"No, there's no Cuju." The fat baby put down his hands that were constantly patting his belly.
The popping sound of the ripe watermelon stopped abruptly.
The empty palace returned to peace.
There was only a vague and soft rebuttal.
The little guy was angry and guilty, but considering that the person who spoke was Daban, the fish couldn't be angry with Daban.
The most important thing is that Otomo is thin and the fish are fat.
I can't hold the fish anymore.
Wu Zhonghe could recognize this voice even from a distance of 108,000 miles.
His expression changed immediately, and he smiled like a chrysanthemum. The palace lantern blossomed in his hand, and the candle wick swayed slightly: "My little prince, you didn't even call me a slave when you returned to the palace."
Looking at the dark and deserted Zichen Palace, he said in a shrill voice, "These dog slaves, they didn't even inform us when His Highness arrived."
The volume is extremely high.
"Otomo, you're weird." The little fat boy didn't do so many tasks in vain.
In the pitch-dark hall, he could clearly see the unnatural look on Wu Zhonghe's face.
Like a reminder of something.
"I just thought that Your Highness would not return to the palace today. Your Highness even talked to the Emperor for a long time. I misunderstood." Wu Zhonghe walked slowly over holding a palace lantern.
He wiped the little fat boy's face very naturally and apologized with a smile on his face.
Why would the little fat boy blame Daban?
She just tilted her face up to let him wipe it, her mouth not idle: "Nothing, nothing."
The baby with a blush on his face was so cute, even though Wu Zhonghe was just wiping his face to cover it up.
But at this moment, her eyes and brows softened as she washed him carefully.
He also wanted to change the little fat boy's clothes, but the fat baby kept refusing and asked him to rest for a while.
My father wasn't used to having other people around, and Otomo was used to always being around him.
How many hours should you stand in a day?
Wu Daban was stunned: "Your Highness, please don't force His Majesty to drink tea anymore."
The little fat boy blushed: "No more."
Ever since he was old enough to understand, he would let Wu Zhonghe rest. As for who would serve the emperor, the fat baby patted his chest and said: Yuer will serve!
He could serve tea, grind ink and serve, but the white and tender glutinous rice balls stumbled as they held the tea high in the air.
He kept saying, "Father, father, drink."
The emperor loved and cared for him, so after the little guy finished one cup, he brought him another. He could have refused, but he couldn't bear to let his child down.
He had no choice but to drink cup after cup. Emperor Mingxi had never suffered such hardship in his life.
Only after the emperor said that he was going to revise the memorial did he give up.
Just grinding the ink, you can see the fragrance of the ink, which is refreshing and pleasant.
The little fat boy took advantage of the emperor's inattention and picked up the inkstone and gulped down a sip.
When the emperor turned around, he saw him crying loudly with his black mouth open, and immediately thought that he had been poisoned.
When the imperial physician arrived, the little guy gurgled and spit out ink bubbles from his mouth.
Smelling the priceless scent of ink, the emperor was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
The second half of His Majesty's life was dull and ordinary, but suddenly a mischievous kid appeared.
He loves the little guy like a treasure. Even though the little guy gets into trouble every day, the emperor still praises him for doing a good job.
But from the perspective of others, Emperor Mingxi's life with his children was a chaotic one.
The emperor has such a pure and indifferent nature, but he is very indulgent towards his naughty and jumping children, and he enjoys it.
Judging from the time, the emperor should be well, so Wu Zhonghe bowed and retreated in small steps.
The little fat boy asked someone to bring a candle and carefully lit each candlestick.
Nine streets are connected by lanterns, and thousands of doors are illuminated by the moonlight. The silent palace suddenly becomes warm and gentle, and the deserted place is filled with life.
As the footsteps approached, the little fat boy, holding a candle, turned around and looked. Seeing the person coming, his eyebrows curved: "Xiao Yuan!"
Emperor Mingxi seemed to have just emerged from a hot spring, with steam still rising from his hair.
He was wearing his inner garments, standing outside the curtain, quietly watching his youngest son light the candles.
The flickering candlelight softened his sharp features.
"It's time to call Father."
The emperor had never corrected the little fat boy's address to him, but at this moment, he wanted to hear him call him father.
The fat baby loves him, even though he is naughty, his father's eyes are so gentle.
So that he can't refuse.
"Father~" For this father and son, this name is strange and distant.
But the little guy was too young and immature, and his voice was so babyish that it made people hear the sweetness in it.
"Don't act like a spoiled child." Emperor Mingxi frowned slightly, feeling extremely helpless.
"I didn't!" The scolded little fellow felt very aggrieved, his eyes were wide open and something could hang from his mouth.
He was spoiled by the emperor, and he felt extremely wronged by his father's casual words.
"My son is the crown prince, and he commands great power throughout the world. How can he control the officials if he behaves like this?" Emperor Mingxi felt distressed, and his hands subconsciously stretched forward, as if he wanted to hug the child.
But His Majesty withdrew his hand abruptly, and his tone was cold and hard, which was uncharacteristic of him.
The little fellow was in a bad mood, not talking or moving, but just staring straight at His Majesty.
Both father and son have the same stubborn temper.
But the one who loves more will always give in, and the one who is favored will feel fearless.
Emperor Mingxi relaxed his frown, walked slowly over, and half-knelt in front of his youngest son: "Dad shouldn't have done that."
The pouting chubby baby looked at it for a while, then subconsciously grinned, then forced it back down: "I'm hungry, Xiao Yuan, bring me some food."
He treats the emperor who looks down upon the world as a slave. He is the only one in the world who is guilty of treason.
Emperor Mingxi often annoyed him, but he never got tired of coaxing the children.
The rule of not talking while eating or sleeping was abandoned after the little fat boy was born.
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