Tyrant Parenting Guide

Day by day, Arnos rested with the tyrant in the dark palace of the emperor at night, and played with the maids and sisters in the bright palace during the day. The snow at the foot of Mount Alai melted at some point, and a river ran through the royal city To unknown distances.

Green grass and various pink, white, yellow, and red flowers sprouted from the plain outside the king's city, forming a continuous sea, the blue sky reflecting the lake, and white clouds passing by leisurely.

Spring is here, and people in Wangcheng also take off their heavy coats, picking flowers to decorate their homes and outside the windows, clusters of flowers are blooming.

Vendors can be seen everywhere in the market, merchants selling flowers wander around, children play in the corners and alleys, adults are busy with their lives, and they all have hopeful smiles on their faces.

Reina stood on the balcony with Arnos in her arms, overlooking the scenes in the royal city, and said with a smile: "Your Highness Al, you may not be able to imagine what the royal city was like ten years ago. The people who live here today, their Smiles are bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor."

"What you see today is the royal capital of the Holy Empire, the royal city known as the City of Hundred Flowers. Every spring, beautiful flowers bloom here and are sent to all parts of the world, so that people from afar can see such beautiful flowers. "

"This was unimaginable ten years ago."

Arnos leaned against Lena's chest, and responded, "Yeah!"

(That's right, I understand, it's all due to that tyrant, but he hasn't had time to play with me in the past few days, he's a little lonely... No, am I corrupted by that guy's sugar-coated shells? Miss him, wake up baby!)

Lena hugged him and sang aloud: "I have seen that flower, the direction in which it blooms..." (Here should be the soundtrack to the city of the sky.)

The singing is melodious and full of tenderness.

The singing seems to rise with the wind until it reaches the sky above the royal city. With the singing, the flying petals fly to the sky, to Mount Alai, and to the priests in the temple. , rippling in Arnos' dream.

In the dream, Arnos was lying on a green grassland, with blue sky and white clouds above his head, and the fragrance of flowers floating in his nose, which made people feel safe and warm.

This warmth comes from a certain embrace.

(As if someone was talking.)

Arnos opened his eyes dimly, and found that the angle of view was different from the crib he woke up every day. He actually saw a perfectly lined chin.

I am being hugged by a strong arm, the smell is very familiar, is it - Iris!

(Long time no see, I miss him so much! ——I was thinking about something, how could this be my real thought, I absolutely cannot miss him! Absolutely!)

Arnos wanted to stretch out his arm, but was held down by a big hand, and his low voice sounded very nice in his ear, "What are you doing, you're not being honest when you sleep."

Arnos wanted to press his ears very much. He didn't get along with him for a few days. Why did this man's voice become so pleasant? It's too much. It's okay to be so handsome, but he is rich and powerful. What else is there in such a life? Fun, let me bear the unbearable weight of life for you!

While thinking wildly, Iris suddenly lowered his eyes, his pure black eyes met Arnos's pair of emerald green eyes like gems.

A handsome face approached Arnos like a mountain top.

Arnos yelled "Yeah", but his voice was not loud, and he didn't feel panic.

"Finally woke up, are you a pig, you actually slept all day."

"..."

Silence spread like a virus.

"Wow ah ah-"

Heartbreaking cries echoed throughout the palace.

(I, Arnos, will absolutely never forgive you!)

Reina who was standing outside the door sighed helplessly, lowered her shoulders and said in her heart: "My lord, can't you speak well?"

All in all, after half an hour of reassurance, reassurance, and apology (on behalf of someone) by Reina, Arnos finally stopped crying.

It's just that her eyes are red, her face is flushed, and she keeps sobbing, which is very pitiful.

A certain unfathomable, indifferent emperor stood in front of the French windows of the balcony, staring at the night sky outside, as if he was indifferent.

Reina hugged Arnos and came behind him, with the baby's small face on her shoulders, her back turned to a certain emperor, still looking angry.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness has forgiven you."

Iris turned back, "It's just a baby, what can he understand."

The emperor seemed determined not to admit that he made the baby cry himself.

Lei Na looked at His Majesty the Emperor, and then at the baby in her arms, and saw that the baby's two small hands were clenched into small fists, the small fists were fleshy, making people want to squeeze them.

"Pfft!" Leina suddenly laughed, the father and son are getting used to each other!

Arnos yelled "Ahhhhh".

(Rena, you actually laughed at me!)

"Sorry, Your Majesty, Your Highness, I'm sorry." Lena suppressed a smile, put Arnos into Iris's arms, stepped back half a step, and pulled her skirt to leave the bedroom.

The father and son looked at each other again, and looked away from each other.

It really is impossible to reconcile or something.

Iris turned on the light in the room, and it was bright. The moment he looked back, he suddenly noticed a change.

The original black floor tiles of the dormitory were covered by snow-white carpets, and the corners of the hard furniture were wrapped in flannelette. Even the wallpaper and curtains were unconsciously changed to blue.

Arnos felt nothing in his arms.

Iris stared at the baby in his arms, and he was actually changed in these three months.

Can a child bring so many changes?

——He is not my child, one day he will leave, I can't invest too much emotion in him.

Iris told himself, walked to the crib, and put Arnos there.

Those light and love never belonged to me.

Arnos tilted his head strangely, what's wrong with this man...?

He seems to be going dark, which is a bit worrying.

"Ah!" Arnos yelled.

(Where are you going, come back and play with me!)

He put his two fleshy hands on the railing of the crib, and pressed his little face against it, but he didn't stick it firmly, and his whole face hit the railing, his nose was sore, and unbearable tears gushed out.

"Wow ah ah!"

Crashing cries.

(The nose hurts ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.)

Suddenly, Arnos lightened his body and fell into that embrace again.

"Can't you let me rest assured?" Iris said helplessly.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the baby's little nose and cheek.

Arnos: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

(It's all your fault! Why is it always me who gets hurt!)