Jun Mo Shang was sitting at the imperial desk in the imperial study room, reviewing memorials, when a small figure quietly squeezed into the hall through the crack in the door. He crouched forward, thinking that no one would notice, and walked around behind the imperial desk.
, covering Jun Mo Shang's eyes from behind with his small hands.
Because he is too small, even if Jun Lone Shang is sitting there, he is not tall enough to stand, so his two little feet are still spread out like a toad stepping on the dragon stool.
Jun Mo Shang's eyes were covered, and his hand stopped holding the pen.
The atmosphere in the royal study suddenly became eerily quiet.
After a while, the little man couldn't stand it anymore and said dissatisfiedly, "Father, why don't you say anything?"
"I thought you were going to ask, guess who you are."
"My son, how can I be so stupid? If I speak out, you will know who I am."
Jun Mo Shang turned sideways, grabbed Sheng'er's little body from behind the chair, and put it on his lap, "Little guy, if I hadn't known it was you, I would have killed you as soon as you sneaked in.
Got it!"
The baby doesn't want to be like this. His father is very fierce. He keeps a cold face all day long. Everyone in the palace is afraid of him, but he is not afraid. "Father is reluctant to let go. Mother said, my son is your only one."
's son."
Jun Mo Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, "I don't mind having no heirs."
The baby's whole body trembled, and he was suddenly frightened. He cried out as soon as his mouth was flat, "Father, you bully me. My son has to learn how to be a prince every day. He has a lot of bad things to remember. What else can you do?"
I have to study medicine with my mother, but I still think about how to make my father happy every day...Father...Is it easy for my son? My father is going to kill his son now...wuwu..."
Big teardrops hung on the baby's pink and jade-carved face, and the sad tears flowed down. It was so pitiful that it was so pitiful.
His son cried whenever he wanted. Jun Mo Shang was a little at a loss, "Good boy, don't cry... How could my father be willing to kill you... It's too late to hurt."
"But you just said you wanted to kill me..."
"Scaring you."
"Wow wow wow..." The baby cried even more sadly, "Father even scared his son... His son was frightened..." That's weird. But it's so rare for a father to have a cold expression. If he doesn't cry, he can't see it.
, then just cry a little longer.
Knowing that the baby might be faking it, Jun Mo Shang still softened his mind and said, "Baby, my father will not scare you anymore."
"Then father, give me the mask to play with." The baby raised his little hand and pulled off the mask on Jun Mo Shang's left face.
Maybe it's because he liked to play with his father's mask when he had no sense of beauty and ugliness since he was a child. At that time, his father always let him go, so now he's not too afraid when he sees the mutilated left side of his father's face.
Feng Jingyun walked in from outside the palace and frowned when she saw her son like this, "Sheng'er, don't keep fooling around with your father."
Jun Mo Shang also gestured to the baby cooperatively, "Go down."
The baby hugged Jun Mo Shang's arm tightly, "I want my father to hold me. I can't go down..."
His son seems to be more attached to him than to Jingyun. Jun Mo Shang doesn't know whether it's good or bad. Even if he puts on a cold face, his son doesn't buy it. He always has nothing to do with him. "Sheng'er, be good, I want to hug your mother."
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Jun Sheng pouted in dissatisfaction, "Father is partial, I have to hug my son..." In fact, he didn't want his father to hug him. His father was always as scary as a ghost, which scared him. He liked his mother the most.