He teased me very much when he was treating illnesses [Quick Transmigration]

All the people who served beside Tang Song fell to their knees, and their tone was even and steady: "See the emperor."

A deep monophonic word, without saying a word, those chilling eyes stared at Tang Song and the child on the table without blinking.

The child shrank straight into Tang Song's arms, his body trembling slightly, his eyes wandering, but he didn't dare to look in the direction of the door.

Tang Song hugged him tighter, raised his head and shouted: "Father." After meeting those sharp eagle eyes, he wanted to hug the child on his lap aside.

But the child was a little heavy, and he was a little soft-handed. After trying several times, he couldn't pick it up, and his face began to feel shy and flushed.

"Don't move." Yu Wenjie, who came in, sat down on the stool next to Tang Song leisurely, picked up Fu Dongsheng easily, and handed Fu Dongsheng to the eunuch in charge behind him: "Fukang."

Fukang in the back hung the floating dust in the crook of his arm and reached out to take it.

Probably the child has good eyesight, knowing that the situation in front of him is not something he can object to, so he is hugged by Fukang obediently.

Without the eye-catching Fu Dongsheng, Yu Wenjie hugged Tang Song onto his lap.

"Why so light?" He frowned with a heroic brow, with a serious expression.

Tang Song was taken aback. Even in his memory, Yu Wenyi was taken care of by the other party since he was a child, but it was different from his personal experience. Moreover, this body was a boy of fourteen or five years old, which was so amazing. Sitting on his lap, even if he is his own father, it makes him extremely awkward.

"Why don't you talk?" Seeing that he didn't say a word, Yu Wenjie asked again, but his tone was much better than before: "Didn't you eat well recently?"

Tang Song twisted his body, trying to slide off those strong thighs.

As soon as the toes touched the carpet, the hand on the waist was hooked back again.

"Father, my son wants to sit by himself." Tang Song said.

"You used to sit like this." Yu Wenjie said something wrong, but even a fool could hear the meaning of rejection in it.

He picked up the jade chopsticks that Tang Song had put on the table, picked up a light pink shrimp, and tasted the taste first, and when he found that the taste was light and just right, he picked up another one and handed it to Tang Song's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Seeing that Tang Song didn't eat for a long time, he couldn't help urging: "Do you still want Father to wait for you for a meal?"

Tang Song felt that in Yu Wenjie's eyes, he was just a baby.

But he is not: "My son can eat by himself."

Yu Wenjie's mild expression finally disappeared, and he ate the shrimp blankly, chewing slowly.

Tang Song could clearly see his jaw moving up and down.

The entire hall was eerily quiet, the little Anzis were still kneeling on the ground and never got up, no one dared to move, just quietly observed the two sitting masters, praying in their hearts that the seventh prince would not provoke the emperor to anger.

"You figure it out yourself, how many days have you not seen me?" Yu Wenjie finally spoke, but his tone was still cold: "Seven days! I haven't seen you for seven days!"

"I summoned you two days ago, and you said that you were unwell. I thought you were weak and really needed to be nourished, so I didn't pursue it."

He turned Tang Song's upper body to face him, stroking the soft hair hanging behind his back with his broad palm, his movements were very gentle, and looked at Tang Song with deep eyes: "Among so many children, the one I love the most is You, why do you get more and more distant from me as you grow up?"

That's no nonsense!Who can stand your kindness.

Tang Song was so awkward.

He could see the love for him in the eyes of the other party, but which young man could accept that his father treated him like a three-year-old child?

Tang Song didn't know how to answer those words, so he hung his head and didn't answer.

This made Yu Wenjie very angry, and said with all his heart, "Xiao Qi, look at me."

When Tang Song looked up at him, he said again: "Are you tired of me? That's why you picked up such a little thing for fun?"

He pointed to Fu Dongsheng who was waiting quietly in Fukang's arms.

"no!"

Tang Song held his forehead, and seeing Yu Wenjie's ferocious expression, he had no doubt that if he confessed, the child would probably be thrown far away, and if he was more cruel, this person might disappear in this world.

"If not, then remember to come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to report every day. If you haven't come for two consecutive days, I will call someone again to move your things back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

The implication is that if you don't come to see me for two consecutive days, then continue to move in and live with me, so that you don't have to run back and forth every day.

For some reason, this topic ran farther and farther. After Yu Wenjie got the reply he wanted, the cold and hard outline softened a little, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up a shrimp again: "Eat it."

This time Tang Song didn't dare to refuse anymore, so he swallowed the shrimp with the other's hand.

Yu Wenjie's mood also began to turn from cloudy to sunny, and he said to the crowd kneeling behind him: "Get up."

From the corner of the eye, he caught sight of Fu Dongsheng again, and while feeding Tang Song, he said, "This is the proton sent by Qianfeng Kingdom, right? I'm not staying in Huaixi courtyard, why did I come here?"

"I saw it when I passed by the Royal Garden, and I felt pitiful, so I brought it here." Tang Song followed his gaze and glanced at the child.

Unexpectedly, when he saw those lovely and pitiful eyes, he remembered that the other party had only eaten a little, and he should still be hungry now.

He was thinking about how to coax Yu Wenjie away quickly.

Yu Wenjie knew the original process a long time ago, and when he mentioned it at this time, he just wanted Tang Song to tell him by himself.

Now that Tang Song said it himself, he said it lightly: "Xiao Qi, what you have to do in the palace is to be cautious in your words and deeds. Although I protect you, I can't protect you in every aspect. You have to know, There are many people who want to harm you in this place."

"My son knows."

"I told you not to call yourself a son-in-law in front of me, life and death are tight."

"Xiaoqi knows."

"Well, good." He nodded in satisfaction.

The action of hand-feeding is non-stop.

Tang Song has a bad stomach and eats slowly. It took Yu Wenjie a long time to feed him a little food. It took more than half an hour to finish the lunch.

"When Taifu Wang comes to see me, I will leave first, Xiaoqi, don't forget to promise me."

Yu Wenjie finally put Tang Song back on the stool.

Fukang who was behind hurriedly put the child into Xiao Anzi's arms, and took the black feather satin cloak embroidered with gold silk from the hand of the little eunuch following behind.

Put it on for Yu Wenjie carefully.

Tang Song got up and wanted to see him off, but he waved his hand to stop him: "It's cold outside, don't come out if you're wearing so much."

Tang Song stopped obediently.

Yu Wenjie finally touched the back of Tang Song's head and said, "I'm leaving."

"Congratulations to send the emperor."

Tang Song bent down and gave an unorthodox salute, thinking in his heart that you should stop haggling like this.

The child behind was so hungry that his face was as white as a piece of paper.

When the mighty guard of honor disappeared at the gate of the palace, Tang Song quickly turned around to look at the child.

"Let's go get some lunch."

As soon as the words fell, a court lady ran out immediately.

In early spring, the air was very humid, and the palace was lit with warm earth dragons. The Tianji Palace where Tang Song lived was especially warm.

He only wore a thin coat, and sat on the couch with the child in his arms, chatting.

What Yu Wenjie said just now also reminded him.

Children of this age should be able to read and write.

He has a separate tutor who comes to teach him from time to time. In the past, he had Yu Wenjie's careful teaching, but the children did not.

"Xiaosheng, I just heard from my father that you are the proton sent by Qianfeng Kingdom, so your family members are all in Qianfeng Kingdom, right?"

The child nodded, with an embarrassed expression on his face, because he was the one who was abandoned by his mother, emperor, and father.

"Then tell brother, how old are you?"

"Can not remember."

Another string of transparent liquid made the child's slightly dark and rough face crystal clear.

Tang Song sighed, why did he love to cry so much?

He wiped away the tears that had flowed down the child's chin, and he didn't dare to mention the matter of Qianfeng Kingdom anymore.

However, his age still needs to be clarified.

Tang Song called Xiao Anzi.

"Help me see how old he is."

"Yes."

Xiao Anzi carefully observed the child's facial features, then stretched out his hand to touch the bones, and said with certainty, "It's about ten to eleven years old."

Still so young, in modern times he is still in primary school.

It is an age suitable for cultivation.

Tang Song began to plan the future of the child who looked at him ignorantly in his arms. In this era, a good young man basically needs to be able to both civil and military skills, and both civil and military skills are the best.

Of course this is the most basic.

Tang Song has never had any experience in raising children. What he thinks in his heart is that the children he raises should be better than others. Apart from the most basic civil and martial arts, it is best to have everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After that, he will learn medical skills with Xiao Anzi It's even more perfect.

These are not things he can teach.

But the master in the study can teach.

"Xiaosheng, tomorrow I will talk to my father, why don't you go to the study room for class?"

Tang Song said.

"Is my brother with me?"

In just half a day, Fu Dongsheng had already attached himself to Tang Song. His brother and brother shouted as if they were his own, and his tone was affectionate, and he was extremely dependent on Tang Song.

"We can be together." Tang Song thought for a while and said, he really didn't have the experience of taking classes in the study room.

Kind of curious.

"Brother go, I'll go."

The child raised his head and showed a sweet smile, but the next second he bowed his head shyly.

The hall was getting hotter and hotter, and Tang Song was already sweating. He slightly opened his collar, revealing his white and thin chest.

The child's gaze subconsciously looked towards the white area.

"I heard from my father that you used to live in Huaixi courtyard, so you can live with me from now on. Is there anything important there? Or is there anyone who takes care of you?"

"There are people who take care of me."

"What's your name? I'll ask Xiao Anzi to bring her over and continue to take care of you."

Tang Song's tone became a little anxious. He wanted to ask the people in Qianfeng Kingdom whether Fu Dongxin and this child were brothers. If so, how was he doing in Qianfeng Kingdom?

Oh, that must be bad, otherwise how could his happiness index be zero.

However, the result of this question made him very disappointed. The people from Qianfeng Kingdom had already been wiped out by Yu Wenjie, openly and secretly, except for the prince who was to be put on the bright side, who was still dying.

And this little palace lady who took care of Fu Dongsheng was just looking at the child poorly and looking after her from time to time. Her real identity was the washerwoman of the Clothes Bureau.

"You can stay and take care of Xiaosheng. You don't need to go to the Clothes Bureau. I will send someone to tell you."

The court lady named Yu Jing was so excited that she said incoherently: "Thank you, thank you Seventh Prince, this servant will definitely take good care of the young master!"

"En." Tang Song should be absent-minded, all he could think about was where Fu Dongxin would be.

Suddenly remembering that the maid and the child have been together for a long time, her bright red lips opened and closed, she still pretended not to care and asked, "Did Xiaosheng mention Fu Dongxin to you?"