The fish knew that this might be a delusion.
But if I don’t have any delusions, how can I get through this long night?
Xiao Yuan is innocent, he is the best emperor in the world.
Others kept saying that he was cruel, ruthless and cold-blooded.
But the fish saw his burning and warm heart.
Everyone says that fish will be a benevolent and wise king.
But who would have thought that as Xiao Yuan's biological son, Yu'er was raised by him, so he must have a kind heart.
Emperor Mingxi: I don’t have that kind of thing.
1002: Ha, this is really ridiculous.
Immersed in his own world, the fat baby, who was so sad, didn't know how many compliments he lavished on the emperor.
He used all the nice words he had worked so hard to learn to praise his father.
If I seize all possibilities and opportunities, can I bring my father back to my side?
The little fat boy thought a lot, but only a few breaths passed and the Queen Mother was still holding his face.
With an attitude of great cherishment.
The little fat boy's eyes were red and some tears oozed out. He said in a trembling voice: "Grandma, please be nicer to Xiao Yuan in the future."
The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh, so you can't blame anyone for the fish.
Is it possible to make the fish go back in time?
Yu'er promised to make her grandmother and Xiaoyuan happy.
It doesn't matter how deep their feelings are, as long as neither of them has any regrets.
The stars dragged their tails and moved away at a very low speed in the eyes of the little fat boy. At the moment it fell, the little fat boy seemed to see the stars twinkling.
The rock chips decomposed quickly, so quickly that the stars caused a wildfire.
The little fat boy saw this scene with eyes that did not belong to humans.
In the darkness, it seemed as if a creature that could not be looked at directly whispered in his ear: "See him—
Looking for him——
Until this world ends, until this world prospers—
Open the vermilion door—and you will receive everything you desire."
The Yongshou Palace was all white. Both women wore plain clothes, with their thick hair tied up with only a hairpin.
Everyone knows what this means.
In the sad yet beloved eyes, with pure and white colors, there are only three of them here.
It would make the little fat boy feel lonely.
But right here, in this palace filled with countless memories, he should have cried in front of his loved ones.
The little fat boy was so happy that he almost fell asleep while listening to the vague mumbling.
It felt like millions of ants were crawling on his body, countless bees were dancing in his heart, and swarms of butterflies were about to fly out of his ears.
Father didn’t lie to me!
What he said is true!
Yu'er can meet him again in a happier way.
The fat baby grumbled and buried his head in the Queen Mother's arms, one hand still tightly holding the Queen's hand.
"Hold her left and right."
He didn't tell anyone the good news, because the fish knew how painful it was to have hope and then despair.
Let the fish be a rat in the gutter for once. The fish selfishly fantasizes about this secret that does not belong to me alone.
My father will live, and the fish will bring him back here again.
When the time comes, I will make him drive away the bad guys and give them more than ten beatings with a stick.
"Will they be beaten to death with a dozen sticks? Some people are still quite good." Before he did anything, he whispered what he was thinking.
"It's better not to beat him with a stick, but Ying Cheng must die!"
The palace was so silent that the Queen Mother and the Empress heard everything he said clearly.
The two looked at each other and saw determination in their eyes.
When Emperor Mingxi passed away, as the mothers and wives of the emperor, they were at the center of politics.
But with the tacit understanding of the court officials, there was no seat for them in this chess game from the very beginning.
The Empress Dowager didn't think anything of it at first, but the grief of seeing her loved one die almost made her sick.
I don't have the energy to care about the affairs of the court anymore.
But the court officials should never, ever bully Yu'er like this!
The Queen Mother straightened her expression and lovingly held the little fat boy close.
Even if the sky falls, there will always be a roof over it. As the Empress Dowager, who is more qualified than her to cut off those people's hands?
"It has to be done quietly, and the means should be ruthless." The queen whispered to the little fat boy.
The little fat boy felt the change in their breath and scratched his fat hands, as if he felt something was wrong.
He simply held each head in his hands and whispered in the Queen Mother's and Empress' ears: "I know, next time Yu'er will tell Grandmother and Mother a secret."
Everyone said their own thing, but they all thought the other person was very good.
Feeling cheerful for a moment, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren began to chat about everything under the sun. The little fat boy looked at his grandmother and mother with bright eyes as they planned his future.
How long has it been since such a scene happened?
The little fat boy felt dizzy and couldn't speak.
It has been twelve months, a year in which my father has lived in fear.
The huge joy hit the little fat boy's heart, and it was not until he was reluctant to say goodbye that he remembered why he came here.
He gently pulled his grandmother's hand, and the Empress Dowager understood and lowered her head.
The two whispered to each other and laughed.
The little fat boy smiled excitedly, while the empress dowager smiled coldly.
Ever since the little fat boy told Ying Cheng about the rumor, he didn't hear any such rumors for three days.
Ying Cheng thought he had accomplished something great, and he walked with his body straighter.
When the fear dissipates, people's arrogance will become more and more intense. The people of Yingcheng seem to have forgotten the words that the fat boy said in front of the civil and military officials that he disliked Ying Ge Lao.
In the court meetings these days, either the emperor would submit a memorial to commend Ying Ge Lao for his achievements, or he would ask the fat boy to issue a self-criticism edict.
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