The little prince also held a small bowl, drank sip after sip, and took a spoon, "Your Majesty, Hong'er will feed you."
"Hong'er, be good and drink by yourself."
"No, I have to feed the Queen Mother."
Fang Fei couldn't resist the child, so she took a sip, and the child was beaming with joy. She walked to her father again and said, "Father, Hong'er will feed you a drink, okay?"
"Okay, okay."
After one sip, he was elated, and every drop of it was really sweet to his heart.
All the unhappiness has disappeared for the time being.
It was so sweet that one's heart began to feel intoxicated. He picked up his son and walked to the bedroom: "Hong'er, my father is taking you to have a rest."
"Okay, Father, can you sleep with Hong'er tonight?"
"No, Hong'er, your father is very hardworking. Besides, it's against the rules to let him accompany you."
The child pouted: "The Queen Mother can accompany you, why can't your father?"
Why does Emperor Hongwen care about the rules and irregularities? He kissed his little face affectionately: "Son, my father will accompany you tonight." Seeing Fangfei's displeasure, he immediately said, "I will accompany Hong'er and wait for Hong.
Leave as soon as your son falls asleep."
Fang Fei shook her head: "Your Majesty, if you continue like this, you will spoil the child."
Emperor Hongwen disagreed: "Hong'er is so obedient, what's wrong with just accompanying him once? Besides, when I was a child, I wished someone would slap me like this! It's a pity that I never..."
Parents are like this. If they lack something in their childhood, they will often give it to their children intentionally or unintentionally in the future, as if it is a kind of compensation for another generation and a kind of psychological comfort for themselves.
Fang Fei had no choice but to let him do it.
He hugged his son and lay on the small bed, but the child didn't give up. He still hugged his father's neck and said, "Father, you sleep too."
"Okay, okay, father, I'm going to sleep too."
He stretched out his hand and let his son's head lie in his arms. That warm little ball of flesh was a true blood relative.