In the spring of the eleventh year of Tiancheng, Li Xiongba, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, was ordered to patrol the south of the Yangtze River, and on the way there was a vision from the sky, flying sand and stones within a radius of dozens of miles, and the sun was not seen.

If you go back 30 years, the deep love between the current emperor and Empress Gongsun was once a good story spread all over the world.

Li Xiongba was the third son of the late Empress Gongsun of Empress Xian. Empress Gongsun had three sons with the current emperor, the emperor loved his wife and became obsessed, and the emperor's eldest son and second son were successively made princes when they were young, but they both died for no reason. Empress Gongsun lost two beloved sons in three years, mourned in her heart, couldn't afford to be sick, and died.

At that time, the third son of the emperor, Li Xiongba, was still in infancy. For the next 20 years, the position of crown prince of the court was undecided.

In the tenth year of Tiancheng, Li Xiongba, the third son of the emperor, led his troops to repel the invading barbarians in the south, raised the prestige of the Tang Dynasty, and established the crown prince.

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In the fourteenth year of Tiancheng, a morning with crisp autumn and fragrant golden cinnamon.

Li Xiongba woke up again.

The golden curtains, the golden quilts, the golden pillows. There is also a golden 。。。。。。

Huge objects.

This golden, round giant thing was piled up on Li Xiongba's chest at this time, blowing hot and humid breath on his neck.

Li Xiongba felt that he was about to run out of breath. He raised his hand, trying to push the large, sacred golden orb attached to him, and who I don't know where.

"Ah......h

"Ahh!!h The big ball made a louder sound.

"Woo woo a!!a Hero!! My eldest son!! Not only did the big ball continue to make louder noises, but it also began to howl and cry. Where have you been all these years! Why are you willing to leave me!! ”

Li Xiongba was pulled out of the quilt by a large round ball, his limbs were tightly wrapped, and his chest was covered with a warm liquid that I didn't know whether it was tears or snot.

From yesterday to now, the fright has been stubble after stubble, and Li Xiongba seems to have begun to get used to it now.

He struggled out of the bosom of the big ball and looked up and down.

The big golden ball in front of him, ah no, the Tang Emperor, his complexion is white and tender, his face is like a full moon, except that his eyes are red from crying, but his facial features are very thoughtful, and he looks like a beautiful man when he was young.

However, starting from the neck down, the body is fat to an unbelievable size, like a huge wine jar, with a very small bottle cap on top, which looks very incongruous.

Combined with what he had seen and heard before, Li Xiongba felt that he had basically sorted out the idea of the script now.

"Son-in-law, see father." He learned the tones and movements he had seen on TV, knelt down and kowtowed, and bowed to the golden ball.

"This child," the Emperor said, lifting his sleeve and wiping his tears. "Why do you suddenly call your father?"

He squatted down with difficulty, stretched out his round and chubby hand that could no longer see his fingers, and wrapped Li Xiongba tightly:

"My eldest son, good boy, call Dad."