Then he said to the Queen Mother and others, "His Highness is concerned about Your Majesty, and there is nothing in the world for him to cling to. The most urgent thing is to summon the spirit or ask Your Majesty for a blessing. We must use all possible means!"
Your Highness has been blessed with supernatural powers since childhood. Perhaps these shamanistic methods are really effective?
Doctor Zhao had no other choice.
As the night deepens, the moon gradually disappears and the sun rises.
The little fat boy became weaker and weaker, and even the ginseng could not keep him alive.
There was dead silence in the hall.
People's attention was focused on the little fat boy, so naturally no one noticed that the coffin was stretched open.
The servants in the hall could no longer control their crying, but a loud "bang" was heard in their ears, as if a heavy object was knocked to the ground.
Everyone who heard the loud noise turned around to look.
A tall and straight man, wearing a crimson dragon robe, stood in the coffin, looking down at everyone with an almost ruthless look.
Pretending to be dead?
Absurd things happened right under everyone's noses.
The oppressive feeling of Emperor Mingxi was so strong that when he walked down, everyone breathed slower.
No one screamed, no one fainted.
The emperor looked at the little guy on the bed with a gloomy look in his eyes, and his heart suddenly felt filled with sadness.
He walked slowly and steadily, as if cherishing something, but also as if he was afraid.
Emperor Mingxi sat on the bed, his fingers tracing the face of his youngest son. After a long moment, he whispered, "My son, come back."
The miracle happens at this moment.
The little fat boy's condition improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. His long eyelashes blinked like a fluttering little butterfly.
The emperor reached out and touched his forehead: "Be good."
Under everyone's astonished gaze, the fat baby opened his eyes again.
Seeing the figure sitting by the bed, the little guy's mouth pursed: "So many dreams, so many dreams, the fish finally saw its father, father, are you coming to take me away?"
He actually thought it was just a dream, but despite that, he wanted to follow.
The emperor straightened his messy hair and said in an unprecedented tone, as if sighing and reminiscing, "It's true."
I don’t know how long it took before the little fat boy stopped crying.
He looked up from his father's arms: "Yu'er doesn't want to be the little emperor anymore."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Father, I am your subject. I kneel down and say we welcome the great emperor, the fat boy."
The voice paused for a moment: "Hmm?"
The little fat boy hugged his father tightly: "I'm just kidding, Dad, do you miss me?"
Emperor Mingxi closed his eyes. For thousands of years, through reincarnations, there has not been a single moment when he did not think of you.
"certainly."
"So how long have you been thinking about me?"
"It wasn't long. The dead man was unconscious." The emperor lowered his eyes and lied.
The little fat boy responded with a regretful sigh, then said, "Did you know that koi can turn into golden dragons?"
I know, for thirteen thousand six hundred and forty-two lifetimes, I have been thinking about it.
"I don't know."
"Alas, why doesn't father know anything?"
Because I don't want to know.
Humans say: Time can make people forget everything, but I have proved it through practice, and it will be more painful.
"sorry."
The little fat boy's eyes widened: "Don't say sorry, you don't know, the great emperor will tell you."
Emperor Mingxi hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you very much."
1002 had been sucking on the little fat boy's cheek for a long time. No one paid any attention to him. He asked weakly: "Hey, there are a lot of people here, and there are a lot of systems. Can I see the system?"
It's like a drop of water falling into the sea, without causing a ripple.
1002 got angry for a while and then obediently blocked the background board.
"Father, I haven't told you yet that you will have a big baby." The little guy said what he wanted to say incoherently.
The emperor understood everything and touched his youngest son's bun.
"It's quite big."
"Dad, how did you die and come back to life?"
After countless ups and downs in the world and the endless sea of suffering, Emperor Mingxi tore himself apart, forgot his past, and sought this life.
But he said nothing, only chuckled and said, "Maybe I'm worried about you."
The little fat boy was shy, his face flushed, and he poked his hand weakly: "Father, you have to stay with me all the time."
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed, as if a vow had been made, and it was extremely heavy.
"good."
Rules or nothingness, death or reincarnation, I will always be your father.
Never give up.
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