"It's been three months, and that dead fat man has been missing me for three months, could it be that I was too cruel to him, so he ran away from home? Or did you hide because you accidentally got into trouble and were too scared? Pang Zihuang sighed lightly, rubbed his eyebrows, and said with a headache, "But I did this for his good?" Why doesn't he understand my painstaking efforts? ”

As he was speaking, Pang Zihuang raised his head slightly, and at this moment, he found a sneaky figure approaching him, and he was immediately furious.

"Who are you? Dare to be good at the imperial study, do you want to assassinate me! What about the guards? Is it all dead? I even let people break in! ”

In anger, Pang Zihuang jumped forward directly from behind the desk, mentioned the sneaky young man, and slapped him directly without saying a word.

"You are so bold, a person who gathers two levels of qi dares to assassinate me! Don't you take me seriously? It just so happens that I've been depressed lately, and I have nowhere to vent, so I'll use you to practice my hands! ”

Because Pang Zihuang usually doesn't like to have someone next to him when he reviews the recitals, he is the only one in the entire imperial study, so he doesn't care about what he says, completely ignoring his identity as the emperor.

Because the national teacher disappeared after smashing the national teacher unconscious three months ago, the national teacher came to him every day to ask for someone, but this national teacher is extraordinary, he didn't dare to offend, he was holding his breath, now it's good, someone sent to the door without his life, how could he let go of this punching bag?

But just when Pang Zihuang was beating happily, the young man who was caught by him made a ghost crying wolf howl.

"Ouch, my father, don't beat me, I'm your son."

"Grass mud horse, you little assassin, you dare to pretend to be my son, how come I don't know that there is such a son as you!"

Pang Zihuang was even more angry, this assassin was so bold, when he was caught, he shamelessly recognized others as his father, and pretending to be a relative of the emperor was a capital crime.

But when these words fell, the young man cried even more miserably.

"Father, I am really your son, I am a behemoth."

"Colossus?"

Pang Zihuang was stunned for a moment, and then looked carefully at the young man who was caught in his hands.

Although this young man is not thin, his figure is still well-proportioned, and his facial features are not unusual, he is the kind that cannot be found in the pile, but his skin is very white, and a pair of eyes are looking at Pang Zihuang with a sad face.

I have to say that there is indeed a bit of a huge shadow on the young man in front of him, and the voice is exactly the same......

"You're a behemoth?" Pang Zihuang glanced at him suspiciously.

It's not that he doesn't recognize his son, but that he ...... It's ****** scary!

In March, the 500-pound dead fat man changed his appearance greatly, and no one dared to recognize each other at will......

"Father, have you forgotten, I peeked at the palace maid taking a bath at the age of five, and I still need to be fed by the nurse at the age of seven, and I am still wetting the bed at the age of twelve, I am really your son behemoth."

When Pang Zihuang, who didn't believe it, heard this, he immediately believed that the person in front of him was his son.

There is no other reason, no one knows these things except him, the queen and the behemoth himself!

Even the quilt that wetted the bed was burned by the queen herself in order to save the face of the behemoth, and even his personal palace maid didn't know......