A year later, the little fat boy felt the helplessness of seeing people cry again.
He frantically pulled Oban to his side and used a handkerchief to wipe his tears.
While wiping, I wondered if it was because the fish cried too much in the past that everyone started to cry.
Buddha said that cause and effect are cyclical. All the tears shed by the fish and the causes planted over the years are now borne by the fish.
"My dear friend, I just want you to be well. If you fell or the waiter got sick, how much pain would I feel?"
"The little emperor's heart is no different from anyone else's; it aches and aches."
When facing those close to him, the little chubby boy showed a childishness that was befitting his age. Perhaps he also knew that this kind of innocence was what Otomo wanted to see.
Compared to the little emperor, the cute little fat baby can make the big companion feel more at ease.
He really has a pure heart.
I can always find my own way out in any difficult situation.
Seeing him like this, Wu Zhonghe quickly wiped away his tears and smiled like a chrysanthemum, saying, "I will take Prince An to the side hall."
He ignored the fat boy's words, as if he had never heard of those words about enjoying his retirement.
The little fat boy watched him walk out. During this time, Wu Zhonghe looked back every three steps, reluctant to leave the little fat boy.
The fat baby thought, maybe it’s because I rarely look like this.
He recalled that when he dined with his grandmother and mother, they did not eat as big mouthfuls as before.
From the beginning, he clumsily imitated the emperor, but later he developed a calm demeanor.
He thought, maybe, in the court, I should be like an emperor.
But among my relatives, I should be like a little fat boy.
In a trance, the little fat boy heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, which seemed to convey approval and joy to someone.
So he took a few steps forward and bathed his entire body in the rosy glow.
Certain constraints and self-trapped situations were broken, and he seemed to have found his own path.
When Prince An came in, he bowed and saluted upon seeing the young prince: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you. Long live your Highness."
The little fat boy raised his hand slightly and said softly, "Uncle Wang, there's no need to be so polite."
He ordered someone to give him a seat, and Prince An sat down politely.
"Why did Uncle Wang come to look for me at this time?"
After hearing what he said, Prince An raised his eyes and looked at him cautiously.
He couldn't help but be shocked by the changes in his nephew. The nephew who was once chubby, round and fair-skinned was now seven years old and had grown into a being that people dared not look directly at.
The rosy glow fell into his quiet black eyes, sparkling with clear, brilliant and crystal light.
It's like a rare gem in the world.
There was a sense of alienation about him, as if he were the former emperor and would not really care about anything in the world.
The young emperor seemed to have cried, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes. He was so small.
But she always stands on a high place, looking down at people, with her long eyelashes drooping, revealing a pure sadness.
Prince An couldn't help but lower his head, trying to see the shadow of the royal father and son in himself.
They are related by blood and are close brothers. How come he, the King of Peace, doesn't have any advantage in appearance?
All the good things in the world were given to this father and son. The late emperor was good-looking, and the Empress Dowager was also a rare beauty when she was young.
But she gave birth to Yan Jiyuan, who was not like an ordinary person.
Yan Jiyuan is even more amazing, his child is a god!
Prince An did not want to think any further. Comparing oneself to others is the thief of anger. He returned to the point: "Your Highness, I also want to follow Hua Jin and the others to Ryukyu."
The little fat boy paused for a moment, looked at him and smiled slightly: "Uncle Wang is not suitable to go."
The young emperor said something that could not be questioned.
Prince An couldn't help but look at him again, sighing deeply, how come these father and son are so alike!
Return his lovely little nephew.
Seeing that Prince An seemed to be struck, the little fat boy walked over to him and slightly subdued his arrogance: "This is just the first time that my brother and the others have built a ship. I don't know how it will go."
This is the explanation given to King An.
Prince An left many vivid traces in the little fat boy's memory, and the little fat boy was still quite patient with him.
Xie Ruyi and others begged him for a long time before he agreed to go out to sea this time.
Xie Xie told him that before getting married, she must go sailing, even if it was only to Ryukyu.
Thank you for calling Ryukyu a "little Japan". This time it is called trade, but in fact it is an investigation.
The little fat boy planned to launch an attack on Ryukyu this year, not only because of his deep-seated hatred, but also because he wanted to complete step by step what his father wanted to do for him but did not have time to do.
Moreover, now that he has become the emperor, the little fat boy finally understands why emperors are suspicious.
He also understood more clearly how much his father loved him.
Only then would they silently transfer this supreme right to a three-year-old child.
He would not allow Prince An and Prince Ping's family to go to Ryukyu. If they took advantage of Dazhao's prestige, took Ryukyu without authorization, and established themselves as king, it would inevitably cause him some trouble.
Perhaps it will make the goal of becoming a good emperor more difficult.
This means that meeting my father will be delayed for a long time.
The little fat guy wants to cut off all uncertainties and go to see Xiao Yuan as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, what if Xiao Yuan forgets him?
"Your Highness." Prince An seemed to want to say something, but held it back, instead saying something else: "I have accomplished nothing in my life. Your Majesty's majesty is like a blade, always hanging over my head. In a few years, I will be an old man.
When I was young, I dreamed of traveling around the world, but due to various reasons, I have delayed it until now. I understand your concerns, and I have some sense of propriety in my heart."
Prince An lamented that although the emperor was young, he was a rare emperor.
He was born to seek benefits and avoid harm, but Prince An wanted his former fat nephew more.
I always call him "GunGun" regardless of the occasion. When he smiles, it looks like a crescent moon hanging in the sky.
He is so naughty and yet so lovable.
Prince An relied on this title to escape the emperor's slaughter several times, and as they spent time together day by day, he truly fell in love with his little nephew.
Countless people in the court said that the emperor gave birth to a little sugar jar who was completely opposite to him.
Now it seems that the father and son are indeed connected.
Prince An suddenly lost the desire to continue. He bowed and took his leave, but as he stepped out of the palace, he said, "I am your Gong Gong."
The little fat boy was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes drooped, and he reached out to rub his face.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
The fish knows it, but I have become accustomed to it, because the fish has no choice.
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