The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Li Defu stepped forward quickly, pulled his stupid apprentice aside, then leaned forward slightly and retreated silently with Wang Fu.

In an instant, there were only two people left in this space—the sleeping little cub, and Ming Yunqi with a puzzled look on his face.

The little fellow on the bed was restless in his sleep.

The silk quilt that Wang Fu had just carefully adjusted to his sleeping position and covered him tightly was kicked away by the little guy in just a moment.

The plump white legs stretched out from the quilt with a bit of dominance and pressed on the quilt. The whole cub seemed to occupy the territory, lying steadily in the middle of the bed in a diagonal line.

The two little arms were stretched out in a "big" shape, and the little mouth smacked a few times, snoring softly.

Ming Yunqi had never had any experience in taking care of a child, so he couldn't help but frown.

Do all children sleep in such an unrestrained and uninhibited manner?

He frowned slightly, walked forward with some disgust, pulled out the quilt that was pressing the little cub under his body, and threw it casually, and the quilt gently fell on the little guy.

Ming Yunqi slowly sat down beside the bed, staring at the little guy who was still sleeping soundly despite all the torture. For a moment, he felt his hands itchy.

In the end, he couldn't help it, reached out and gently pinched Ming Jiang's chubby cheek.

Looking at Ming Jiang's little face which was somewhat similar to his own, Ming Yunqi's eyes flashed with a trace of trance, as if he saw his childhood self.

When he was three or four years old, his parents were still alive and his family was relatively well off. At that time, his biggest hope every day was for his father to come back from the store early and bring him delicious candied fruits, sweet and sour candied haws, and a variety of snacks.

Whenever it was almost time for his father to come home, he, who had been naughty all day, would say goodbye to his friends who played with him on the street and hurried back home covered in mud.

Then, the gentle mother would take off his dirty clothes with a look of disgust on her face as she helped herself and turned around to take out a set of new clothes that had already been washed from the box. Although she scolded him for being naughty, her hands never stopped and she quickly changed him into clean clothes.

After changing his clothes, he ran to the door, sat upright on the threshold, looked towards the entrance of the alley expectantly, waiting for his father to appear.

Usually, my father would not come home until the sun sets and the night quietly covers the earth.

His father would always pick him up from the doorstep with a smile on his face, let him ride high on his neck, and then hand him the snacks he bought for him. Then the father and son would go to find their mother together.

In addition to the snacks for him, his father would also bring back some exquisite rouge and powder for his mother. His mother would always pretend to be angry and say that his father was wasting money, but in fact, she regarded the things his father bought for her as treasures and loved them very much.

As for the father, he just stood there with a silly smile, letting the mother nag him. In the end, he would happily admit his mistake to her, but the next time, he would still bring back various gifts for her as always.

Ming Yunqi was immersed in memories of the past, and the expression on his face unconsciously became gentle.

Because of this, when he wasn't paying attention, the movements of his hands unconsciously became more intense.

The little cub seemed to feel uncomfortable and uttered a few dissatisfied grunts, then stretched out his little hand and slapped Ming Yunqi on the back of his hand.

This suddenly brought Ming Yunqi back to his senses from his memories.

He looked closely and saw a red fingerprint left by his own pinching on the cub's white face.

His Majesty, who is usually so majestic and has the final say, now feels a little guilty.

He felt that he didn't use much strength. How come the little guy's skin was so delicate?

He hurriedly took out the small medicine bottle that he had carefully kept in his arms, gently dropped a drop of medicine on his hand, and then carefully rubbed Ming Jiang's red face with his fingers.

After a while, the little cub's white and chubby face recovered.

It's strange to say, as Ming Yunqi's fingers touched Ming Jiang's cheek, an inexplicable force slowly flowed into Ming Jiang's body along the place where the two people touched, and went straight to wrap around the colorful little beast in his sea of ​​consciousness.

With the help of this power, the wounds on the little animal's body began to heal little by little. Although the speed was extremely slow, it was obvious that the little animal, which had been trembling from time to time after falling asleep, gradually calmed down as if it had been comforted by something.

Ming Jiang seemed to feel the warmth and comfort in her sleep. She couldn't help but stretch out her little hands and hugged Ming Yunqi's big hands tightly, rubbing her little face against his big hands.

Ming Yunqi was stunned by his sudden action, and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand out, but after trying, he found that he couldn't pull it out at all, and the little hand held his big hand tightly. He sighed helplessly, but his heart couldn't help but soften a little.

Finally, he seemed to have given up and allowed the cub to hold him without struggling any more.

It was a quiet night, with everything silent except for the cub's steady and gentle breathing echoing softly in the air.

Ming Yunqi couldn't help but yawn when he heard the voice. He slowly took off his shoes and leaned sideways on Ming Jiang's bed. The bed was wide, and it seemed more than enough for Ming Yunqi to lie on it.

Perhaps feeling the heat source beside her, Ming Jiang subconsciously and slowly arched into Ming Yunqi's arms, like a newborn puppy looking for milk, and stretched out her little hands to hug Ming Yunqi's thin waist.

Ming Yunqi's arms were freed by his embrace. He untied his robe and casually placed it on the side of the bed. Then he picked up the quilt that Ming Jiang had kicked to the corner and gently covered them with it.

Gradually, sleepiness came like a tide, and Ming Yunqi slowly fell asleep.

Li Defu outside the door listened quietly to the noise inside. When he heard the noise gradually died down, he carefully opened the door to check.

Seeing two figures slightly bulging on the bed, he knew in his heart that the emperor would sleep with the little prince tonight. So he quietly closed the door.

"Master, why is His Majesty coming to the little prince's place so late?" Wang Fu asked in confusion.

"You are such a fool. How can you ask about His Majesty's whereabouts? Your duty is to take good care of His Majesty. Don't worry about other unnecessary things, and don't ask about them. Do you understand?"

Li Defu looked at Wang Fu, who looked bewildered, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Forget it, it's useless to say anything. Just remember to take good care of the little prince."

"Oh, I understand. I will take good care of you, my little prince."

Looking at his silly apprentice, Li Defu's eyes flashed with envy.

How could such a good thing happen to this silly boy?

The silly Wang Fu might not have realized at this moment that being favored by the young prince was probably the luckiest thing in his life.

As long as he takes good care of the little prince, the little prince will become his lifelong amulet.