Wu Sidao didn't want Little Fugua to kill someone at such a young age. This was a bad mentality. The child was young, and if he turned black, it would be no small matter. After all, the child was too young, and excessive pressure would ruin the child's life.

But on the other hand, he felt that as a politician, it would be a joke not to have human lives on his hands.

Politicians are sometimes far more ferocious than generals.

He said: "We must go with the trend and not go against it. To directly attack the opponent yourself is a bad idea and not something a smart person would do."

Little Fugua raised her little eyebrows and actually gained some momentum, saying, "Sir, are you saying that Ama is not smart?"

Wu Sidao: "..."

How can I say this easily, even though it is true!

Little Fugua said: "I'm very sad. I get angry when I see him. I always think about it, I don't want to bear it, I feel uncomfortable..."

Wu Sidao said, "There are some things that you keep in mind and keep in mind every day. It's you who are in pain. Why don't you let it go first? While you are alive, we will always have the opportunity to realize your wishes, one by one. You should learn now to let go and

This thing, like this cup, doesn't need to be held in front of your eyes all the time, put it in this cabinet and take it out when needed."

Wu Sidao said: "Come, come and clean up the warehouse with me."

He asked Little Fugua to learn to let go for an hour.

He really couldn't see his hatred for Hong Jin, so he let it go.

If you don't let go, you will die from exhaustion.

Little Fugua said that he no longer had any love for antiques. He felt tired after putting them down and his arms were sore. He was even more tired than lifting a bow and arrow.

After the little Fugua left, Wu Sidao had to put everything he had put down back to its original place, thinking about it while putting it away.

At the age of six, the prince was forced to grow up. Isn't his life too cruel?

However, the joyful life in Prince Tun's palace will only turn a born politician into a happy waste.

Life is always a dilemma.

...

Even if Lao Shi doesn't allow others to say anything to Yuan Wense, Yuan Wense sees his son every five days and his son loses weight.

Now the eldest son and his four younger brothers have completely different styles.

Can't you tell that this is a bitch?

It's just extremely distressing.

"Master, can you think of a way to stop little Fugua from going to school in the palace? Otherwise, it will be a few years later. It would be too pitiful."

Lao Shi said: "I asked Dr. Li, it doesn't have much to do with the follow-up. Xiao Fu Gua is having a seizure. Generally, children will grow taller and become thinner by this time. It is normal."

The original text said: "I will take the children to bed tonight."

Old Ten said: "Okay, you can nurse him back to health, and he will sleep with us when he comes back."

Although it stands to reason, this is definitely not possible.

Men and women have different seats at the age of seven. Little Momo is seven years old, so now he doesn't have the same restrictions as in previous years to come to the Prince of London's mansion.

As for the mother, her son, who moved to the front yard at the age of six and lives independently, is never allowed to sleep with his mother.

Lao Shi is very familiar with this.

Apparently the little Fugua sleeps in his own yard, but in reality, he is brought to Yuan Wense's place while he is half asleep.

The original text is to recuperate in the installation space.

After Yuan Wense became pregnant, she didn't make much space for other children because the burden was heavy.

But seeing how thin Little Fugua was, it was impossible for her not to be worried.

Little Fugua slept deeply in the space, and Yuan Wense slept even more deeply outside the space. The next morning, Yuan Wense almost didn't wake up.

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Chapter completed!