The happy little peach was about to cry, and he stubbornly pursed the corners of his lips into a straight line.
A pair of eyes as bright as stars stared straight at the emperor, and she was clearly looking up at the emperor.
This is a weak position and a dependent one.
The little fat boy even put his hands on the emperor's waist, holding it tightly.
However, the emperor felt a burning sensation from such a look, and he didn't even dare to look back or meet her gaze.
What a ridiculous scene! The gloomy and cruel emperor, the cold and godly Emperor Mingxi, was actually at a loss what to do under the gaze of a young child.
He was so panicked that he wanted to run away from Ziyu Pavilion.
My legs couldn't move under those tearful eyes, as if they were filled with lead.
The invincible emperor could easily break free from the child's tender hands and suddenly go crazy and out of control, just like he did in the past.
This might help him avoid questioning from his youngest son.
"Where does the smell of blood come from? The imperial palace is the residence of the emperor, the neatest and cleanest place in the world." The tall emperor was like a stone statue, with his young son clinging to him, not daring to move.
Some ambiguous words came out of his lips.
The little fat boy didn't say a word, just stared, his eyes seemed to want to look into other people's hearts.
The emperor was somewhat at a loss and could only hesitantly call out to Wu Zhonghe: "Wu Ban, do you smell blood?"
The Imperial Household Steward, who even slowed down his breathing, had a mournful look on his face. Taking advantage of the fact that the young prince didn't notice him at all, he quickly changed his expression and said, "I haven't heard anything either."
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, a gentleman has things he should do and things he should not do.
Don't drag me into what you did. What shall I do if Your Highness offends me in the future?
From the rain pavilion, it seemed as if the only sound I could hear was the pounding heartbeat.
The fat baby stretched out his hand, as if with tremendous strength, and pressed the emperor to sit on the couch.
Even now, he still held the emperor tightly, his plump cheeks rubbing against the emperor's neck: "Father, don't lie to me, and don't hide it from Yu'er. Yu'er is really pitiful, the most pitiful."
He's mastered the art of acting pitiful. Ever since he was born, whenever he started crying, people like Tong would rush in, offering everything just to beg him to stop. (His voice was so loud that his elder brother and Tong were helpless.)
The emperor's cool fingertips gently scraped his face, his movements gentle and affectionate. "No, really. I just want you to be safe and healthy." His force was incredibly light. No one spoke for a long moment before the emperor added softly, "I'll go through fire and water without hesitation."
The little guy snuggled in the emperor's arms, sobbing softly, in a scene that the emperor had never seen.
His eyes were fixed on the emperor's heart. Smelling the strong smell of blood, there was an indelible sadness in the little fat boy's eyes.
The system gave him near-godlike abilities at the moment when the emperor was completely off guard.
With a rustling sound, the emperor's outer garment was torn open.
Holding the thick and dense dragon robe in his hand, the thickness was obviously different from that of this season.
Looking at the small holes that the emperor had sunk into, the little fat boy was on the verge of collapse without even having to uncover the next layer.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, falling onto the couch one by one, forming dark flowers.
"What is this? Dad, tell me, what is this? Cough cough." The excessive emotional fluctuations made him breathe rapidly and speak incoherently.
Emperor Mingxi didn't even bother to hide his feelings and wanted to stroke his back.
The little fat boy crawled in at a very fast speed. His coughing was the only sound in the hall, and his face turned red with choking.
The youngest son's silent refusal made the emperor bow his head, his movements frozen in mid-air.
I don’t know if it was the cold or the heat, but drops of water appeared on the emperor’s face, as if he was drowning.
The concept of time seemed to disappear here, and all the palace ladies in the hall seemed to be dead.
Quiet, quieter than anything else!
Emperor Mingxi stood there stupidly like a child who had done something wrong.
The little fat boy couldn't bear it anymore and cried so hard that he couldn't breathe. He took out the red jade from his arms.
His keen perception made him understand everything.
Why does holding a red jade bring coolness?
Because his father got some kind of magic from nowhere, he would dig out the flesh of his heart every seven days and add it to his heart blood to make a red jade for him.
He was once ignorant and even asked for red jade for others.
He wanted the red jade formed from his father's flesh and blood!
Oh my God, please kill me and let the fish die.
Life is so painful.
Is this the parasite Ding Ding was talking about? Let me die!
The little fat boy was extremely devastated. He sought the welfare of the people, but he stepped on the flesh and blood of his loved ones.
He is unworthy of being a living being.
In despair, he trembled as he lifted up the red jade and was about to smash it to the ground.
But the wooden emperor said in a mournful voice, his knees slightly bent: "I beg you, son, don't smash it..."
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