Little Fugua looked at Wu Sidao eagerly, feeling that this was not fun, too tiring, and didn't want to do it anymore.

Anyway, the baby has never suffered so much in his life.

Wu Sidao made a gesture and asked someone to prepare milk and snacks aside.

The milk and snacks are specially prepared at home.

It looks like yellow porridge, black steamed buns with burnt rings, and pickles with radish strips that are common in the countryside.

In fact, it is refined rice milk paste made by Yuan Wense with some sweet corn juice added, steamed black rice with chicken and mutton blood and three delicacies soup. It doesn't look like much, but tastes great.

The servants on the other side all ate big meat buns and mutton soup, a highly recognizable and delicious dish that made common people salivate.

The few servants and girls nearby, such as the drum opera performers, are all specially trained, and they are specially selected to be honest and have nice voices.

"Our baby, the prince, has been on a vegetarian diet since his mother fell ill, and even stopped breastfeeding. Hey, this prince is not an ordinary person. He has been sincere and filial since he was a child."

"Yes, if it were another child, you wouldn't be able to teach him how to understand. He usually lives in fine clothes and fine food, but instead of having simple meals, there are only a few capable ones. Not to mention that the servants around him still eat such delicious food."

"That's right, someone else would have made a scene, and that would be our prince."

"No wonder the emperor granted him the title of Crown Prince long ago. This is the first of his kind. Who else can have this title?"

After the little Fugua finished eating, she said coquettishly to Grandma Jin Yezi: "It hurts, my feet hurt."

Aunt Jin Ye asked someone to get some water to wash her feet, and her feet were really blistered.

At that moment, she glanced at Wu Sidao silently, gritted her teeth, and suppressed her anger in her heart.

This gentleman must be crazy about being famous, and he insists on forcing the baby prince to do this.

Aunt Jin Yeye said: "Master, let's go to our house. This is too much. Take a day off and remember this. You can come back to kowtow tomorrow."

Little Fugua rested her head on Grandma Jinye's shoulder and meowed: "I want my mother-in-law!"

Grandma Jin Yezi asked: "What?"

"I need my mother to wake up!" Xiao Fugua said aggrievedly: "The baby hurts."

Wu Sidao felt strongly that he was doubting life. He dragged such a young and pure child into this worldly and dirty circle. Was he out of his mind? If he really let the child break his feet or break his legs today,

No need for Duke Dun to kill him, he already wants to kill himself.

He made a gesture to the people, and a group of servants and maids stood in two rows and knelt down in front of Little Fugua.

"I sincerely ask the prince to go back to his hometown to rest and come back tomorrow to pray for Fu Jin."

A group of people said it three times in a row, each time louder than the last time.

"Look, who is that? Who is that?"

"It's Zi Gu. Zi Gu Zhenren."

Zigu, who looked like a kind-hearted person, walked up to Little Fugua.

"This is the Crown Prince of Dunjun, right?"

"Hello, Master Zigu." Xiao Fugua looked at Wu Sidao, and finally just gave him a hand gesture. This was a high-level gesture, and he was completely in the style of an adult Prince of Dunjun.

"Your Majesty, good luck." Master Zi Gu lowered her head with a smile, her eyebrows were kind and her eyes were kind, she was so amiable.

"Where did the prince come from?"

Little Fugua seemed a little tender at this time. He, what he said was not that complete. Half of what he said had to be completed by guessing, "My mother is sleeping, the baby is kowtowing, my mother is awake, happy!"
Chapter completed!