"Father, Xiao Yuan!" The fifteen-year-old emperor ran rashly to the front of the Purple Palace and started shouting.
The cute little fat fairy boy of the past has grown into a young man.
Even though he grew up, his mindset didn't change much. He kept making a fuss just to ask his father to go to court on his behalf.
Wu Zhonghe was guarding outside the Zichen Palace. When he heard the voice, he was overjoyed. He ordered his subordinates to go out and meet them.
"Your Majesty, you are here so early today?"
Yan Chengyu lowered his head and sighed: "Big companion~"
The young man in his teens, even though he was already an emperor, still acted like a child, tugging at his great companion's hand and swinging: "Brother asked me to go out and play. I have to tell Xiao Yuan and ask him to take my place at court for three days, no! Half a week."
A master at acting coquettishly and foolishly.
Wu Zhonghe was completely dazzled by him. The little fat boy would have a face that would be a real killer when he grew up.
He was a man, so he didn't need to wear makeup. Yet, his lips were more rosy and red than delicate apricots. His eyes, tinged with pink and upturned, resembled willow branches in spring, easily stirring ripples in a pond.
The eyes are like spring water, and also like ink dots.
Fortunately, his eyebrows were very similar to his father's, sharp and thick, which made him look not feminine at all.
It just makes people feel that he is a young man in the prime of his life.
In Wu Daban's eyes, no matter he is three, fifteen or twenty-five years old, he will always be the little baby who is always calling Daban.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is Wu Zhonghe's lifeblood.
No one else could stand the emperor's attitude, let alone Wu Zhonghe who had taken care of him since he was a child?
"Okay, okay, Your Majesty, please talk to the Emperor, and I have no right to interrupt." He stretched out his hand to gently comb the temples of the chubby child, but the little fat boy had grown up.
The branches are like green bamboo.
Wu Daban could never touch his forehead again.
The Imperial Household Manager withdrew his hand somewhat dejectedly, but Yan Chengyu pursed his lips and muttered, "Oban didn't help me speak up, so Xiao Yuan must not allow it."
Although he complained, he lowered his head and grabbed Wu Zhonghe's wrinkled hand and brought it to his head.
He didn't say anything, just like when he was a child, and let his companions take care of him very naturally.
Wu Zhonghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but His Majesty's head was pointed straight at him, as if he would never lower his head unless he paid attention.
With a mixture of tenderness and sweetness, the steward who had been with the emperor for a long time quietly made a wish.
Time, time, please go slower.
Let me watch my little chubby prince grow up.
Yan Chengyu was an impatient man, and after his companion had finished combing his hair, he rushed into the Purple Palace without even waiting for the emperor to get up.
The attendants on both sides did not look away.
It was as if they didn't see such a big person rushing in.
The Purple Palace was extremely dark and quiet, but when the little fat boy was young, it was always brightly lit.
When he grew up, he slept alone in Qingning Palace, and the emperor also resumed his habit.
Soft and expensive cloth slid across the black jade bricks, and Yan Chengyu groped forward in the darkness following his memory.
He pushed open the windows one by one, and the faint morning light filled the hall and shone on the face of the young emperor.
Every detail is visible.
The light shone into Yan Chengyu's eyes, like the brightest morning star in the sky.
"Father, why haven't you woken up yet?" The young emperor pursed his lips, drew out the last word, and sat down on the desk where Yan Jiyuan was reviewing memorials without any attitude.
"I'm sitting down!" the puppy howled.
The hanging bed curtains swayed gently, and Yan Chengyu pricked up his ears and looked over with great excitement.
His Majesty didn't even make a sound, he just pounced forward very naturally, wagging his invisible tail.
"Father, father, father! I want to go out and play. You can go to court for me these few days. The specific time is unknown. Okay~"
The servants in the hall had already left, and it was so quiet that one could hear people breathing.
"not good."
"What's wrong?" The emperor yelled, then hesitantly said, "Father, I won't be gone for long. I'll be back in a little while."
The emperor, who retorted subconsciously, did not realize that although his voice was calm and composed, it had a hint of childishness.
Very immature.
The little fat boy raised his eyebrows when he didn't get a reply from the emperor for a long time. Xiao Yuan would not stay in bed.
Is it because you are not feeling well?
His face immediately showed anxiety, and he pulled at the quilt: "Father, are you in pain? I won't play anymore. Doctor, doctor!"
A figure stood up from the bed and grabbed the little fat boy's mouth accurately: "Don't scream."
The tender child's voice was filled with endless regret and the confusion of having lost power.
The child, about six years old, had a frown on his face, his pupils a bit gray, and carried an inorganic, icy coldness. His skin was extremely white, delicate and delicate, but his aura was enough to send chills down one's spine.
Cute child, stern face.
The two things that have nothing in common are strangely merged together.
[To be continued]
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