Peerless Junior Uncle

Is there any more of my mother here? "As he said that, he pinched Haitang's cheeks with a mournful face: "It's grown so big, my mother can't reach it. "

"So you still write to lie to me?" Haitang sighed after seeing his mother's tearful eyes, most of his original anger disappeared.

"What's more, I won't lie to you, don't you count as coming back?"

"Little brat, do you still know to come back?" The old man on the side snorted coldly.

"Father, mother, you..." Haitang held his forehead, facing the two wretched couples, speechless.

The author has something to say [Well, it’s a holiday, has everyone gone home yet?Anyway, I'm going back, I've squeezed the car all day!Okay, let’s get down to business, this story is not abusive, it’s a sweet article with a lot of CP, although it started slowly, but for the smooth development of the story, there must be a lot of foreshadowing in the early stage, maybe the writing is not very good, please forgive me, If you have any comments and suggestions, you should write them down for Tizi to see, so that you can revise them in time, thank you!Happy National Day, everyone!

The Farce of Jiuwei Pavilion

"Father, mother, you..." Haitang held his forehead, facing the two wretched couples, speechless.

"Little prince?!" Hai Xinzhong found He Tingge who was turning around and planning to leave.

Seeing that he was fine, He Tingge planned to leave so that the family of three could get together. When Hai Xinzhong called his name, he turned around and said with a faint smile, "I still have some things to do. I'm going back to the palace first. I'll visit you another day."

Hai Xinzhong couldn't stay anymore, so he personally sent He Tingge out of the house.

When He Tingge returned to the palace, it was almost afternoon, the weather in Kyoto was suitable, not too cold, and he felt very tired all of a sudden. He hadn't even had a good shower in the past few days, so he planned to go back to his room to let the servants Boil some water and take a hot bath.

Nothing has changed in the palace, but it is a bit deserted. The servants are doing their own things, and they are happy to see He Tingge back for a while. Finally, someone who can make the decision has come back.

Pushing open the door, the room was still very clean, as if it had been cleaned every day. He Tingge took off his coat and put it on a hanger beside him. Just as he was about to untie his belt, he felt his calf being hugged by something, which was heavy. As soon as he lowered his head, he met a pair of big watery eyes, a small face carved in pink and jade, looked up at He Tingge, and when He Tingge looked at him, his pink mouth opened a big smile, and the sound of milk She called out childishly, "Uncle."

He Tingge didn't come back to his senses for a while, looking at the doll who was only as tall as his own calf, holding his leg with two small arms, his round and fleshy body was next to He Tingge, with his small face upturned, with a happy expression on his face look.

"Yihuan?!" He Tingge said, and after a while, he bent down and picked up the little thing, which was so soft and like a cotton ball, that his face was covered with blood.

"Uncle..." Yi Huan hugged He Tingge's neck with two small white lotus-like arms, and called out again. He Tingge's heart melted, looking at the meat dumpling in his arms, he couldn't help rubbing against it.

"Why are you here?" He Tingge whispered belatedly.

I was talking to myself, but I didn't expect the meat dumpling sitting on my arm to mutter in a childish voice: "Uncle... medicine, bitter..."

He Tingge was thinking about the meaning of Routuanzi muttering, when he saw He Tingli hurried in with a bowl of medicine, and saw Yihuan heaved a sigh of relief: "So it's here." Then seeing He Tingge, he smiled wryly and said, "I guess he saw You just ran over."

"Brother." He Tingge looked at He Tingli in casual clothes and called out, "Who are you?"

He Tingli smiled, exuding a refined temperament: "Yi Huan ate a bad stomach a few days ago, the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor may be too bitter, this kid always refuses to eat well, no, in a blink of an eye gone."

He Tingge looked at the meat dumpling in his arms that was holding her neck tightly, and said softly, "Yi Huan?" Yi Huan turned to look at He Tingge, a little over two-year-old doll who just knew how to run, and couldn't even speak coherently. But the first time he saw him, he called him uncle. He Tingge really liked this kid very much.

Yi Huan opened his eyes to look at He Tingge, his big watery eyes showed a message of grievance, He Tingge sighed, and took the bowl from He Tingli's hand: "Yihuan, take your medicine obediently, and uncle will take you out to play after eating, huh? "

"Bitter..." Yihuan's eyes were steamed and her mouth was flattened.

"We are men, so we are not afraid of suffering." He Tingge sat on the chair, put Yi Huan on his lap and sat down: "Then, will uncle buy you candied haws after eating?"

Yi Huan squeezed her little finger, and for a moment, raised her neck to look at He Tingge: "Uncle, let's go together."

"Ah?" He Tingge looked at Yi Huan pointing at the medicine bowl on the table, and then understood what he said, smiled, and took a sip from the bowl: "Hey, it's not bitter." He paused and handed it to Yi Huan.

Seeing that He Tingge was still smiling after drinking, the little Routuanzi flattened his mouth and opened his small mouth to drink it very unwillingly. Although Xiaorou frowned like a bun, he still finished drinking obediently.

During the medicine feeding, He Tingge asked He Tingli why Yihuan was here, and He Tingli curled his lips bitterly: "Since Lan'er left, the emperor has given Yihuan to me, and only occasionally brought him back to the palace to show him." , I was afraid that I couldn’t take good care of him, so I resigned from office, and the emperor still gave me the salary, but I just didn’t go to court. The scholar’s ​​mansion is also empty, so I can move here to take care of the property of the palace.”

He Tingge was silent. He Lan'er passed away early last year. When he knew it was snowing heavily at Linyue Pass, he couldn't say whether he was sad or sad, but he felt extraordinarily cold. The emperor was ruthless, to such an extent.

"Come on, Yihuan." He Tingli hugged Routuanzi: "Let your uncle wash up and take you to play."

Yi Huan still had a bitter face, and was carried away by He Tingli. He Tingge watched two figures, one big and one small, disappear outside the door, and then hurried to half a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth: "Damn it, give the child such a hard time!" Medicine, those old stuff from Tai Hospital..."

After taking a good bath, it was time for dinner, He Tingge and He Tingli had a simple dinner, Yihuan was taken away by the nanny, and He Tingli also went to sort out the accounts of the palace.

Speaking of it, although He Yuan has a lot of royal salary, but because he is away all the year round, he can't spend it, so he invested in some business factories in the capital, and he will return the interest every time, which is what He Tingge thinks about the shares. Although an official is not allowed to be a businessman, this kind of thing is beneficial to both parties, and there is no blatant business opening, so I just turn a blind eye and close one eye.

The accounts used to be taken care of by the housekeeper, but now that He Tingli has nothing to do, he took over. What's more, He Tingli didn't receive a knighthood, so he resigned from office. Follow the law.

He Tingge sat alone under the eaves, with the fish pond beside him, looking at the moon in the water, and fell asleep leaning against the pillar behind him at some point, but the next day his neck was so sore that he couldn't lift it up.

"I said you stayed in bed, you suffered this crime." Haitang pinched his neck and tsk-tsk, seeing that it was almost noon, he patted He Tingge: "I came here in a hurry yesterday and didn't notice, this change in the capital so big."

He Tingge pinched his neck and yawned lazily.

"I came to Wangfu Road this morning, and I noticed it."

"What do you see?" He Tingge asked lazily.

"There is a Jiuwei Pavilion on East Avenue, which is the same as Tianxiangju in Linyue City. It is a three-story building. There is also a silk and satin shop on North Street. I heard that the owner has changed. The business is good and it is a few blocks away from Fuyanglou... ..."

"You are in good spirits." He Tingge leaned back in his chair and said, "Running all over the street early in the morning."

"You think I want to run. My old lady wants to eat buns from Qingyufang on West Street early in the morning, and the old man insists on me running errands." He curled his lips and pulled He Tingge and said, "When I talk about buns, I'm hungry. Let's go, little prince, invite me to Jiuwei Pavilion to try something new."

"Why should I invite you?"

"Now you are raised by an elder brother, who is rich and powerful, who will you kill if you don't?" Haitang took He Tingge with a smile and ran out.

Jiuwei Pavilion is not far from the palace, and it does look a bit like Tianxiangju from a distance. As soon as I arrived at the door, a child greeted me: "Please, please."

It was only when I entered that I found that the layout was almost the same as that of Tianxiang Building. The first floor was already full, so it was Kyoto after all.

He Tingge and Haitang went up to the third floor, it was noon, there were many people eating, and it was a bit noisy, Haitang was carrying the menu and ordering dishes, while chattering: "I don't think the owner of Jiuwei Pavilion and Tianxiangju are the same. Almost a relative, almost exactly the same..."

While talking, I heard a noise downstairs.

Both He Tingge and Haitang had extraordinary internal strength, even through the floor they could hear what was going on below clearly, and they couldn't help frowning.

Xiao Er's originally smiling face, seeing the attitude of the few in front of him, also became serious: "Guest officers, what are you doing?"

The men dressed in bunts in front of them looked arrogant, stepped on the food that was thrown on the ground after overturning the table under their feet, and arrogantly kicked away the legs of the stool: "Master, I heard that your Jiuwei Pavilion's dishes are first-rate, so I came here to taste it." , but what are you guys? Huh? Feed the pigs?"

"If the food is not to your liking, the restaurant will compensate you, but if you spoil the place without explaining the reason and disturb other customers, it's your fault." Xiaoer said without changing his expression.

"What are you?" A man with stubble on his face came over with flat sleeves and said fiercely, "It's your turn to teach me a lesson? Didn't you say that the food at Jiuwei Pavilion is good? Hey." The man kicked The residue under your feet: "You take a bite and show me, I don't care about it today."

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