"Do you know how to?" asked the Emperor.
"Of course I do!" Xiao Jingkong said, patting his little chest.
He combs Xiao Ba’s fur every day!
Xiao Jingkong took a comb from the dressing table, kicked off his shoes, and climbed on to the bed. Standing behind the Emperor, he began to comb the Emperor’s hair.
He did it quite well.
The Emperor was amused and started talking more: "Do you know how to recite poems?"
Xiao Jingkong said, "I do, but I don’t like reciting poems."
The Emperor laughed, "Then what do you like?"
Xiao Jingkong said, "I like singing."
He had just learned a few new songs with Jiaojiao recently.
"Oh?" The Emperor laughed, "You can sing too? Sing a few for me to hear."
"Um..." Xiao Jingkong thought hard and paused his combing.
He summoned a little emotion, raised a small hand, and began to sing with a flair: "The northern wind is blowing~ The snowflakes are drifting~ The snowflakes are drifting~ The New Year is here~ My father goes to dodge the bill~ A whole seven days~"
The Emperor shuddered.
Why such a sad song?
Did he think his mood wasn’t miserable enough?
Xiao Jingkong was extremely immersed in the song, with a look of sorrow in his eyes, and teardrops glistening.
The Emperor could hardly bear to watch: "Can’t you, a child, sing something cheerful?"
"Sure!" Xiao Jingkong switched his emotions in a second, tying the Emperor’s hair into a braid while singing merrily, "Other people’s daughters have flowers to wear~ Your poor father doesn’t have money to buy~ I’ll take down a two-foot red headband~ And tie it up for my darling daughter~ Hey~ tie it up~"
The Emperor’s face darkened with his hair tied into a big braid!
What a mess!
The Emperor felt he couldn’t listen anymore, or he would explode with anger.
"I.. I... I have another song!" Xiao Jingkong cleared his throat, grasped the Emperor’s braid, shivered his petite body, and cried out, "Ya!"
He used too much force, pulling the Emperor’s hair and almost tearing off his scalp!
"Cough, Cough. I got the tune wrong. Let me try again!" Xiao Jingkong gathered himself, his face became serious, and he used all his strength to-
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Yi~ Give it to Lhasa without showing off wealth~
Died~ Killed his father and didn’t say a thing~
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