stupid, really stupid, but the true feelings are visible.
The emperor, who said one thing and meant another, tried hard to suppress his dislike for Xie Ruyi, but when he saw Yan Huajin also started to laugh foolishly, he could no longer bear it.
"Follow me."
His Majesty didn't care what the little fat boy thought, he just pulled up the fat radish and left.
"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, please let the fish go. I want to see the bridal chamber."
The little fellow kept moving, so His Majesty had to carry him on his shoulders. He kicked his legs and kept yelling.
"Noisy."
The emperor patted the little guy's butt, carried his son on his back and strode away.
I don’t know where he saw it, but a five-year-old kid already knows how to make a fuss in the bridal chamber.
Humph, Baoqing Palace, I need to speed up the renovation.
These stupid and idiotic people are going to lead his children astray.
Everyone in Prince Ping's mansion knelt on the ground, and the wind brought the words of His Majesty and the Prince.
Such a gloomy and ruthless emperor, in front of his own children, turned into an ordinary father.
It is true that I love my son as much as my life.
The little fat boy struggled for a long time, but his father's arms were like steel, holding him tightly.
He patted Emperor Mingxi's arm, tilted his head, and thought for a long time: "Father, why are your arms so stiff?"
"Hmm." The emperor really didn't want to pay attention to him, but if he ignored this chatterbox, he would keep talking.
"I'm asking you!" The little fat boy touched his thick black hair.
His Majesty didn't even blink: "Yes."
The chubby baby was discouraged and stopped talking to the emperor.
She buried her head in His Majesty's neck and rubbed it, then passed by a pastry shop and smelled the fragrance before opening her eyes to look.
He was quiet for a long time, and the emperor thought he was asleep.
A warm and soft touch came, and gradually a sense of wetness spread.
"Suck, suck." Hearing this sound, the emperor's relaxed brows frowned slightly, and he moved his arms to hold the little fat boy until he was level with him.
"Pop." The sound of mouth separating from skin.
"You, you think I'm food?" The emperor saw his son smacking his lips, and there was disbelief in his voice.
The greedy fat baby had nothing to chew, so he chewed his own hands, his eyes fixed on His Majesty's neck: "No, there are no fish."
He is acting coquettishly.
Acting like a spoiled child is to cover up the crime.
1002: "I don't believe you!"
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After a while, the emperor and the little fat boy sat on each side, with peach blossom cakes, water chestnut cakes, and Dingsheng cakes on the table.
The little fat boy cleared all the cakes on the table. He still had a piece of cake in his hand, chewing it slowly while saying to His Majesty: "I have worked hard today. I walked by myself and had to convince my uncle..."
His movements were reported to the emperor within half an hour, and the emperor knew everything.
He has even seen these things more than once.
But when the fat boy told the story to Emperor Mingxi, the emperor was very serious.
Praise from time to time, applaud from time to time, and give suggestions from time to time.
The two of them don't look like father and son, but more like friends and confidants.
It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the cold temperature could not rise. The warm sunlight passed through the pavilion and fell on the two of them, making them feel warm.
After the little fat boy had eaten and drunk his fill, he propped up his head and said to the emperor with sleepy eyes, "The cakes are so delicious, and it's so fun outside the palace. Can we go out and play every year from now on?"
He was already very sleepy and it was time for his nap.
After chattering so much, the child’s energy was almost exhausted.
But his eyes kept blinking, and he was reluctant to close them. He was waiting for an answer.
"Every year?" Maybe the little fat boy was sleepy, or maybe the emperor spoke too softly.
The little fat boy felt that these words seemed to be floating in the clouds and mist, as if he could no longer grasp them.
He frowned slightly, his tone somewhat unhappy: "Of course it's every year. Xiao Yuan took the longevity pill. Don't you want to be with Yu'er forever?"
"Why not? I'm your big fat boy."
"Am I not your only and most beloved baby?"
The emperor hesitated for only a moment before the overbearing fat baby began to question his father.
"I promise you, even if the mountains are gone and the sky and earth are united, I will never break up with you." This is what the fat baby once said.
When he said this, everyone around him laughed at him.
His Majesty is no exception.
Such a funny sentence was said by the emperor in an extremely tender way, with every word full of sincerity.
Illuminate the true heart.
The fat, sleepy baby suddenly stood up and twisted his body into the emperor's arms: "Pin, pinky promise. For a hundred years, no change!"
The fat hand and the big hand slowly touched.
"Unchanged." His voice was clear and contained his determination, his unwavering attitude, and flowed with his sincerity.
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