The guilty little fat boy immediately withdrew his hand without even raising his head.
He said, trying to hide the truth: "The little fox's head is dirty, let the fish touch it."
“Tick!” The eagle didn’t believe it, the cub just wanted to touch it!!!
The little fat boy, caught in the act, stood speechless and for a long while, he weakly replied, "If you want that, the fish can't do anything about it."
Mo Xiao was so angry that he kept flapping his wings, and the strong wind he created could almost blow people away.
Wu Zhonghe had a complicated expression on his face and held down the hem of his clothes that was blown up by the wind.
It’s bad enough that the young prince usually quarrels with the emperor, but I didn’t expect that he could also quarrel with a few ferocious beasts.
Look at the sound of those powerful wings flapping on the ground, I'm afraid it must be very angry.
The man and the beast looked at each other in silence, and the guilty fat baby was the first to give in.
Slowly rubbed against the black owl's wings and hid.
"Tick!" The eagle felt uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than if it could never fly again.
The little fat boy was stunned for a moment, touched the place where Mo Xiao was injured, and said distressedly: "I won't touch it next time."
The huge goshawk stood still, with a hint of pride in its eyes.
The little fat boy coaxed Mo Xiao, then sat aside and told Wu Zhonghe about the changes in several ferocious beasts.
For example, Feitu now has a much bigger appetite, Baizhui is a circle bigger than before, and Moxiao's feathers are becoming more and more shiny.
The two people and several animals were together, and the scene presented was surprisingly tender and warm.
Wu Zhonghe looked at the little fat boy. He was a little dazed from time to time, and his eyes always fell on the wings of Mo Xiao.
He didn't know what happened to the young master.
Come with excitement and leave with worry.
The little fat boy held Wu Zhonghe's hand, with a slight frown on his fair face.
A child's mood changes faster than the clouds in the sky. Wu Zhonghe knew that he shouldn't ask, but this was the little prince he had watched grow up.
He lowered his voice and asked, "Your Highness, why are you unhappy after going to the zoo?"
The fat baby raised his head and looked at his big friend with a little worry between his brows: "I thought of something."
This meant that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so Wu Zhonghe didn't ask any more questions.
The prince is very talented and is better than him no matter what.
If all else fails, there is still His Majesty. As a servant, he just needs to do his job well.
It is a great blessing for him to be able to come back and serve His Highness again.
Emperor Mingxi asked the little fat boy to rest for a few days. Although the little fat boy no longer thought about people's livelihood, he read books every day.
Wrote big characters.
Master He has such a well-behaved and lovely apprentice, and he is praised wherever he goes.
When the little fat boy was illiterate and could only copy others, Master He could still praise him without changing his expression.
Praise him for his interesting reading and writing.
Now that the little fat boy is studying well, Master He wants to praise him to the sky.
Look, Master He taught him to read Mencius and assigned him to write a few large characters.
Children have soft bones, so it is not suitable for them to write with a brush at such an early age.
But the fat baby insisted on using the brush in this way. Even the emperor couldn't persuade him, let alone Master He.
Master He prepared the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone for the little fat boy, and ground ink for him.
He pointed to the word he had written and said, "Your Highness, please try to be consistent with it."
Master He was best at cursive calligraphy, but when he taught the little fat boy, every word he wrote was in perfectly neat regular script.
The little fat boy was very smart. After watching for a few times, he learned it well.
Seeing that he was becoming more and more adept at it, his chubby face was full of seriousness.
Master He was watching from the side and felt very relieved.
But gradually, he began to frown because the little fat boy's movements were getting faster and faster.
Later, his hands were still moving, but his mind was no longer on the paper.
"That's all for today's lessons." He didn't say anything to make the little fat boy concentrate.
In Mr. He's opinion, the little guy has done too much.
Even if you get distracted, it's no big deal.
The little fat boy came back to his senses, blinked, and looked at the unclear clumps of ink on the paper.
"Master..."
The voice was filled with regret and guilt.
The little guy looked pitiful and cute, and Master He twirled his fingertips.
I really want to touch his plump cheeks.
But the difference between the ruler and his subjects is like a natural chasm.
"Your Highness, don't worry. Just rest well today and do whatever you want. I have some chores to attend to at home, so I'll be leaving the palace now."
The little fat boy nodded, feeling the love from Master He's emotions.
Love turns into strands of life, nourishing his growth.
After bidding farewell to Master He, the little fat boy asked someone to bring up the sweet potatoes.
But people in the palace said that His Majesty had already taken the grain seeds away.
Father should be trying to find a solution.
The little fat boy thought so and asked someone to send another batch of grain seeds from the farm.
When the Crown Prince gave the order, his subordinates moved quickly.
At the farm, Jiang Shuhui and Liu Sanquan squatted in the ridges of the fields, looking at the grain seeds piled up in the fields that had all rotted overnight.
The grain seeds that were originally planted will gradually turn black and rot.
But not long after that, the unplanted crops began to turn black.
Cut one open and see that even the inside is completely black.
Liu Sanquan had never encountered such a thing in his entire life working in the fields. He was recruited by the prince because he had been farming a lot.
The grain has only been in his hands for a few months, and not only has it not been grown, it has all gone bad.
This made him very worried. Even a precious person like the Queen Mother could grow corn.
How come an old man like him, who has been farming for decades, can’t do it?
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