The little fat boy looked at him and did not answer the emperor. He just opened his hands and stood on tiptoe.
He looked at his father expectantly and said in a baby voice.
"Hug the fish."
The tall emperor stood against the light, with the sunlight shining obliquely on him.
Shining brightly, awe-inspiring like a god.
Hearing this, he subconsciously stretched out his hands. The crimson-black robe unfolded with his movements, and the wide sleeves brushed across the little fat boy's face.
The fat baby's eyes became brighter.
But the slender and powerful arms stopped in the air and then retracted.
Emperor Mingxi turned his head away and didn't look at him.
His voice was calm: "He's five years old. I can't hold him anymore."
The starlight went out from the dark eyes, the chubby little boy's chubby cheeks moved slightly, and his rosy mouth shrank.
Who can resist such a heartbreaking little Fuwa?
Who can bear to see his eyes filled with tears?
The emperor couldn't do that, so he chose to escape.
He loved him so much, loved everything about him.
But the little fat boy was so perceptive that the emperor smelled something unusual from all those things.
What was that burning smell? He clearly didn't have any.
But Yuer can smell it.
The fire from the sky, the impatient temptation, and the sweet potato.
What is it exactly?
The emperor felt heavy-hearted, but was also worried that the burnt smell on his body would make Yu'er notice something.
I can only not hug him.
The little fat boy touched his chest, which was empty, and talked to himself.
"The fish is not fat, it is light."
"I still want my father to hold me even when I'm fifty."
He was clearly feeling so wronged, but he tried his best to comfort himself.
The palace maids and eunuchs around him watched helplessly as the fair and tender little prince had red eyes and a pouty mouth.
And there are hands that refuse to let go even when rejected by the emperor.
I felt so distressed. Doesn't His Majesty love the prince the most? How could he bear to reject him?
Everyone's heart was in turmoil, and they wanted to hug him and kiss him.
Most of the time, the little fat boy is unable to perceive the emperor's emotions.
Unless his mood swings are too great,
Listening to the sound of life span increasing in his ears, his eyes lit up again, as if stars were falling in his eyes.
His father felt sorry for him.
He felt heartbroken!
"Daddy, hold the fish. The fish knows why the competition is about. Hold me and I will tell you."
The little fat boy was negotiating the terms, but if the light in his eyes wasn't so bright, he would seem like the one who had the upper hand.
Emperor Mingxi thought he was just talking nonsense, but he had already rejected the child once, so how could he bear to reject him a second time?
So he rolled up his sleeves, squatted on the ground, and pursed his lips: "I smell like burnt food, you won't like it."
His eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly.
I dared not meet his child's eyes.
When he squatted down, the little fat boy was already nestled in his arms. His chubby face rested on Emperor Mingxi's shoulder, and he said softly, "Yu'er likes father."
What I mean is that I like you completely and I love you completely, so how could I dislike you?
Having said that, how could Emperor Mingxi refuse him?
Holding his heavy child in his arms, the emperor walked slowly.
The little fat cub buried himself in the crook of his neck and rubbed against him happily.
The easy-to-coax fat baby forgot that his father rejected him.
She spoke in a baby voice, "Last time we were in Yutu, we looked at the countries surrounding Japan. I just heard from my brother that the two countries involved in the competition happen to be the ones Japan fears the most."
"Did Father promise something to the warriors? Whoever wins will get the sword in Dazhao's hand?"
At the end of his words, he simply got up from Emperor Mingxi's neck.
With her long eyelashes drooping and her fingers counting, she happily told her father her guess.
No, it’s not a guess, because he said it with absolute certainty.
As for whether it was a knife or not, he didn't quite understand, but what was the difference between him who loved to mimic others and a little parrot?
He would imitate whatever Emperor Mingxi said.
"Father, you want to help me attack Japan, right? Great, that's great."
He raised his hands and cheered. If he was not in the emperor's arms at that moment, he might even shake his hips and sing a song.
He guessed what the emperor wanted to do in just a few words. There was no doubt in his tone, that's what he thought.
He also didn't think that His Majesty couldn't do it.
Because the emperor is the one that the little fat boy loves the most.
In the little fat boy's mind, the power of people in the world is determined by their ranking in love.
Therefore, 1002 is not wrong when he often says that he is the number one commander under the Fatty Immortal Venerable.
Compared to the later main system, the little fat guy still loves it a little more.
1002 If I were here and knew what the fat boy was thinking, I might be so happy that I would poke a hole in the sky.
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