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

Tang Song was made very helpless, Yu Wenjie gave him the first impression that he was biased towards Yin, very majestic, how come the more we get along now, the more childish he becomes.

If someone sets up such a thing, the other party is afraid that it will not be able to collapse again.

This imperial study room has always been the emperor's office, with carved beams and jade pillars, bright yellow decorations everywhere, and the jade racks are exquisite works of art.

On the whole, it looks very solemn and solemn.

"Father, I want to go to the study to learn from the Taifu." Tang Song sat for a long time, brewing a lot of words, but finally said it so simply.

To tell the truth, Yu Wenjie had no intention of making Tang Song the crown prince in his heart. With the body of Xiao Qi in his family, he might go ahead of him, and the king of a country was really exhausted, and he couldn't bear to take such a heavy burden. It was on Xiaoqi's weak shoulders.

His Xiaoqi, as long as he grows up safely under his wings, marries a wife and has children, and lives a peaceful and happy life.

He, the father, is responsible for everything else, so there is absolutely no need to go to the study to form factions and associate with those who must be selfish at heart.

The previous Yu Wenyi, when he was old enough to go to class, had never brought up this issue with Yu Wenjie, so he said, "What are you doing in the study? Can't the emperor teach you?"

As a monarch, Yu Wenjie really knows a lot of things, he is proficient in literature and martial arts, and he also dabbles in the literature and art of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so it is more than enough to teach him.

However, this couldn't stop Tang Song from determined to let Fu Dongsheng go to study in the study, so he thought about it and came up with this excuse: "Staying in the palace is a bit boring, I want to make more playmates of the same age."

"What kind of playmate do you want?" Yu Wenjie rolled his eyes at Tang Song, took the memorial and corrected it and said, "If you are bored, come to the Royal Study Room to accompany Father. If you want to play, Father can also play with you."

"..." How could this person just not make sense.

Tang Song was depressed.

Yu Wenjie was watching him all the time. Now that he observed the other party's little emotions, the soles of his feet still had the warmth from the hot water just now. The hand holding the pen couldn't get down no matter what.

Sighing, thinking in his heart, his son is grown up after all, no matter how much he doesn't want him to grow up, the other party already has his own opinion.

"In a few days, I will arrange for you to go in a few days."

Yu Wenjie really missed that little dumpling from before, who was white and soft, clinging to his side, whenever he saw him, he would run over and grab his trouser legs and call him father.

He sat on top and waved for Tang Song to come up.

Tang Song ran over and said, "Father, is what you said true?"

She hugged her waist again and sat down on those strong legs.

The thighs under the buttocks are very firm and warm.

Yu Wenjie compared Tang Song's appearance, instead of answering his question, he just said: "Unknowingly, my little Qi has grown up this big."

Maybe in a few years, he won't be able to hold him anymore.

Tang Song couldn't stand people talking to him in such a warm tone, he felt very awkward, and felt unspeakable guilt, because it was him who robbed something that didn't belong to him.

【Fake!False understand! ] Candy said.

Candy has come out very rarely recently, and he doesn't talk too much, because Fu Dongxin's happiness index has not been detected, and his temper is a bit grumpy.

[I know, I know, it's fake! 】

In the end, Tang Song not only made Yu Wenjie agree to go to the study, but also won the status of a servant for the child.

Originally, the protons from neighboring countries were sent here as gifts. As long as they were not killed, they would act as a link between the two. What's more, it has to be well cultivated.

Yu Wenjie felt that he was breeding tigers, which was very irresponsible to his country.

But, this is what Tang Song proposed.

Still that begging tone.

Yu Wenjie glanced at the pale Tang Song, and heard the other party's recent rare cough, and finally let go.

For the rest of his life, he just wanted to pamper him well, wishing he could hold him in the palm of his hand, keep it in his mouth, and melt it into his heart.

During this period, other concubines came to deliver stewed snacks, but they were all dismissed by Fukang at the door.

Until one's facial features are quite delicate, and the temperament of the whole body is gentle like water, just like the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, what comes oncoming is a sense of freshness.

The guards at the door were all kneeling on the ground with their luggage. Fukang swung the whisk and bent down with a smile: "The servant knocked on the empress, how did the empress come here?"

The woman personally held the good-looking pastries, her soft and boneless fingers clasped on the edge of the tray, revealing the nails painted with Kodan, elegant but eye-catching, she smiled softly: "I know Xiao Qi is here too, I haven't seen him for a long time Alright, let’s make some snacks and have a look.”

"Then empress, wait a moment, and the servant will notify the emperor."

"Thank you, father-in-law."

When Tang Song saw this good concubine for the first time, a sense of intimacy permeated his heart, and he couldn't help but put his arm on the woman's arm: "Mother concubine~ I haven't seen you for a long time."

"What's more, the concubine mother is looking forward to and fro in the palace, but she can't even look forward to your figure." Concubine Liang nodded his head, ignoring the glaring emperor above, smiling gracefully and dignifiedly: "I just couldn't help but go In your palace, but I heard people in your palace say that you came to your father's place, and I was too busy to make some cakes that you like to eat, so I came here."

Tang Song pinched a piece of pastry on the plate, and under Concubine Liang's expectant eyes, his brows and eyes were crescent like: "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good, if it's not enough for your mother, I'll make it for you."

"Uh-huh."

As soon as he stayed in the imperial study, he stayed until the evening, during which Tang Song was coaxed to take a nap by the concubine Liang in the side hall.

Now Tang Song understood, Concubine Liang and Concubine Yu Wenjie, these two didn't know who was learning from whom, they didn't treat him as a grown-up boy, Concubine Liang patted him on the back and hummed softly lullaby.

It's Jiangnan's soft and waxy tune, hummed by her soft voice, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, touching the bottom of my heart, arousing sleepiness.

Fu Dongsheng hoped and hoped in Tianji Palace, but finally he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Half asleep and half awake, he still held his energy and looked at the gate of the palace.

The willow leaves were blown swayingly by the wind, sweeping and sweeping on the ground, and scattered fallen leaves and flowers dotted the monotonous bluestone road.

There was no familiar figure on it.

When Tang Song came back, what he saw was the child's drooling sleeping posture. He was so funny that he took out the handkerchief, trying to wipe the transparent liquid that had been stained on the pillow.

Before it happened, the child woke up by itself.

"Brother, are you back?"

"Yeah." Tang Song saw him wake up, and the hand he stretched out was no longer flinching, and he wiped his saliva casually: "I tell you good news, after two days, we can go to the same place as others Go to the study room for class!"

"Aren't you happy?"

Originally it didn't matter, but Fu Dongsheng, who didn't want to offend Tang Songxing, said excitedly with his superb acting skills: "Happy! Thank you brother~"

He put his arms around Tang Song's neck, and his lips were naturally printed on the fair cheeks.

It was as soft as he had imagined.

It is smooth and greasy, just like jade fat.

Tang Song was so satisfied with the kiss, he took the clothes hanging on the hanger, and carefully dressed the child, saying a word from time to time: hands, feet, head.

The child did what he said one by one, and there was a faint sense of warmth lingering between the two of them.

This made the thick black mist in Fu Dongsheng's eyes recede a little bit, and his face became more obedient.

Supper was still being prepared in the kitchenette.

Tang Song was afraid that the child would be hungry, so he took out the pastry that Concubine Liang had stuffed for him, and fed it to the child's mouth with his hands: "Eat some of this to cushion the stomach first, the concubine mother made it, it is delicious."

The child took a bite and said as if chatting: "Does brother like these little snacks?"

"Yes." Tang Song nodded: "I like it very much."

"My brother is waiting for me here."

Fu Dongsheng quickly finished the piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and then left the palace gate.

Tang Song's hand has been half stretched out: "Hey——" The child's figure has disappeared.

"Xiao Anzi, go and watch him, I don't know what to do in such a hurry."

Tang Song was afraid that something would happen to him.

"Yes." Xiao Anzi replied.

But he came back soon, still quietly waiting by Tang Song's side: "The servant has ordered someone to watch over the young master, nothing happened."

Half an hour later, the dinner on the table has been served, but the child is still missing.

"Where is he?"

"Back to Master, I heard it's in the small kitchen next door." Xiao Anzi guessed in his heart that Fu Dongsheng probably wanted to show his favor to Master after hearing that Master said he likes to eat cakes.

At a young age, he has a lot of scheming.

That means the master believes that he is really simple.

"Small kitchen?" Tang Song raised his voice at the end, without saying a word, he walked towards the small kitchen first.

It was Yu Wenjie who saw that his body was not suitable for the food made by the imperial dining room, so he opened a small stove for him alone, and invited several herbal dietists to adjust his diet.

I heard that healthy and light food can delay his life.

The little figure was busy up and down, and Tang Song stood at the door, not letting anyone make a sound, with tears in his eyes unknowingly.

A child who is only ten years old is still a prince. It took him a lot of hardships and how many times he practiced before to make him so proficient in cooking food.

However, how come the things made here are so similar to those made by Fu Dongxin?

Tang Song frowned, his eyes were right.

"elder brother?"

The child was holding a tray, on which were several plates of fragrant aromas, and even the exquisitely shaped pastries, whose appearance was comparable to that made by Concubine Liang.

Tang Songchao stared blankly at his child and smiled, stepped forward to take the tray, but was soon picked up by Xiao Anzi, and he simply took the child's soft and tender hand.

"So we Xiaosheng are still chefs?"

"That's right. I used to hide in the corner when I went to steal food from the imperial dining room. I hid for a long time. If I saw a lot, I would do it myself." The child's tone was indifferent, and he didn't care.

Tang Song's heart felt a little distressed.

He pretended to be very happy and rubbed the child's head: "What we Xiaosheng cook must be better than those chefs!"

He is already ready to try his best to say that it is delicious even if it is not delicious.

Who knew that the dim sum tasted so familiar as soon as it was eaten?