The little fat boy got up very early today. He opened the window and saw that the morning mist lingering in the air had not yet dissipated.
The sun was also hidden in the clouds, and its figure could not be seen.
The fat baby did not ring the bell. He wrapped himself in a quilt and slowly moved to the front of the emperor's spirit.
The white candles never stopped burning, and the smell of gunpowder almost filled the entire Zichen Palace.
If it wasn't night time, the little fat boy would always order people to open the temple doors to let the moon shine in.
The smell of smoke was so bad that it was hard to open your eyes.
The book says that spirits cannot be seen by the sun.
So during the day, he would surround the coffin with screens.
He didn't want anyone to help him, but had to drag the heavy screen by himself, panting and covered in dust.
1002 I don’t talk most of the time because talking also requires energy.
He is really too weak.
He snatched the last bit of flesh and blood from nothingness, used his power to create the body of God, and took care of the good boy, making an ice coffin for him to place the body of God and make it an eternally decaying coffin.
It is unknown how much energy is consumed in this process. If it were not for the world's instinctive feedback, 1002 would have been exhausted.
Such a high status is not something 1002 can bear.
1002 watched quietly. The data contained all human knowledge, so he naturally knew why the fat boy did this.
However, he didn't want to think about it, because some things would make him sad after he lost his physical body.
The reason for doing it personally is that Fat Baby learned from the book that if children do not fulfill their filial duties personally, their parents' souls will not rest in peace.
The reason why I want the moon to shine is because the book mentioned that if the soul absorbs more moonlight, it will nourish the soul body.
The golden Buddha that he had pushed down himself, the Taoist books that he had looted, and the things that the little fat boy had hated so much.
He now believes it too.
1002 I often hear my dear son muttering to himself: "Buddha, Buddha, please forgive my little boy's sins and let my father sleep well."
"Tianzun Daozu, my father is extremely pious. Can you let him become a god?"
Sometimes while he was talking, he would sob and cry.
He knew it was useless, but doing it was better than doing nothing.
So after being sad for a while, he would finish reviewing the memorials and then personally wipe the Buddha statue with a rag.
1002 really wants to tell him, dear boy, your father is the main system. Do you know what the main system is?
Ha, the source of the universe, the original creation, the god of all.
But he didn't want to disturb a child's most sincere blessing and purest love, and 1002 would not burst his delusion.
Good boy, good boy, it’s just like calling you that.
You are so well-behaved and cute, but you don’t understand what happened. You don’t know why Gray Trace is chasing you, and you don’t know why two different species became one.
In your heart, none of these are important, only your father is the most important.
1002 chanted for a moment, then suddenly burst into a burst of data: "You have such a wonderful baby, why don't you cherish it? I envy you to death."
One person was crying silently, while the others were spewing out data.
This went on for a while. 1002 wiped away her tears and muttered to herself, "Don't be envious, Tong. He has it too. Even though he's always second best."
The little fat boy was dragging the screen again, and it was obvious that he was struggling.
A light blush appeared on her fair face, and the hair on her forehead was slightly wet with sweat.
When everything was ready, the little fat boy bowed solemnly to the coffin and said, "Father, Yu'er is gone. Today is the day for the burial in the cenotaph. I am the only one who can enter your private vault."
He muttered and talked a lot to the emperor lying in the ice coffin before leaving reluctantly.
At this time, an hour had passed, the sun was bright and the wind was gentle.
Amidst everyone's respectful invitation, the little fat boy entered the emperor's private treasury and selected burial items for him.
During the long journey, the fat baby's imagination runs wild. What's in his father's private library?
Dazzling gold, shining heirloom gems, warm and lustrous pearls, and clear and translucent jadeite.
Well, the little fat boy’s preferences are fully displayed.
First, it must be valuable, and second, it must stand out big.
He thought and thought, and finally, he hesitated and asked Wu Zhonghe, "Big Companion, is there anything about fish in my father's private library? I want to give him some fish to keep him company."
Wu Zhonghe remained silent and did not answer him in the end.
Fortunately, the little fat boy did not waste his time on internal affairs. Since his big friend did not say anything, he did not continue to ask.
Fat Baby thought, there must be one, after all, he is Xiao Yuan’s only son, underlined, an only child!
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However, when he stood in the huge warehouse, he was stunned. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see, and couldn't hear.
I just felt waves of pain.
The soft morning light shines through the window lattice and gently falls on the little fat boy's face, even the delicate features on his face are clearly visible.
This is the gift given to him by the warm sun.
But the little fat boy felt cold, squatted down trembling, and hugged himself tightly.
At first glance, there is no gold, gems, or jade.
There are only some precious little gadgets hidden away.
The past came back to him again and he looked at those things.
The little fat boy was hit on the head by an icicle. Everyone around him was worried about his injury, but he looked at Feihong, turned around, took a bottle, filled it with snowflakes and put some green leaves in it, and ran happily to find his father.
The three-year-old prince walked up the jade steps with great effort, ignoring the court officials below, with only eyes for the arrogant emperor.
"Father, Father, I see the abundant harvest and the flying rainbow!"
He spoke incoherently and crookedly, and his mouth was leaking.
Others didn't understand, but the emperor did. So he took the cold porcelain bottle and looked at the bottom of the bottle like a young child.
The snow melted under the protection of the little fat boy, but the emperor just blinked and accepted it solemnly.
He could not see the rainbow, nor the harvest, but only saw the sincere heart of the little fat boy.
The sincerity was so hot and the true feelings were so moving that even the most ruthless emperor had tears in his eyes.
It was not until this moment, from the perspective of an outsider, that the little fat boy saw that his father's eyelashes were filled with tears.
There are countless things like this. Who can blame the little fat boy for being so active? He can even throw leaves back and forth a hundred times.
The one I picked today is a gift!
The one I picked tomorrow is a gift!
Ah, this one is different, give it to me!
He also gave away lotus seeds, lotus flowers, and even mud.
He also gave away small stones from the roadside.
He also wanted to present his first written character and a drawing of a little turtle to the emperor.
This is not just the little fat boy being perfunctory, but in the eyes of the silly fat baby, this is the most precious thing he can have.
Why?
Because he could see that the emperor was tired of the world.
Therefore, the fish gives all the good things and everything that the fish likes to its father!
Yuer wants him to know, Xiaoyuan, I love you~
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