Bell's palsy dad

  Dongling National Palace

  When the flower and wood were exhausted, the little egret was awakened, flapping its wings out of the comfortable bird's nest, seeing this scene, the sharp beak opened into an "oh".

  This little fool, its master is not this kind of person, if it continues like this, it will be exposed. The bird flapped its wings and suddenly flew under the table, pecking at Xiaomu's head with its beak: Don't hide anymore, come out and apologize!

  What's wrong?

  Huā Mù Róng said in a small voice: "Mother said that apologizing is useful, why bother calling the police."

  But hiding is ultimately not feasible, as the people around him are motionless, and it's possible that they won't move for a thousand years. If this continues, he may starve to death first.

  The worried and bitter little eater, still hugging his head with both hands, crawled out from under the table step by step.

  "Your Highness!"

  Mr. Zhang and several small eunuchs stretched out their hands to help him, but his little body quickly dodged to the side like it had been electrocuted. With lightning speed, he seemed to be a flowing light, whooshing towards the door, but unexpectedly bumped into someone standing at the threshold. His little head collided with them, and as his two small legs struggled, his buttocks were about to hit the ground.

  A large hand reached out and grasped his left wrist, gently lifting it up. Huamurong steadied himself on the ground, but his hands and feet were stiff like wood, not daring to move. His small eyes looked forward, seeing Zhang Gonggong and a group of palace servants kneeling down, not daring to move, clearly telling him that the person holding his hand, or rather, holding his life in their grasp, was who.

  Yun Chen Jing stood two steps away from him, seemingly curious about the expression on Xiao Yan's face. After sizing him up with her narrowed blue eyes for a while, she smiled and asked: "Xiao Yu, have you learned to be naughty?"

  Judging from his tone, he didn't blame him at all, but instead was quite pleased that he could be mischievous.

  Huā Mù Róng's little brain was all muddled, what kind of people were this kid's family members, why didn't they scold him like his mother did.

  "Zhang Gonggong." The man behind him, whom his mother had once named "Facial Paralysis Man", spoke in a warm and gentle voice, "Bring a basin of hot water."

  Mr. Zhang immediately ordered two small eunuchs to fetch hot water.

  Huā Mù Róng was like a puppet on strings, being pulled by a large hand to the front of a chair. The white robe swept across the seat and sat down. Huā Mù Róng's small feet wanted to run away, but her arm was tightly grasped, and it seemed as if her life was in someone's palm, how could she not be frightened out of her wits.

  You can feel the slight tremble of Xiao Ge's small arm, like a tiny insect shrinking away. Li Zi's eyebrows slightly furrowed, his gaze falling on his son's small face, as if he had never examined his son so carefully before.

  Huā Mù Róng's throat was blocked with saliva, and her mind started racing. She thought to herself: "I should escape, but looking at the situation now, it seems like I won't be able to get away. If I want to escape, I must first bluff my way past this hurdle."

  Raise your head and look at Li Dongyuan's father. This is the second time we've met since that time in the forest, but it's clear that nothing seems different.

  Her beauty is extraordinary and unconventional, but her expression is like a paralyzed face, neither angry nor fiery, no wonder his mother can't stand the sight of him.

  Poor Lei Dongyuan, having a father like this is worse than his violent mother.

  Mr. Zhang personally carried the copper basin over. Li Zimo tested the water temperature with one hand, and after that, Mr. Zhang put a towel into the copper basin, wrung it out to half-dry, and respectfully handed it to his master.

  Li Zimo gently picked up his son's two small hands, wiped them clean, and then used his fingertips to remove the crumbs from the corner of his lips. Huamu Rong was so scared that her little heart almost jumped out: Is this what that kid said about his dad being very gentle? But why did she only feel that this father was very scary?

  Silent and soundless, unlike his mother who speaks directly, a man with a hidden knife in the dark may suddenly pull out the knife and kill someone.

  Then, several small eunuchs put the table back in its original position and quickly cleaned up the empty bowls and plates on it. Li Zimo wiped his son's little hand clean and asked: "Were all these dishes served to Young Master?"

  The little eunuch did not dare to lie, and replied: "Master, the young master has traveled a long way and said he was hungry, so he asked the imperial kitchen to prepare some snacks."

  Dim Sum?

  Everyone can smell the strong dumpling fragrance.

  "Dumplings, the young master ordered five bowls of dumplings."

  After a moment of silence in the hall, Zhang Gonggong raised his sleeve and slapped the small eunuch on the head: "How did you serve the young master? Five bowls of dumplings, are you trying to make the young master's stomach go bad?"

  The little eunuch felt wronged, but didn't dare to retort, knowing he was in the wrong. He knelt down and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty spare my life, sir, I know I was wrong."

  Huamu Rong saw the little eunuch being beaten, and none of the others made a sound. Her chest was filled with anger, and she remembered her mother's words: "A good man takes responsibility for his actions." She puffed out her cheeks and said, "Don't hit him anymore. I'm the one who told him to do it, it's not his fault, why are you only hitting him and not me?"

  The little eunuch, whose mouth was bruised and swollen, lifted his head and stared blankly at him. Suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes, and he bowed down with both hands: "Young master, it's all this slave's fault."

  "It's all said it wasn't your fault!" Huamu frowned, Mother had said that one cannot wrong an innocent person.

  Zhang Gonggong heard this and knelt down with a cold sweat: "Young master, it's true, it's the old slave's fault."

  What's wrong with these two? Said it wasn't their fault, and they took the blame one by one. The little eyes looked around in a circle again, and the little nose wrinkled: This place, he doesn't like it. No wonder that kid wanted to run away.

  When Xiaoyan unknowingly revealed her ever-changing expressions, two pairs of profound and unfathomable eyes fell upon her, gazing at her with a flowing motion.

  Huā Mù Róng's small nose was sweating, and he felt like he had been exposed. Xiao Bai Lu saw that he was anxious and couldn't help but stop on his shoulder, pecking at his ear with her beak: "Fool, hurry up and find an excuse to run away."

  "Dad—"

  Yi Jue's father, let Lei Zimo quickly turn his face back after taking the tea cup. Yun Chenjing seemed to be startled, covering her slightly open mouth with a fan handle.

  Isn't he that little boy's father? Did he call out to the wrong father?

  Li Zimo's lips slightly curved, seemingly smiling but not quite: "Xiao Yu, this is the imperial palace, you should call him Father Emperor."

  Dad is just dad, what's with the "Father Emperor". Huamurong felt goosebumps all over her skin, this paralyzed man was so annoying. He stiffened his neck: "Father Emperor, I've been sitting in the car for a long time, I want to go sleep."

  The little egret covered its eyes with its feathers: It's really blind, this kid makes a hundred mistakes in one sentence.

  The bird's heart beats thud thud: won't it be recognized as fake after all?

  "Alright, you go to sleep. Your father won't disturb your rest."

  At this moment, there's no escape, what are you waiting for? Huamu Rong blinked and passed through the screen, entered the bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and wrapped himself in the quilt. It seemed that only by doing so could he be temporarily safe.

  Zhang Gong and others looked at his movements, even more worried, and said to Li Zimo: "Your Majesty, the young master is..."

  "Serve the young master well." The tea cup was pressed onto the table, and the white-robed figure stood up, walked to the door, gazed at the flowing clouds on the horizon, with eyes as clear as ink but impossible to discern any details. He instructed, "By the way, if the young master has any requests, report them to me directly."

  "Yes." Zhang Gonggong and his men hastily replied in unison.

  Shaking the white fan, following Li Zimo's departing figure, he suddenly turned back, as if to take a peek behind the screen, and stuck his head next to Zhang Gonggong's ear: "Where did Yifeng go?"

  "Tell Master Baiyun, he is in the stable."

  "Tell him to come and see me."