The emperor threw the spoon away, his eyes lingering, and said nonchalantly, "How dare you."
"Father is outrageous."
"Someone has said this to me before, but I buried that person. Yu'er, do you want me to dig a hole and bury you?"
Wu Zhonghe couldn't bear to watch it anymore. The father and son wanted him to speak, and the other wanted him to guess.
The emperor wants to hear it but wants to scare his son. When has the little prince ever been afraid?
"You can't bear to leave, you love your nest the most." The little guy's fat legs were shaking from eating so much. When his father stopped feeding him, he picked up the spoon and ate mouthful by mouthful.
Man is iron, rice is steel, and fish will be hungry if they don't eat.
He doesn't want to become a dried fish.
The little fat boy was fearless and the emperor just smiled.
The longer he lived, the worse he got. He had played this trick countless times, and the emperor was always completely controlled by the little prince.
But he always likes to scare people like this.
"Then I will dig a hole and bury myself." The emperor's eyes moved slightly and he suddenly said something.
The spoon stopped at his mouth, and the food that the little fat boy loved to eat suddenly lost its flavor.
He climbed down from the stool and climbed into his old father's arms with a grunt, his tender little face pressed against His Majesty's neck. "Please don't say that, okay? I don't want to hear this. You said you would stay with me."
Unexpectedly, the little fat boy didn't cry this time.
But his breath sprayed on Emperor Mingxi's neck, and the heat of his skin touched the emperor's.
This caused ripples to spread out in Emperor Mingxi's heart.
His Majesty extended his hand and sighed leisurely, "I was just joking, my son, don't panic."
If possible, wouldn't your father be willing to stay by your side?
But as an emperor, there are times when you feel helpless.
His child is so young, but his health is getting worse and worse. Why doesn't His Majesty seize the time and do more for his son?
"My Queen Mother said she wanted to go to Wangwu Mountain to fulfill a vow. She said the Taoist priests there had done a lot to ensure our Yu'er's safety. Now that three years have passed, it's time to go and see them. Would you like to go with us, Yu'er?"
The little fat boy hugged his father tightly with his arms and responded with a muffled "Hmm."
Emperor Mingxi lowered his eyes, looked at his son's tense face, and asked, "If you want to cry, just cry. Why are you holding it in?"
Children's emotions can be violent and intense, and if they are not allowed to vent, it will inevitably leave behind consequences.
"You cry too much. No one likes fish." The little fat boy's hands were so strong that it hurt the emperor a little.
But the emperor didn't say anything. Instead, he hugged the child tightly. His eyes were cold and he asked word by word, "Who said this in front of my son?"
The tone was still very gentle, but Wu Zhonghe already understood what the emperor meant.
With just one look, some people retreated.
The emperor kissed his son's forehead lovingly. "You are my child, the most precious treasure in my life. Even if your tears could drown me, I would not say a word."
The emperor did not refer to himself as such, but spoke of you and me like ordinary people.
The little fat boy couldn't help being amused by his father's words, but there was still some worry on his little face. "I am the prince, a boy, I need to be manly. I can't cry like my father."
His father is the mountain in his heart, and he wants to be like his father.
Perhaps his son's words touched the emperor's heart, and a smile appeared on his face. "What am I? When my son grows up, he will definitely surpass you a thousand times."
That being said, a father or a mother will be very disappointed when they realize that their beloved child has the same love and admiration for them.
They will also feel happy and proud.
This is what His Majesty is like.
He can only be so soft-hearted when facing his own children.
The little fat boy always likes to hear compliments. Now when he hears this, he is obviously sad, but his little mouth is already grinning uncontrollably. "No~"
The emperor couldn't help laughing and praised him again, "Since you were born, you've scared me every now and then, and my tears have almost dried up. The fact that you cry so much just proves that my son is pure and innocent, doesn't it?
What does crying mean? I have cried so many times, who dares to say that I am wrong? "
"Will Daddy cry too?" The little fat boy stretched out his head, his bright big eyes full of curiosity.
"Of course. When I cry, even my companions can't comfort me."
The emperor lied.
As the eldest son, he has a noble status, and such children are always loved by their fathers.
But when the emperor longed for fatherly love, his father often looked at him with disgust.
The emperor has never cried as loudly as the little fat boy did. The little fat boy cried because he knew that there were people in the world who cared about him.
The emperor did not cry because he knew that he would make his mother sad and his grandfather would come to ask the emperor again.
The emperor will hate Duke Cheng and the queen even more.
So he never cries, he always appears to be a gentleman, and he is harmless.
Even if he was treated with contempt, the emperor would not say a word.
If the emperor, as the crown prince, had not requested to fight in Mobei, no one would have known that such a gentleman could be so bloodthirsty.
The emperor personally chopped off the heads of his father and brothers, and he felt not sad at all, but indescribable joy.
The emperor knew that he had become ill due to enduring it day after day.
How could the little fat boy know that his father was lying to him again? He just thought that if even someone like his father could cry, then the fish crying was nothing.
Then he became happy again, and when he was happy he wanted to humiliate the emperor.
Sometimes I want to eat that, sometimes I want to eat this.
The little mouth in the middle is not idle either, and keeps singing "My father in the nest will cry~"
He has completely disgraced the emperor.
The emperor's fist also hardened.
Perhaps because he hadn't spent so much time with the emperor in the past few days, the little fat boy was particularly attached to his father.
He also knew in his heart that his father would definitely like to spend more time with him.
So I tried to find a way to talk.
What about the flying rabbit catching the rabbit, the black owl scaring others, and the white horse drooling in his sleep.
Ding Ding often has a fit~
Main System: Are you polite?
Of course the emperor knew what his son was thinking, but how could he not satisfy him?
So I listened carefully.
Until the little fat boy said, "Father, what is an alliance? Why did Da Chu and Mo Bei form an alliance?"
The emperor's gaze suddenly became like a sharp sword, with endless ice attached to it, but his tone was still gentle. "Who told Yu'er that?"
The fat boy was completely unaware and turned around to sell Shang Ling. "Mr. Shang said that as long as Yu'er is here, there's no need to be afraid of the Great Chu and Mobei Alliance~"
The emperor said in a cold voice, "The champion is quite good, Jiayi, you go and reward him, reward him."
Shang Ling had been working on the questions for a long time. His head was dizzy and everything he saw looked like circles and dots.
He was very tired and wanted to rest for a while.
When Jia Yi arrived here, Shang Ling had already laid down with a face as pale as paper.
When Jia saw that Shang Ling looked like he had been drained of all his energy, he thought that the bright and clear-minded top scholar had suffered a blow.
Just when I wanted to watch for a while, Shang Ling "sat up in shock from his dying illness"
He pounded the bed hard.
Shang Ling truly regretted his decision. Why had he challenged the young prince to a duel? Why hadn't he remembered the young prince's divine name? Why had he chosen to suffer?
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