Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 16
Fu Chen asked the housekeeper, "Where's Dad?"

The housekeeper shook his head, "Go back to the princess, I don't know."

Fu Chen wanted to get out of bed to find someone, but was stopped by everyone.

"My lord, you have just recovered from a serious illness and your body is weak. It is late autumn and the wind is cold, so you can't see the wind." The imperial physician advised.

"Princess." Sui Ying squatted in front of Fu Chen.

Fu Chen lay on his back, wrapped in a cloak.Being carried by him to where she wanted to go.

There is no bedroom, no study.Concubine Liu didn't know, and neither did Mr. Teacher.

Fuchen noticed that the mansion was a bit empty, and the number of attendants was a bit small.

"Sui Ying, do you know that the number of hidden guards in the mansion has changed?" Fu Chen asked.

Sui Ying shook her head, "I don't have that ability. But I know that on the second day of the princess's illness, most of the guards in custody have been lost, so I can take the opportunity to escape."

The next day... Fuchen couldn't help lowering his eyebrows, and gave up so early.

For a month in a row, Fuchen did not see the regent.He seems to have disappeared.

No one knows where he went.

Fu Chen keeps his body in the house every day.The wind and snow had already fallen, so she could only lie on the window and take a small look.

Just opening the door for a gust of wind can give her a headache and cold hands and feet.

The palace sent many condolences.The prince went to the mansion to express condolences, but was directly blocked by Fuchen.

She was angry.

I don't know why I was so angry, but I saw that the prince would lose one year of life at a glance, and he would roll his eyes when he heard the sound.

For a whole month, the Prince Regent suddenly appeared in Nuanxiang Pavilion.

Goose feathers and heavy snow are flying down, and the world is white except the sky is black.

Fuchen heard the sound and ran down to open the door.

The moment they looked at each other, in a trance, the sea has changed, and things have changed.

The regent stood in the snow wearing a wolf fur cloak, and the snow was blowing freely.His eyebrows and eyes are like ink splashes, making it difficult to paint.

Fu Chen was dressed in a red coat, with her small hands lying on the door, staring at the person, her eyes misty with tears.

"Daddy!" she whimpered and ran over.

The frozen "sculpture" moved, took two steps forward, squatted down and hugged the person.The whole body is put in the arms, and the cloak blocks the cold wind.

The regent's face was pressed against his face, his unshaven beard rubbed against his immature face, the warm temperature showed anger, filling the emptiness in his heart.

Tears also fell.

"I'm sorry." The regent's voice was deep and powerful, mixed with mountains and rivers, hiding darkness and blood.

"It's okay. Qianqian is okay." Fuchen's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he was still smiling, "Qianqian, I can live to a thousand years old, long live, ten thousand years old."

The regent looked at his little Qianqian, tears fell between his teeth.Thumb gently wiped away the tears, "Daddy is sorry for you."

Fuchen buried himself in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "No. It's Qianqian's fault. Qianqian is naughty. He's not a good boy."

The regent picked him up, walked into the house, put him on the bed, and wrapped him in a thick quilt.

"No. Qianqian is the most proud princess of this king." The muscles on the regent's face bulged slightly, his eagle eyes softened the boundary, and he smiled encouragingly.

Those eyebrows and eyes are so gentle that the heaven, earth and galaxy can accommodate them.

Fu Chen laughed.

With a relaxed expression, he suddenly thought of what happened before, and unconsciously developed a temper, pouted, "I'm sick, why isn't Daddy by my side?"

The regent took off his cloak, changed into a wind-cold suit, sat by the bed, lowered his eyebrows, and did not answer.

Fuchen watched quietly.

The regent thought about it, "Daddy, you are a coward."

The dust is unknown.But when she met those weather-beaten eyes, she seemed to understand.

Fu Chen leaned over, sat in his arms, and asked calmly, "Is Daddy gone?"

The regent was silent for two breaths, "I will take that group of private soldiers to your fief to search for a mountain to determine the tomb and dig the mausoleum."

Fuchen held his head up, looking at the beard on the top, like a black forest.He stretched out his hand and scratched it, but he was stabbed.Can't help laughing out loud.

The sound is as crisp as a bell.

In the cold winter and heavy snow, it looks like a gardenia swaying.

The regent laughed too.

The heavy topic is lightly lifted.

Fuchen didn't ask why he was awake for so many days, why he came here so late.Don't even think about how he spends his days these days.

I just want to live every day well and spend time with him quietly.

Throughout the winter, the regent accompanied Fuchen to keep in good health.

His rhythm also slowed down.

They drank nourishing soup with various supplements together, and wrapped themselves tightly in the house together.

Read books and copywriting together, and struggle with problems together.

In the deep winter, many big trees in the yard were covered with white snow and dropped their branches.

The regent hugged Fuchen and looked up at a big tree.

The big tree is a banyan tree with a history of a hundred years. The trunk is as thick as a cow, and the outer skin is decayed and peeled off.

"Qianqian, this tree is dying, how do you save it?" the regent asked.

Fuchen looked at the big tree, its branches were bare.It was among the first big trees whose branches were crushed by snow.The bare branches are dark yellow and shriveled, with little moisture.

The whole tree is like this.It looks thick and mighty on the outside, but the inside has been hollowed out, and it can be broken in the middle by the wind, and its life is like thin paper.

At this moment, she thought of herself.

"I can't save it." Fuchen said firmly, "The damned thing must die."

The regent smiled, "It must be saved."

"Qianqian, this tree is like our country. The wind and snow are like foreign enemies."

"Foreign enemies are waiting for an opportunity. The entire trunk of the big tree has been hollowed out."

"Above the temple, the rotten wood is the official, and among the majesty of the palace, the beasts eat the salary; the wolf-hearted and dog-like people are in power, and the servile and servant-servant people are in charge of the government one after another."

"The wind and snow are swaying, and the foundation of the country is unstable."

"It's a pity that our rulers can't see these things."

"The prince is obsessed with the power of the harem, with a narrow mind and no dignity of a brave man."

"Afterwards, the empress played the role of a weasel. She suppressed concubines and princes in the palace, and acted dignified with a smile. When she left the harem, she heard the wind and rain, and was played by the evil officials headed by Zhang Shangshu."

"Qianqian, I don't have to save her. But at that time, who will suffer?"

"The world rises and falls, and the people suffer."

"It's me, if I let go, not to mention that Zhang Shangshu secretly killed me, the crown prince will ignore Huanglingkou, and all the soldiers and horses I take over will be easily let go and killed by the enemy."

"This is what's ahead of us."

"So, we must break through and be strong."

"I'm not afraid of the fall of the country, but I'm afraid of the faint king."

The regent looked up at the big tree, and several attendants were chopping the tree with axes, planning to break the tree in half.

"Qianqian, remember: My power is given by the people."

"My glory is given by soldiers who believe in me."

"I can't help it."

"It must be saved too."

Fuchen listened quietly, feeling that his body was covered with mountains.

She lay quietly on his shoulder, her soft cheek pressed against his shoulder.

A hundred-year-old tree has a hollow trunk, only a small opening is dug in the trunk, and the opening is split to lead to other hollows.With just a dozen axes, the trunk fell by itself.

The attendants dug the roots of the tree deeply to remove the rotten roots that were visible to the naked eye.

After one operation, apply agricultural fertilizer and wrap it in rags to keep warm.

The regent taught, "Like a big tree that is about to die, you see a few rotten roots, dig deep, and you will see a pile of rotten roots."

"The root system is tangled and entangled, and it goes deep into various places, making it difficult to get in."

"If you want to change the status quo, you must cut off the wrists of a strong man and cut down the corruption.

"Give more time and cultivate slowly."

"Continuously, in ten or twenty years, the tree will die."

"Broken, after a few springs and autumns, this tree will be born again."

Fuchen nodded ignorantly, supporting the regent's decision.

(End of this chapter)