On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

Recently, there have been two major events in the palace!

One is that King Gemin colluded with Long Duolun, the minister of the bodyguards, for rebellion, and is being held in the prison for release;

The second is that the king brought back a little vixen from outside the palace.

Rebellion is a crime of treason and immorality, and it deserves death.

However, the relationship between Gemin and the king has something different inside story.

It seems that no one knows the birth mother of King Xuanbei.

It was rumored that the woman whom the former king liked during his southern tour, was a married woman for the first time, but after being forcibly taken into the palace, she was unhappy, and hanged herself when Xuanbei was a baby.The former king lost his beauty, and since then no one is allowed to mention famous and taboo deeds;

Some people also said that she was just a mediocre court lady who climbed onto the dragon bed while the king was drunk, dreaming of the glorious dream of flying up the branches and turning into a phoenix.

The flickering candlelight all night was as beautiful as poetry and painting. At dawn, the late king woke up and was furious.In the end, this woman had no choice but to give birth to a dragon son, and then she either died on the bed or was sent to the cold palace without any further news.

Xuanbei grew up under the name of Concubine Qianru since he was six years old.

Concubine Ru was unable to conceive, and later adopted Ge Min, whose step mother died of illness.

In this way, the two are brothers in need, but it is a pity that their temperament and political views have always been at odds, and now they are in a life-and-death situation for the throne.

Inside and outside the walls of the palace, tens of thousands of eyes are eagerly waiting to see how Xuanbei should deal with these traitors of the king's brother.

It was the middle of the night, and the current Empress Dowager Ru personally sent a bowl of pear water chestnut soup and two baskets of sweet-scented osmanthus steamed cakes to the Zhengqing Hall.

"The night is very cold and frosty, so the queen mother does not have to come in person."

Xuanbei sits on a golden nanmu chair, holds a red lacquered gilt-painted Kui-phoenix tube and a pen in his hand, and hangs down his head to review numerous scrolls.

The candle was bleary, covering half of his stern face.With sword eyebrows, thin lips and narrow eyes, he was born with a hard, cold-blooded and unfeeling face.

"I heard that my son has never stopped handling government affairs. The queen mother is quite concerned about it." The queen mother Ru is over fifty, wearing a black brocade dress and a fox fur, she looks dignified and dignified.Smiling lightly, the agate phoenix-shaped steps in the bun swayed gently.

Xuanbei didn't raise his head, "I'm afraid the empress mother has other things on her mind."

The Empress Dowager Ru smiled, "Since your father and king left, the Empress Mother has not cooked for a long time. On a whim tonight, I prepared some soup for you. I hope you can still eat it. Use some, don't forget to rest, Empress Mother I won't miss your time any more."

After a few words, the queen mother stopped talking and left slowly.

Xuanbei glanced at the two plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, his eyes were deep.

"Goo-"

The young man beside him was staring at the food, and murmured: "I'm hungry."

Mr. Yan, who has been with you for decades, immediately raised the old folds in his eyes and gave him a wink.

The half-grown boy pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly: "The servant is hungry."

Xuanbei looked up, his expression relaxed, "Come here."

He immediately walked over happily, reaching out to grab some snacks, but instead he was caught by a rough, warm hand

Old Man Yan's eyelids twitched, and he knelt down to plead guilty.

The child in a large dark green palace suit had his hair draped over his head. The black hair was as smooth as satin, with tiny curls at the ends.White skin and full of snow, bright and beautiful eyebrows, 14 years old, eight//nine years old, five-year-old heart.

It was Yu Zijin who was brought into the palace by Xuanbei three days ago, a well-known little fox in the court.

Old Man Yan couldn't figure out King Xuanbei's intentions.

No one knows.

He was just ordered to teach him those complicated rules in the palace, but this child is really not smart enough, he can't remember everything, even standing in front of today's emperor, he still pulls his sleeves and fiddles with his fingers, which is really out of character.

Wang neither pursued Yu Zijin's lack of manners, nor ordered the old man to stop preaching every day.

Yu Zijin waited in the palace during the day, and seemed to sleep in the dragon couch at night, accompanying the king all the time, without a name or a title.

Old Man Yan dare not belittle Yu Zijin, nor allow him to always offend Yu Zijin, secretly treating him like a young master in his heart.

After three days, the child knows that the monarch and his ministers should not intervene in the discussion, but when they see delicious and interesting rare things, they are easy to forget their origins, and the ignorant and fearless want to take them.

Is it the land of the king in the whole world, how can children with yellow hair be allowed to covet the things of the emperor?

Old Man Yan's thoughts were tossed, he didn't know how long his life expectancy would be, and whether he would end up with this son.

"Forgive me, the old slave is incompetent." Old Man Yan lowered his eyebrows and pleaded guilty.

"I was originally a naughty child, so it's rare to be able to behave like this in just three days." Xuanbei smiled, and said: "It is enough to know some personnel and things, and you don't need to be called a slave. You just restrain him. It's useless to force him."

Old Man Yan thought about these words secretly, when he looked up he saw the little master was sitting on the king's lap at some point, playing with the brush in novelty, and opened his mouth to bite the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was near his mouth.

Horrified in his heart, his face remained calm, Mr. Yan retreated wisely.

There is only one open fire left in the palace, and a pair of affectionate people.

"Thirsty." Yu Zijin put away the pen, her big eyes locked tightly on the pear and water chestnut soup, this time she didn't reach out her hand, she just clasped Xuanbei's sleeve and shook it again and again.

Xuanbei shook his head: "I can't drink this soup."

Yu Zijin didn't believe it or not, and came out of his arms like a soft and boneless cat to serve soup.

Xuanbei narrowed his eyes slightly, half revealing his evil look.He raised his hand and swept it, and the white jade porcelain bowl shattered.The soup and water splashed on the ground without any heat coming out.

Although the people of the Ling clan are thin and small, Yu Zijin's current appearance is not as good.

Mostly because he survived on leftovers, cold roasting, half-starvation, and half-satisfaction, he was dry and meatless, gluttonous and lazy.

The hardships in the past 14 years are not just as calm as Yu Xiangyu Qing'an said.

He didn't care about hot and cold, but he was just hungry. Seeing all the good pear soup poured on the ground at this time, he covered his eyes with water for a moment, and turned his face to stare at Xuanbei fiercely, like a cub protecting food.

The little father-in-law who was guarding outside the hall was surprised to hear the sound, and asked anxiously, "How is Wang Ke'an?"

"Nothing." Xuanbei and Yu Zijin looked at each other, and said, "Order the imperial dining room to bring some hot soup and hot food."

"promise."

Hearing the father-in-law outside responding to leave, Yu Zijin's eyes brightened, hesitating for a moment and gradually let go of the look of hatred, and then approached Xuanbei affectionately.

Xuanbei hugged him again, and fed him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.His eyes touched the broken tiles, and he said softly: "Shungu will prosper, Nigu will perish. Zijin, do you remember?"

The tone is flat and gentle, with a hidden meaning of deterrence, and the words are earnest.

Yu Zijin rolled his eyes, swallowed the food in his mouth, stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick Xuanbei's fingers, his fair face was full of docile dependence, pure and harmless.

"Not as intelligent, but more than keen." Xuanbei pinched his face maliciously.

Not long after, the steaming food was served one by one, filling the table which was not small.

Yu Zi moved his body, stretched his neck to look around, his eyes were curved, and he was very happy.

However, he still cared about Xuanbei, he didn't dare to take food rashly, and only looked at Xuanbei with Shui Lingling's eyes.

"Eat."

Xuanbei covered his snow-white neck with one hand, rubbed his fingers carefully, and his mind went elsewhere.

On a bitterly cold day, a bowl of cold soup.

Who dares to respond to this love?

How can this soup be drunk casually?

Xuanbei smiled coldly: Osmanthus cake was also a favorite of the late king. Back then, Empress Dowager Ru cooked and prepared the cake twice in three days. There were three copies, the late king, him and Ge Min.Now that the late king has gone, I gave him two dishes, so it's not a warning to him that he should first remember his brother's old love, and second, he should be afraid of killing each other and causing the resentment of the undead.

"I—" Yu Zijin paused, and then muttered: "The servant is full."

Yu Zijin rubbed her swollen belly, sat in Xuanbei's arms contentedly, and yawned a little.

"You don't need to call him a slave anymore." Xuan Bei touched his face, and suddenly asked, "Are you literate?"

It's easy to feel sleepy after eating and drinking, Yu Zijin half-closed his eyes and shook his head.

Xuan Bei grabbed his bare hand with vertical and horizontal scars, and used his fingers as a pen to write a stroke.

"I can't remember." Yu Zijin was very tired, her voice was sweet and soft, like a stream of warmth.

"Sooner or later you will learn, especially this word."

Xuanbei smiled slightly, and the smile was full of deepness.He covered Yu Zijin's eyes with his hands, and said: Go to sleep.

Yu Zijin rubbed her hands obediently, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep clutching her sleeves.

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Nuo Da Palace, faintly heard the whimpering wind blowing the door frame outside the window, as if weeping.

Xuanbei didn't let go of the soft little hand in his hand, and wrote that word slowly and deeply again and again.

In the early morning of the second day, the king issued a decree in the Zhengqing Hall:

The rebels Long Duolun and Prince Gemin failed to live up to the grace of God, and tried to force the palace to plot rebellion while Wang Zhengzheng was out.

The relatives were implicated in vain, and their lives were spared. The five generations were not allowed to be officials or generals, and all of them were exiled outside the pass.

The author has something to say:

emmmmmmm....

It seems to be the overbearing emperor's attack

It's not like the overbearing emperor's attack

It seems to be soft

It doesn't seem to be soft and cute

Probably

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Deep scheming, clear rewards and punishments (?) pervert king attack