As the emperor closed his eyes, he heard a low sob in his ears.
The sorrow contained in the voice was like the light of a peerless sword, leaving a piercing wound in Emperor Mingxi's indestructible heart.
He sat up hurriedly, patting his son's back with his fingers: "My son."
The chubby little boy's body trembled slightly, and the emperor held the child in his arms.
The wet cheeks were shining brightly, and the little guy's face was soaked with tears.
His chubby face wrinkled into a ball and his eyelids twitched rapidly, as if he had a nightmare.
"My son!" Emperor Mingxi's heart ached, and he hurriedly wiped the fat boy's tears. But the fat boy seemed to be extremely sad, and even though his sleeves were soaked, he couldn't wipe away the endless tears.
The emperor, who had always been calm and composed, lost his composure and gently shook his child. But the little fat boy would not wake up, no matter how hard he tried, he would not wake up...
But she cried very softly, which made the emperor very worried.
He didn't even remember that he was a god, and hurriedly took the child to find the imperial physician.
In a panic, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes and went to bed barefoot.
“Father…”
A faint call came from the young son in his arms.
Emperor Mingxi was certain in his heart, but his head was dizzy. He didn't care about himself and lowered his head in a hurry.
The little fat boy opened his eyes, his thick black eyelashes parted, and a dim light appeared in his eyes.
"Dad is still here, Dad is still here." The dim eyes gradually lit up.
The emperor hugged his young son lovingly and responded with "I'm here, I'm here."
The little fat boy stared blankly at the sky with his eyes wide open, rolling his eyeballs slowly: "This is all fake, Daddy is still alive."
His foolish behavior frightened the emperor to the point of panic. He slapped the 1002 that was nourishing the essence and woke it up: "Hurry and treat my son!"
1002 didn't even have the chance to say that you are more powerful than me, so why do you still need to control this little minion.
Only when he saw the appearance of the little fat cub did he straighten his expression and dig out a treatment cabin in the space to stuff the cub in it.
But the little fat boy's hands were clasped around Emperor Mingxi like iron, and he would cry whenever they were pulled.
Now Yiren Yitong finally calmed down and wondered if it was a nightmare or if it was related to the emperor.
The most urgent thing is to divert the little guy's attention. It is not a good thing to indulge in grief.
The emperor remembered his son's constant nagging for a story, so he looked up a fable from 1002 that he thought was suitable for children and recited it in a rigid and even rhythmic manner: "The little rabbit was planting carrots in the garden..."
If 1002 hadn't been focusing on the little fat kid, he would have pinched his thighs to stop himself from laughing.
Fortunately, this idea worked, and the little fat boy's breathing became more and more stable.
But they were busy all night, and the little fat boy was unwilling to tell them what he dreamed about.
But the emperor, who had settled down, guessed it was almost right.
He blamed himself a little, blaming himself for having to die like that, if he hadn't died.
Alas, Emperor Mingxi sighed, this is an unsolvable knot, with no beginning and no end, and there is no one to blame.
His Majesty can only try his best to make amends to the child.
The little fat boy refused to say anything, and the emperor didn't ask.
The fat baby almost makes a nest on his father. Except for the short time when he leaves to change clothes, he is extremely clingy to him all the time.
Emperor Mingxi's clothes were also soaked with the little guy's tears. Although the emperor didn't mind, he still felt distressed when he saw his son crying like that.
How can I make him happier?
The experienced 1002 (who had been secretly reading the parenting manual) clapped his hands and resolutely urged his elder brother to build a playground for the little fat boy.
snort!
Thank you Ruyi!
The Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager actually secretly built an amusement park for Wen Hui but not for his children.
1002 didn't say it on the spot because he was not capable of doing so. He was holding a grudge.
Although this is not the case, the damage has already been done.
The emperor who looked down upon the world and the god who ruled the universe had no limits when it came to the little fat boy. When 1002 said a few words about the boy being pitiful, the emperor crushed the inkstone. His voice was low (his son was sleeping), but it was cold and hard: "The confinement is still too light."
Emperor Mingxi wanted to give his son the best things, and he was very clear about it.
He moved the brilliant sea of stars from the starry universe and placed it on a specially opened open space.
The fat boy showed off his prowess in front of his lover, and Emperor Mingxi did these stupid things without hiding anything.
Miracles were everywhere in the palace, causing the whole country to kneel down in worship.
1002 was not willing to be outdone, so he raised the banner of the little fat boy in front of his elder brother and said a lot of good things, which made the emperor repair his injuries.
He then went to find the place with the gentlest sea breeze in the world and picked a piece of bright sea breeze to decorate this place.
With the sea breeze, there will be the blue sea, colorful fish, multicolored shells, ancient shipwrecks, and sparkling pearls.
If the space here had not been developed, I am afraid it would not be able to accommodate the random embellishments of 1002.
Considering the little fat boy’s predecessor, His Majesty approved of 1002 moving to the sea.
How could the little guy who had been a chubby koi and had the little grass with red fruits hanging on it not like to talk about it?
Out of selfish motives, Emperor Mingxi cast many beautiful dreams into the sky - all related to him.
He also took advantage of 1002's inattention to fill every corner with toys he had carved.
The emperor knew nothing about handicrafts and it took him a long time to learn before he could barely show himself to others.
If 1002 finds out, he will be laughed at.
Emperor Mingxi, who cared deeply about his image in front of his son, would never allow such an opportunity to arise.
His Majesty probably didn't realize that he had become much more lively since the little fat boy passed away in his childhood.
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