"Yo yo, here it is! Here it is!"

With his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, he was teasing the little girl with a cotton tiger, and the wrinkles on the old man's face softened with a smile.

The little man in the cradle was kicking his legs and giggling.

In the room, all the eunuchs and palace people were walking far away, with their heads lowered, not daring to look, let alone listen.

"Blessed, blessed are we!"

The old man whispered, "Look up and look at dad! We are your dad! Hehe!"

"Yeah!" the baby responded softly.

The emperor also loved family happiness. These days, it was more important to embrace grandchildren rather than children. He had never held those grown-up children, let alone played with them.

He loved those young sons, but he didn't take them seriously.

Only when I saw this youngest girl, my heart that was filled with iron melted away at the little girl's laughter.

There is a saying that straight men prefer small cotton-padded jackets. This has been true in ancient and modern times.

"Your Majesty, please have a rest!" Miaoyu, who was leaning on the bed, said softly. She thought that the Emperor would be unhappy with the birth of a daughter, but unexpectedly, the Emperor loved her to the core and came to see her every day.

"You have given us a beautiful daughter, good job!" The old man continued to tease his daughter and said with a smile, "From now on, I will be the concubine of the Jin Dynasty!"

Miaoyu was suddenly stunned, and then ecstatically fell on the bed and kowtowed, "Slave... I thank you for your kindness!" As she said this, her eyes showed all kinds of tenderness, "I'm useless, this time it's my daughter.

Next time... I will definitely become the emperor and give birth to a dragon!"

"We don't care about those with handles. We have a lot of them at home." The old man said with a smile, "But there is only one little girl!"

As he was talking, there was a thump, thump, thump, and footsteps outside.

The old man was furious and turned around to see Pu Bucheng kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty, your grandson is about to give birth!"

With a whoosh, the old man threw down the cloth tiger in his hand and walked out.

As he walked, he muttered, "Great-grandson, great-grandson! We want our great-grandson!"

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Chapter completed!