Li He looked the same as before, and he didn't care whether the people in the room ignored him, just like this game of chess, he made his own choice at the beginning, and he had to play it himself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Until the end. Only himself.

"Look at the hot day, don't you have an appetite? You've always been afraid of the heat. Otherwise...... Eat some watermelon to relieve the heat and satisfy hunger. Yes, yes, eat some watermelon, watermelon is good......"

Li He suddenly slapped his thigh, and then told the house, "Don't make your own fire! Dad will buy you watermelon!", before getting up and walking towards Chang'an Market.

But as soon as he took a step, a black shadow flashed, and immediately a man in black knelt down in front of Li He.

It was the brocade guard who was guarding Li He. These night owls hide in the sun.

"Your Majesty, leave such a trivial matter to your subordinates. ”

Li He glanced at Jin Yiwei resentfully: "What is this trivial matter? My son wants to eat watermelon, I will buy watermelon for my son, how can it be pretended to be in the hands of others? You retreat, retreat." ”

Jin Yiwei hesitated a little: "But the emperor is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, where has he ever sold something." I haven't even touched a copper coin......"

Li He didn't seem to hear Jin Yiwei's persuasion, his tired face glowed with joy, and he even rubbed his hands with joy: "My son wants to eat watermelon...... Buy a watermelon for my son, the sweetest watermelon soaked in ice......"

Suddenly, Jin Yiwei couldn't say anything to dissuade him.

The man in front of him is obviously the son of Kyushu and the king of a country, but at this moment he looks like an ordinary father.

The kind of father who worries about the family's livelihood and picks up his wife and children on the right side knocks out his teeth and swallows blood in the officialdom, but when he comes home and sees his son yelling that it is hot, he still drags his tired body and walks all over the East Market to buy him the sweetest watermelon.

It's just because it's about my son. And he rejoiced like a fool.

Jin Yiwei sniffed and took out a few copper coins from his arms: "Your Majesty, this is a copper coin." One piece, one penny......"

Jin Yiwei taught very carefully. Like teaching a child.

Li He listened carefully. Like a child, too.

After a while, after figuring out the copper coins and trading, Li He carefully carried a few coins and went into the city alone to the East Market.

Half an hour later, Li He came back with a watermelon.

It was a very ordinary watermelon. Dongshi is a few pennies a piece, and the melon vines are still stained with mud. was wrapped inside and out by Li He with his own robe, like a treasure.

Li He put the watermelon on the bluestone in front of the thatched house, glanced at the house, and saw that there was still no movement, he smiled helplessly and dotingly: "Son, Dad bought you the watermelon! Are you fainting from hunger or are you tired of reading and falling asleep directly? You wait for Dad for a while, Dad will cut a few watermelons for you." You, you really have to wait for your mouth......"

After that, Li He himself laughed, but the action of taking care of the watermelon was not slow.

This ordinary joke, ordinary concern, the father teased his son, full of disgust, without any mercy.

But it is a special way of getting along that only fathers and sons exist.

As the emperor, he has been unfamiliar for too long, but it seems that in an instant, he instinctively learns from himself.

Li He looked left and right, looking for tools for cutting melons. His last gaze rested on a knife at his waist.

It was a knife with a handle inlaid with seven-treasure glass and plated with red gold rubies. It is engraved with the words "Emperor's royal use, thousands of generations". It was originally a royal knife that was passed down from generation to generation by the royal Li family, and it was said to be priceless, and the knife was like a saint.

But Li He used this knife to cut the watermelon without hesitation, and the watermelon juice stained the Xuantie blade red, and the Jinyi guard in the secret was shocked.

As the emperor of the Li family, the imperial knife symbolized by the Son of Heaven in Kyushu was used to cut a watermelon, I don't know if it was arrogant or blind.

Li He divided the watermelon into several cloves in two times, and carefully picked the reddest petals, but he felt that it was not enough, so he simply sat down with the melon in his hand and picked the seeds on the pulp with a knife.

The emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty was using the imperial treasure knife to pick the seeds of the watermelon with his own hands.

No one in the world dares to believe this.

However, Li He did it very seriously, and he made a daily review of the family, and he was generally serious in dealing with family and country affairs, and even pursed his lips slightly, with a solemn face.

The afternoon sun was scorching, and when his head fell down, the top of Li He's head seemed to be white smoke, and beads of sweat the size of beans couldn't help rolling down, soaking his sideburns and white hair, and wisps of sticky balls.

But he didn't realize it. I just picked the seeds of the watermelon in my hand, and I didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat beads on my back.

Although the power is hollowed out by the five surnames and seven hopes, Li He is also an emperor who is pampered and well-fed. On weekdays, everything has been made and handed to him, where has he done fine work.

So picking seeds for watermelons, this is a very ordinary thing among the people, but Li He sweated profusely, his eyes stared at the seeds, and even the fingertips holding the knife trembled slightly.

However, as each seed was picked, Li He's tiredness decreased by one point, and the joy in his eyes became stronger.

Thinking that his son was about to eat the watermelon he picked with his own hands, and thinking of his bright smile sweetened by the melon juice, Li He chuckled, like a fool.

Finally picking out the watermelon, Li He stood up with his waist pounded, lifted the watermelon to the window, and called out tremblingly: "Son...... Let's eat watermelon...... You haven't eaten all morning, so don't go hungry......"

There was no movement in the thatched cottage except for the faint sound of turning the pages.

Li He was not angry at all, and raised the watermelon a little higher: "Son, let's eat the watermelon......"

Still, no response.

Li He was still not stunned, he suddenly thought about whether his watermelon was lowered, and the son who was reading intently in the room didn't see it, so he didn't respond to him.

This speculation made Li He's eyes, which were dimmed by exhaustion, suddenly glow a little.

He stretched out his left hand to hold the wall, tiptoe as high as possible, his chin almost stretched out in a straight line with his neck, and his right hand struggled to hold the watermelon to the window.

"Son, let's eat watermelon......"

He just repeated. There was too much pleading in his tone. However, all that responded to him was the sound of flipping books in the room.

Li He stopped talking. But I still worked hard, and I tried hard to lift the watermelon higher.

One moment, two moments, three moments......

Li He maintained this posture, the scorching sun made him dizzy, beads of sweat had already soaked through the cloth, and his pale face was wrinkled.

Time passed, like a stone sculpture, he held the watermelon in his hand motionlessly, stretched his neck, stared at the window, stood trembling, his legs trembled, and he did not want to move half a step.

Like a stubborn child, humbly pleading, the man reached out from the window and took his watermelon.

The brocade guard in the dark only felt that his eyes were hot.

The scene in front of me was too funny. The dignified Emperor Wei is like a clown at the moment.

But he couldn't laugh. He felt that anyone who saw this scene would probably not be able to laugh.

Four, five, six......

Just when Li He's face was like gold paper, his eyes were black, and he was about to faint when he looked at it, the window sash suddenly revealed a man's arm, and then a hand reached out and took away the watermelon.

There was still no response from inside. But there was a faint sound of chewing watermelon.

A sound, not in a hurry, not in a hurry. That watermelon was eaten very carefully and seriously.