How could a general be a chubby two-year-old baby? When Emperor Mingxi heard this, a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Young Prince, this white tiger cannot enter." The little prince is a god, and the white tiger will definitely not hurt him.
Moreover, this white tiger runs around the palace with His Highness every day and is familiar with their scent.
But these envoys are not from Da Zhao. What if the white tiger goes crazy and bites them to death?
The little fat boy didn't want to embarrass him, so he simply climbed onto the back of the flying rabbit and said, "Catch the flying rabbit~"
He just stared at the guard with his eyes blinking.
The guard was a little surprised. How could the little prince, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was known as a god, be so approachable?
He was ready to be punished. After all, His Highness was the master. There would be someone to punish him without His Highness saying anything.
Looking at the little prince's eyes like black grapes, what else could he say?
"Your Highness, please."
The little fat boy nodded to him, and the guard kept looking at the little prince's back.
"Were you transferred here just these few days?" the guard in the same row asked in a low voice.
He nodded.
The man said, "I told everyone not to stop him, but you were the only one who stopped His Highness. Our young prince is no ordinary one. If you've been here long enough, you'll know that he truly has no time for distractions."
The guard didn't answer.
Actions speak louder than words, he has seen it.
As the white tiger walked leisurely into the hall, its strong physique frightened the envoys so much that they trembled all over.
If it eats people, it will eat them one by one.
Even the envoys from Jiaozhi felt a sense of fear, but they only admired the god who could subdue the white tiger even more.
Feitu closed his mouth and exhaled through his nose.
It seemed like he was mocking everyone's cowardice.
The emperor looked at it for a while, then raised his hand slightly and pointed at his son on the back of the white tiger. "The general is here."
Upon hearing this, the envoys all opened their eyes wide and looked at the fierce general with reverence.
The fierce general slid down from the tiger's back, and his two short legs ran to Emperor Mingxi like clockwork.
He held the vase to his chest and said, "Father, here~"
Emperor Mingxi's first reaction was to look at his son's red little hands. Anger rose in his eyes and he was about to explode.
The youngest son put the vase on his throne and hid his hands behind his back.
"Hehe~"
There is no silver here.
This clearly meant that he couldn't get angry. The emperor had no choice but to stretch out his long arms and hug the little fat boy in his arms, holding the vase in one hand and looking at it carefully.
There's no difference.
Emperor Mingxi raised an eyebrow and looked at his son who had opened his shirt and placed his chubby hands in his arms to keep them warm. "Hmm?"
1002 also couldn't figure out what the kid was trying to do, and expressed the same doubts as the older brother.
"This is a good harvest~" The little guy put his hands into his father's arms to warm them, his eyes curved into crescents.
Emperor Mingxi knew that auspicious snow meant a good harvest, and he did not suspect that his son was talking nonsense.
The little guy can already recite many poems, so what he said must make sense.
The emperor frowned, his face full of confusion. "Father, I don't know what Yu'er meant."
Seeing that his father, who used to be the smartest, and Ding Ding were both confused, the little guy raised his chin high.
As proud as a victorious rooster, "The sun shines and the harvest is abundant, there are rainbows, and the fish want a good harvest every day! Just put it in here for father!"
He grabbed the bottle again and asked Emperor Mingxi to look at it.
His Majesty was very cooperative, but the little fellow had rushed all the way here and most of the snow had melted.
He could not see the rainbow or the harvest, but only saw the child's sincerity.
Because he knew that his father was the emperor, because he had seen his father worry about food, because he knew the horror of death, and because he wanted everyone to have enough to eat.
Therefore, the little fat boy wanted to bring the harvest and joy to his father so that he would no longer worry.
The little fat boy's explanation made the old father's heart seem to be wrapped in soft clouds, floating in the clouds.
There were some indescribable emotions in the emperor's deep eyes. He stared at his son straight, and his gaze turned into a gentle stream of water.
How can I not miss him?
How can I not love him?
There was no discussion between him and Yuer about who loved the other more, their two hearts were just constantly running towards each other.
All the tenderness that surged into my heart turned into a sigh: "You."
You, you, did you do me a favor in your previous life, so that I should repay you with tears?
Throughout the first half of his life, even though he was stabbed several times, even though he suffered all kinds of humiliation, and went through untold hardships, Emperor Mingxi never shed a tear.
But since his youngest son was born, his heart has never been at peace.
I don't know how many times I shed tears.
I don’t know how many times my heart has been broken.
The little guy couldn't understand the surging emotions in his father's eyes. He just showed the same eager look of a puppy as before.
Why doesn’t father praise the fish?
He couldn't see, and his two companions were almost crying.
Fortunately, there was a loyal fan who also couldn't understand and replied, "Uncle, that's great, that's awesome!" He called the word "uncle" very softly, and if it weren't for the silence in the hall, I'm afraid no one would have heard it.
He learned this from his younger brother, who always praised him like this when teaching him arithmetic.
The little guy's ears perked up for a long time, and finally someone praised him. The corners of his mouth curved up, revealing a shallow dimple.
Fortunately, my brother is here!
The envoys below all observed the "general" calmly, and the envoy from Jiaozhi had an incredible expression on his face.
Could it be that Jiaozhi had offended the emperor in some way, and the emperor was trying to punish them?
This little baby is no more than two years old, and he even has a lisp when he speaks. How could he be the one who subdued the white tiger? Could it be that the white tiger was raised by the emperor?
The baby with a leaky mouth: I'm just a kid! It's not my mouth that's leaking.
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