"Your Highness is a genius, why do you still ask me?" The emperor was still a little sad, but the little fool couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
He couldn't think of anything else.
"Who said I was asking? I just wanted to discuss it with you." The little fat boy was very strong-willed.
He refused to give in at all.
He held his head high. When facing others, the emperor could say any sharp words without blinking.
But this is my own child, only five years old.
How could he argue with his son over such a trivial matter?
Emperor Mingxi simply snorted coldly, lowered his head, and muttered to himself.
The clear and resonant voice echoed, which was very pleasant to hear.
The little fat boy knew that when his father read it out, he was telling him not to talk to him.
Fish are not rare.
The little fat boy imitated Feitu and snorted loudly.
Emperor Mingxi "..."
1002 “…”
Main System: "You are human."
How can you make such a sound?
The little fat boy jumped up from the mat and ran to the window sill without caring about anything.
The emperor closed his eyes, and soon he felt a strong light shining towards him, as well as an endless spring breeze.
Fortunately, Emperor Mingxi was in good health, otherwise he would have been in such a cold wind and he was wearing such thin clothes.
You will definitely feel dizzy and have a headache the next day.
The emperor stood up and sat on a chair beside him, glancing at his child who was pulling a stool, climbing onto the window eaves, and opening the lattice windows one by one.
I don't know where he gets so much energy to do this.
The little guy who can't sit still doesn't find it annoying at all.
Until the dim hall was bright, a cold wind blew in, and the emperor's Taoist robe was rustling.
He stopped and slowly moved to the side of Emperor Mingxi.
The emperor allowed the strong wind to blow against him and asked, "Are you trying to freeze me to death?"
His face was expressionless, his brows weren't even furrowed, and he didn't look like he was frozen at all.
The little fat boy ran over and grabbed his father's hand.
Mm, it’s warm.
After touching it, just put it down.
"The longevity pill has the effect of strengthening the body. Father will never get sick."
The little fat boy still remembers that the system products mentioned by 1002 must be of high quality.
The emperor pulled him in front of him and spanked him twice. Seeing that his face was rosy, he knew that he was not cold.
Only then did I feel relieved.
"Then just open one door."
The little fat boy looked up and said seriously: "I don't like it here, nor do I like this, nor do I like that."
There were a lot of this and that, and he pointed out the cushions, old books, and alchemy furnace.
"Then you don't like it. How's the grain seed issue?" The emperor changed the subject without blinking.
Speaking of this, the little fat boy had a lot to say.
I was just a little chatterbox.
When talking about having a great time, one should also emphasize describing one's own wisdom and bravery.
"The situation suddenly changed..."
His Majesty listened attentively.
He also talked about how he wanted to do more for the people.
As he spoke, he fell silent.
Emperor Mingxi cast a puzzled look at him, and the little fat boy ran up to him and put his hand into his palm as if nothing had happened.
"Father, I have already figured out what to do next."
He spoke seriously, and the emperor did not discourage him. He then asked, "What are you doing?"
The little fat boy didn't say anything, but kept pulling him through the palace and came to the martial arts field.
The emperor also let him lead the way, and the two of them, one big and one small, attracted a lot of attention along the way.
Many people looked eagerly at the direction where the two men left, if it weren't for His Majesty standing by.
I’m afraid all the palace maids and guards will follow.
The little fat boy has been on vacation for a few days recently, and General Yang and others are not here either.
He walked up, rolled up his sleeves, shouted a few times, and then twisted himself into a pose that he thought was very impressive.
There are many red scratches on the white and tender arms.
The rough linen clothes he wore, which he never took off, kept scratching his skin.
The spoiled little fat boy never cried out, but from the way he scratched from time to time, it could be seen.
I knew he was not feeling well.
The little guy didn't notice this, but just kept glancing at Emperor Mingxi.
The emperor's gaze lingered on his arm.
Feeling his son's gaze, he began to understand a little.
"Good!" The emperor's eyebrows moved slightly, and he kept clapping his hands like an emotionless robot.
But for emperors, such loud praise is extremely rare.
He is happy no matter who praises the little fat boy, but no matter how many times others praise him, he will never mention the emperor once.
The encouraged little fat boy became more motivated. He had only learned a few moves and demonstrated them to His Majesty over and over again.
The emperor did not mind the trouble and refused to put it down even when his palms were red.
The little fat boy, who was dancing with great passion, stopped his magic skills and excitedly pulled his father's hand.
"Father, can I go to the battle now?" His bright eyes seemed to be dancing with fire.
"What?" The emperor suspected that he had not heard clearly.
"The fish are going to go out!" The little fat boy put his hands together into a trumpet shape, put them to his mouth and shouted loudly.
"Pa pa pa——" Emperor Mingxi raised his hand and slapped his son's buttocks several times.
"The world has been settled, why are you going to war?" Emperor Mingxi's face darkened. "Are you crazy? On the battlefield, there is no room for you to play around."
The little fat boy rubbed his butt, feeling very aggrieved: "The fish asked you what to do next, but you ignored me. I thought to myself, you want to hit me again, the fish has a miserable life--"
With eyes closed, mouth open, and voice at the top of its lungs.
Emperor Mingxi quickly covered his mouth with his hands and said, "Where else do you need to go to fight?"
The little fat boy blinked, and the emperor put down his hand.
"Japan, I must personally go to Japan."
The emperor didn't know why his obsession was so strong, so he said angrily, "Within ten years, I will personally lead the army. My son, the people only want peace and stability now. If you start a war again, you will also be resented. Let's put overseas affairs on hold for now."
But is such a small place worth a child thinking about it for so long?
It seems that Japan is not a good thing.
"Then father, can you let Xie Xie be a princess?"
The little guy stopped crying and asked again.
When Emperor Mingxi heard this, he realized that this was his real purpose.
"The princess is my daughter, and you want someone else to be my daughter?"
The dangling tail seemed to fall, and the fat boy was extremely frustrated: "This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. What should I do to the fish?"
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions; the moon has phases of waxing and waning.
This has always been difficult to achieve.
The Lord touched himself and asked, "Why?"
It was a nonsensical sentence, fortunately the fat boy was his son.
Only then can you understand: "Because she is getting married, thank you, she has no relatives, Yu'er wants to be her relative."
Everyone who heard this was a little surprised.
Ms. Xie’s parents are still alive, so how could she not have relatives?
Only His Majesty knows what the little fat boy meant.
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