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How can a fish shed tears? It is just an unintelligent creature.
But why couldn't he take his eyes off a swimming fish? The little fish was golden all over, like the sun in the sky fallen into the pond.
I don’t know where this auspicious sign came from, but its head and belly are round and plump, and even its tail is fatter than that of other fish.
A veritable little fat fish.
He, who had always been emotionally indifferent, started talking to a fish for some reason.
Just when he was about to laugh at himself, he saw the little goldfish staring at him blankly, with bubbles gurgling from its eyes that had emerged from the water.
Silly and stupid, but his eyes are filled with heartbreak, secret joy, and recovery.
Yan Jiyuan sneered, thinking that he was dizzy and had a fantasy.
He started to walk away, but he didn't notice a fat goldfish behind him paddling in the water with great effort to follow him.
How can a fish catch up with a man? The road has no end, but the lake does.
The little fat boy watched the moon-white hem of the clothes go away, and his heart was filled with surprise and grievance.
He cried loudly, but couldn't catch up with his father and kept spinning in circles.
He was in too much of a hurry and lost his instincts for a moment, and ended up choking on water in the lake.
Feeling suffocated, the little fat boy struggled to get oxygen.
The fish cannot die, the fish cannot die, the fish has seen Xiaoyuan.
He tried so hard to survive, but fate was not what he wanted.
The dizziness grew worse and worse, and the little fat boy floated to the surface on his belly.
The water ripples back and forth, as if someone has picked up a swimming fish.
When the fat boy woke up again, the moon was low and the stars were flickering. The palace lanterns emitted a dim light, filling the hazy night.
The fish is not dead!
I don't know how to express the excitement of a fat fish, but the little fat fish started flapping its tail.
Was it the father who saved the fish?
The little fat boy thought sweetly, with countless little butterflies flapping their wings in his heart.
I!
Yan Chengyu!
The only son of an emperor who has no heir still has telepathy across the years.
Hehehehe.
The silly little fish was spinning in circles in the pond, chasing its own tail.
Yan Jiyuan walked slowly to the corridor, with the starry sky as his backdrop. Under the shining vast starry sky, the crown prince supported his chin with one hand, leaned on the stone table, lowered his eyes, and stared at the fish chasing its tail with an expressionless face.
Stupid, foolish, stupid.
I thought he was very intelligent, but he turned out to be so stupid.
The little fat boy chased for a few rounds and got himself tired. Now he didn't mind at all that he had turned into a fish.
The goldfish happily wagged its tail, pushing aside the calm water surface and causing ripples.
Some water plants from somewhere were wrapped around his head, and the golden color was matched with the green one, which made people laugh.
The little fat boy was infatuated with his father. He wanted to call out over and over again: "Father, Father, Father!"
It doesn’t matter if Xiao Yuan calls me a teapot. Even if I really turn into a teapot, it would be nice to see the moving Xiao Yuan.
Thinking of Emperor Mingxi's coffin, the cheerful goldfish became visibly sad.
Yan Jiyuan didn't know why, but once his eyes fell on Silly Fish, he couldn't move them away, and his legs and feet became uncontrollable. He had to guard Silly Fish in the pavilion for the entire afternoon.
Seeing him suddenly stop moving, he just "stood" there quietly.
Could it be injured? Yan Jiyuan looked at it carefully, his brows furrowed, and he felt worried for the swimming fish.
The fish's fins were not red and its belly was bulging, as if it was very full.
There were no injuries on its round head. Perhaps the water plants had gotten stuck on its head, preventing it from swimming.
The Crown Prince himself didn't even notice that he was relieved. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, curled the corners of his lips, and actually spoke to a fish: "Come."
The emperor later had an ethereal appearance and was so imposing that one could not look directly at him. He had never looked so vivid before.
The little fat cub stared with his eyes wide open, wagging his tail happily, and went to his father happily.
"Looking for fish?" Unable to speak, the little fat boy spit out a string of bubbles.
Let your father know that the fish are talking.
The goldfish was so smart that Yan Jiyuan's thoughts became stronger.
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He is surrounded by stupid fish that only know how to open their mouths to ask for food. He is covered with golden scales and seems to be able to understand human language. If we let him stay in this pond, wouldn’t he be buried?
It would be better to take him back.
Yan Jiyuan made this decision happily, but there was no fish pond in his palace. If the fish were kept in a tank, even the smartest ones would lose their nature.
So I built a pond for him.
"Fatty Fish, how about coming home with me?" The hazy moonlight illuminated the fairy-like figure in the painting. His voice was slightly deep, but sweet as if it contained honey.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yan Jiyuan frowned. Such a disgusting tone actually came from his mouth.
When she was young, her mother also made such noises to coax her, and today she is even worse than her mother.
The little fat cub's eyes were full of red hearts, and the dazzling golden scales suddenly darkened and were dyed with a layer of intoxicating light red.
The goldfish kept sinking and coming out again.
He couldn't speak, so he could only tell his father in this way that the fish was happy and willing.
It’s not that the little fat boy is easy to fool, nor is it that he is stupid, but the person in front of him is his father.
The throbbing coming from deep in his blood was so great that even if the emperor wanted to stew and eat him, Yu'er would be willing.
It’s not a question of whether you owe it or not, but whether you are willing to do it.
Seeing him so happy, Yan Jiyuan couldn't help but pursed his lips. He walked closer to the pool and just as he stretched out his hand, his fingertips just touched the water surface.
The little fat boy couldn't wait to touch his father's fingers with his forehead.
It seems to be saying, take the fish back quickly.
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