The happy life of the devil and the devil

"Come again!"

"More!"

"Master Master--"

"Father, Father--"

Children, especially boys, have a special love for "Flying High".And being tossed and picked up by his father and master, flying from one horse to another, this game is even more novel and interesting to Xiao Shiyan, who has just turned six years old.

Almost half an hour was spent in Xiao Shiyi's screams and laughter, until Ling Yucheng heard his screams a little hoarse, then ignored the little apprentice's objection, hugged him and stuffed him into the carriage.I poured him a cup of tea, and then tidied him up and down.

After half an hour, the warm hat flew off, the scarf fell apart, and the ear warmers and leather muffs flew to unknown places—although I knew that there must be guards walking behind to pick them up, but Ling Yucheng was more certain that even if they were picked up It is absolutely impossible to wear it again.A small face was flushed, half excited, half blown by too much cold wind.After setting up camp at night, he had to order the maid who served him to smear him with facial grease a few times...

Just as he was thinking, when the curtain moved, Yuan Shao also got in.Yuan Shao specially ordered the Shaofu to make this carriage for Ling Yucheng. Yuan Shao never wanted to see the kind of broken things that curled up in a broken carriage and blew in the wind for half an hour, which made his illness worse. arrive.The exterior of the chariot is the usual style of Xuanjiawei, plain and unadorned, as black as a large piece of black iron, but inside it is first-class spacious and comfortable, only a little worse than Yuan Shao's own imperial chariot.

The seats at the back of the carriage have been flattened, forming a whole brocade couch that can accommodate two people to lie side by side. Xiao Shiyi took off his shoes under the couch and only wore a pair of brocade socks embroidered with the pattern of the swastika pattern, giggling, While twisting and turning, the couch was rolling wildly.Ling Yucheng sat sideways on the side of the couch, slightly opened his hands, thinking that he wanted to protect the little guy from bumping his head against the corner of the table or something, the smile on his face was both helpless and indulgent.

"Still playing?"

Yuan Shao stepped forward with a smile and sat on the other side of the brocade couch, facing Ling Yucheng face to face.Glancing at the two people in the car, he unceremoniously took off his boots and got on the couch, took the cloak that had just been untied from Ling Yucheng's lap, touched it casually, raised his hand, and just put one of his hands on it. The little guy who jumped over turned around.The cloak worn in winter was thick and soft, and when it was spread out, it could be used half as a mattress pad and half as a quilt cover. Little Eleven couldn't even find the direction of the quilt with such a bag, so he just flopped around under the dark cloak.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Yuan Shao laughed so hard that he stretched out his arms maliciously, including the man and the cloak, and hugged his youngest son in his arms without thinking.Ling Yucheng looked at the pair of father and son who were completely obsessed with playing, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but he just stood aside and didn't join in.It was so easy for Xiao Shiyi to break free and tidy up his clothes when they were mad and had enough trouble. Then he got up and poured a cup of hot tea from the warm nest beside him.

For the sake of convenience during the journey, instead of tureen, small teacups are prepared in the car, with thin bamboo wires woven into cup sleeves.The cup that Ling Yucheng brought over was specially used for Yuan Shao. The two-color bamboo silk weaved continuous wishful cloud patterns. It was light and agile, but it had a magnificent beauty, which made Yuan Shao occupy it without hesitation at first sight. go.

"Thank you." Yuan Shao took it and took a sip. It was warm enough to make people feel comfortable.

The tea in the cup is not bitter, but has a slight bitterness of ginger.Presumably because Xiaoshi was afraid of catching a cold, ginger tea was always prepared for this purpose.Yuan Shao blew the cold wind on the snow field for more than an hour, and at this time, he drank it into his stomach, and his whole body was filled with warmth.

The cup is not big, only four or five mouthfuls, more than enough to moisten the throat, not enough to quench the thirst.After finishing a cup, he tasted it, and felt that something was missing.Seeing that Ling Yucheng poured himself another glass, he held it in his hand after drinking half the glass, and reached out to bring it over without thinking.

"His Majesty?"

With a light hand in his hand, Ling Yucheng lowered his head to look, but his own cup with a rhombic pattern cup holder was already in Yuan Shao's hand, his eyes hurriedly lifted up, just in time to see Yuan Shao picking up the half-drinked cup Bring the teacup to your mouth and drink it up in one gulp.After drinking, he put down the glass and raised his eyebrows at himself. The nonchalant and natural attitude made people itch between their teeth.

If you still want to drink tea, will you die if you say it?Even if you don't say it, will you die if you pour a glass yourself?

Is it worth grabbing his teacup... I still drank half of the residual tea... I drank half of it...

just... just...

Cursing crazily in his stomach, Ling Yucheng still picked up the thermos pot, resigned to his fate and filled the two teacups again.As soon as he put the thermos back, Yuan Shao had already picked up the teacup again, but left the one with the Ruyi cloud pattern in place.

...You fell in love with my teacup, didn't you?

Well, he's the emperor, he's the biggest.Ling Yucheng pursed his lips, got up silently, and took out another cup from the cabinet.There is no pattern on the cup sleeve, which shows that this is only an occasional cup for entertaining guests—or, Ling Yucheng occasionally uses it when he invites his subordinates to the car to talk.After drinking a glass indiscriminately, he sat upright on the edge of the brocade couch, and subconsciously chose the seat farthest from Yuan Shao.

Alas, it seems that if you tease me again, you will escape...

Yuan Shao secretly sighed regretfully, turned his head, and opened his arms to the younger son who rushed over.

Because they had to rush to Yu'erlo in a short time, the team rushed all the way, and they didn't stop at noon to bury the pot for cooking.Even with Yuan Shao's honor as an emperor, he still had his lunch hastily.

He and Ling Yucheng shared a bowl of crystal clear and fragrant white rice with a few game meats from the nearby rich chieftain. As for Xiao Shiyi's appetite, it can be ignored at all.On the table was a casserole of roasted sea cucumbers with scallions, a casserole of stewed mutton, a large bowl of vegetarian delicacies, and a few vegetarian dishes. Yuan Shao just dipped his chopsticks, and named and rewarded the accompanying ministers, as well as braved the wind and snow to welcome them. Driving chieftain.

"Father, father..." Ling Yucheng covered his face with a hot towel and covered his face for a long time. He finally hoped that he could uncover it. Xiao Shiyi immediately crawled to Yuan Shao's side with his hands and feet, hugging his father's neck , Wrapped it around his ear and whispered: "Didn't we say that we came here specially to eat the poor Bohai people? Why is it still the food of the capital?"

The car just swayed, and Yuan Shao wrapped his arms around his younger son's waist, took the second hot towel with the other, and covered his face without hesitation.Without waiting for the little guy to struggle, he lowered his head and gently blew in the little guy's ear:

"Eat them poor? Who told you?"

While talking, he turned his head and glanced at Ling Yucheng with a smile. "Go out of customs to eat the poor foreigners" was a joke between him and Ling Yucheng during the east tour last year. Although it was a joke, it was also true.However, Ling Yucheng's lessons for his youngest son have already ended here?

"Master said..." In the darkness, the little guy groped and leaned over, but he still had to wrap his neck before he would speak. "Master said, we bring many people here every winter, and if we feed the poor, they won't have enough food to raise soldiers..."

puff……

"Then how does Lang'er know that today's dishes are from the capital?"

"Because this place is not near the sea! There will be no things in the sea. Master said that sea cucumbers are a tribute from Qingzhou..." Oh, I really like to eat it, but it's a pity that I gave it to my father as a reward after only one bite...

Although it is said that they rely on local supplies when they leave the customs, but Yujia has traveled all the way, and the supplies from the capital are still continuous.For one thing, the Dingling and Bohai clans are both barren. Even if they do their best to worship, some things are still not so easy to get, especially the tributes unique to certain places.What's next...

Every east tour is essentially an exercise, or in other words, a deterrent to the local area.If the emperor is on patrol, if he can't even maintain the grain road, how can people believe that in the event of a rebellion, the Tie Le tribe, who is high on the throne, will have the power to dominate the world?Therefore, whether it is transporting tribute, presenting treasures, or delivering letters and memorials, it has always been smooth to communicate with large quantities of personnel and materials in the capital.

Not only the capital, but even Qingzhou, maintains a separate food road with the general... The treasures in the sea that are not usually eaten at all, but in this ice and snow world can be handed over to the emperor and distributed to the ministries, which is the evidence of iron fighting.

I explained this truth in a language that a six-year-old child could understand, and by the time I finished speaking, the hot towel on the little guy's face had cooled halfway, so I took it off, just in time to apply the ointment on him carefully.While digging the grease and applying it on his face, he said with a smile: "Lang'er is very smart today, what reward do you want?"

"Father..."

Xiao Shiyi twisted slightly, and turned his head sideways following his father's strength, but his face did not change - it could not be more red.The voice is still soft:

"That's right, that sea cucumber, Lang'er still wants to eat..."

"Okay, okay!" Yuan Shao burst out laughing, holding his youngest son and rubbing it. "Father will ask them to do it tonight. Only give it to Lang'er alone, and don't give it to others, okay?"

"Father eats too..." After thinking for a while, he struggled and twisted a few times, and emerged from under Yuan Shao's palm, tilting his head to look at Ling Yucheng:

"Master eats too!"

Long-distance travel in winter, especially long-distance travel in winter, is really a very boring thing for children.You can't keep up with riding a horse by yourself, so the whole journey is either in a carriage, or riding a horse in the arms of an adult-the latter has a time limit.Even if you can go out to breathe, there is still snow outside except for the snow. It is fresh for one day, interesting for two days, and interesting for three days...

Don't watch it at all, okay?

However, this problem has not become a problem for Xiaoshi for the time being.After eating enough, the eyelids gradually drooped.He used to take a nap at noon every day, but this morning he was laughing and screaming, which consumed a lot of energy, and now he couldn't help being sleepy anymore, he yawned, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

The little guy was always at ease with the master, and when he said he was going to sleep, he jumped off the brocade couch familiarly, dragged out a thin brocade quilt from the low cabinet, took off his coat and got under the quilt.After a while, the sound of breathing became even.

The carriage suddenly fell silent.Yuan Shao and Ling Yucheng glanced at each other, silently silently, and moved lightly.Ling Yucheng moved outside, his palm was already on the car door, but he looked back and hesitated again: when the door is opened, the cold air rushes in from the crack of the door, will it make the sleeping child catch cold?

After such a pause, another hand was already held on the wrist, Ling Yucheng raised his eyes, and saw Yuan Shao shook his head slightly at him, and then pulled his hand away without haste.And the thin sound transmission rang in my ears at this moment:

"Let's take a nap together, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

While talking, Yuan Shao had already pulled the person forward two steps, and sat side by side on the brocade couch unfolded in the front half of the carriage.

The author has something to say: Your Majesty: It's a pity that there are children in the carriage, so they can only sleep under the quilt...

Xiaoling: Sleeping with His Majesty, with children, are you not used to it...