Dodder Pampering Handbook

In the middle of winter, Jinling City finally had a few sporadic snowfalls, paving the ground white.

Just when all the flowers in the plum garden in the palace were in bloom, there was today's arty dinner.

The red lanterns were hung high, illuminating the long corridor in red, and the maids and eunuchs hurriedly presented rare delicacies.

The snow kept falling, and the eunuch sweeping the snow was lazy and didn't steal for a while, but someone accidentally fell down, the hot soup was spilled all over the floor, and the copper iron basin collided loudly.

Everyone walked around her as if they didn't see it, and speeded up the delivery.

The little maid who made a mistake endured the burning pain in her arm and knelt on the ground. The nurse in charge came over and hurriedly ordered someone to drag her down, "You are lucky. You didn't make a mistake in front of the prince. You will be fined." Annual salary, go to the Punishment Department to receive the punishment."

In a place like the Punishment Department, ordinary people would lose their skin without dying.But the palace lady was very happy, kowtowed twice in a hurry, and half backed away to receive the punishment.

"Be careful, you will enter the garden later, be careful with your heads!"

The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, they don't know if this snow is a good omen, they only know that the host of today's banquet is a ruthless King of Hades who kills people without blinking an eye.

Everyone is at risk.

Entering the garden, the clear and tangy plum fragrance makes people feel refreshed.

The pavilion in front of it was half-covered by the light veil, and only through the long candlelight could one see a person sitting inside. There were tables on both sides of the pavilion, and all of them were important figures in the court.

Under the plum tree not far away, there was a big cauldron half a person's height, and a eunuch half-kneeled there, adding firewood continuously, and a strange smell of meat wafted from the cauldron.

Songs and dances were played in unison, but no one appreciated it. It was obviously cold winter, and all the ministers present were sweating coldly, and they kept looking into the cauldron.

Now that Emperor Zhao is less than a weak crown, the government is controlled by Wang Yongan, a different surname, and it is not that loyal ministers who did not protest, were all sent to see the late emperor by King Yongan.

The rest of the courtiers all know how to protect their lives wisely and bravely.However, Deng Yong, Shangshu of the Ministry of punishment, is a flattering villain.

I heard that in order to please King Yong'an, he even sent his beautiful wife, who had just married, into the palace for the regent to watch.

Not long ago, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, and there was news that people changed their sons to eat each other. King Yong'an just said that he didn't know what human flesh was like.

Then I heard that Deng Yong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishments, brought his youngest son into the palace today, but he didn't know where he was.

All the ministers passed their eyes tacitly, and silently scolded Deng Yong in their hearts for never turning over.

The dark tide surged outside the pavilion, but there was silence inside the pavilion.

The maid who delivered the wine lifted the veil and met King Yong'an's eyes.

King Yong'an was lying on his back on the couch, with his right foot unrestrainedly propped on the desk, his head propped up with one hand, and in his hand he was playing with the Yuguang Cup sent by Daye Kingdom.Those eyes were black and bottomless, without the slightest emotion.

Before coming, the nanny told them again and again, when asking them to come to serve, they must not meet the prince's eyes.

The previous batch of maids in the palace almost died like this. Everyone would tremble with fear when they saw King Yong'an's eyes.

King Yong'an is born with a bad taste, he always asks the root cause and asks others why they are afraid of him.

If you can't answer, you will die.

If the answer is answered, King Yong'an will not be satisfied, and he will still die.

The maid only took one look, then lowered her head, without even seeing the face of the God of Death, the flagon in her hand slipped completely, she knelt on the ground and wept silently, shaking like a quail.

As soon as Zhong Cheng opened his eyes, he saw such a scene.

He put down his supporting hands and sat up, with the veil half-hidden, all the ministers outside the pavilion bowed their heads and remained silent.

The plum garden became silent, only the crackling of firewood burning under the tripod.

After watching this scene, Zhong Cheng finally found out the script in his mind and found the corresponding scene.

He worked hard to practice Ascension, but was told that he still needs to pass the trial task before he can become a regular.

So he accepted the task of "reforming the dodder flower" and was sent into the three thousand small world.

To Zhong Teng's surprise, he turned out to be the villain in the book, King Yong'an.

This person can be called Dong Zhuo and his ilk. The local power in the previous dynasty was strong and the heroes were divided. He took the opportunity to fight back to the court, supported the puppet emperor, and became the regent.

In the name of Zhao Chanzhen, the emperor of the later Zhao Dynasty, he coerced the emperor to order the princes and heroes from all walks of life to bow their heads to him.

In the book, he is cruel and sadistic, murders good ministers, enjoys pleasure, treats the people of the world as playthings, and even harms the emperor Zhao Chan a lot.

Thinking of how the original owner harmed Zhao Chanzhen, Zhong Teng was a little at a loss.

Shouldn't he be late?

On a snowy day, in the plum garden, Zhong Teng could only vaguely remember that it was at this time that he packed Zhao Chanzhen and sent him to the palace lady's bed, causing Zhao Chanzhen to escape from the palace and freeze in the snow all night, causing the root cause of his illness.

Zhong Ting helped his forehead, hoping there was still time.

He waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is Your Majesty?"

The maid didn't see his movements, she was lying on the ground shaking non-stop.

A tall and thin man bent over and walked up, showing a flattering smile, and kicked the maid over with one foot: "My lord will spare you, why don't you get out?"

The palace maid kowtowed, and hurriedly picked up the tray and jug, and ran away staggeringly.

This eunuch is so fierce...

Zhong Teng put on a blank face, responding to all changes with the same.

The man was even more humble and respectful, half kneeling on the ground, and said mischievously: "Your Majesty, today's banquet is such a happy day, and His Majesty is here."

He is winking and tall with a goatee.

Zhong Cheng's heart moved, and he called out tentatively: "Deng Yong."

Deng Yong was as happy as his parents who had been dead for many years came back to life, his voice was soft and shrill: "My lord, my minister is here."

It turns out that this is the treacherous minister who cooked his youngest son to the regent in the book.

Zhong Cheng frowned slightly, then kicked him out.

Deng Yong yelled "Aiyo Aiyo". There were only a few stairs, but he kept rolling. His funny appearance was very funny.

He rolled to the dancer's feet, got up unhurriedly, grabbed the dancer who was standing in the middle, and took off the thin veil.

He said loudly, "Your Majesty is here!"

There was an uproar.

Zhong Cheng raised his eyes, and saw a young man standing barefoot in the field. His white clothes were like snow, and his black hair was like a waterfall. His brows were lit with the popular red fat, which further made his snowy face look unreal.

Xu Shi didn't expect that the veil would be taken off, he ran into Zhong Cheng's sight in panic, and trembled.

Frozen blue and white toes curled up helplessly, hands hanging by his side, looking over timidly.

Zhao Chanzhen was only 15 years old, the age of indistinguishable between male and female, wearing a dancer's clothes, standing among a group of girls, there was nothing unusual about it.

In addition to being taller and more flamboyant.

Zhong Cheng looked at him, from his hair to his toes, very seriously.

What was said in the story book was correct, Zhao Chan was really good, with a clean temperament, pure and harmless, but the corners of his eyes were full of flirtatiousness, which made people love him.

Standing here, he doesn't look like an emperor.

Like the favorite concubine of the emperor.

"Oh, my majesty, why do you do these nasty things with these dancers? If you get sick from the cold, the prince will worry about your dragon body again." Deng Yong knelt at his feet and raised his head Picking up the emperor's feet, he was about to put them in his arms, trying to warm him up.

Zhao Chanzhen's delicate ankles are tied with coral bells, which jingle when they move.

He flinched and retreated, but was caught straight, and there was no way to retreat.

Just like he is the emperor, but he wears women's clothes and dances in person to please the officials.

He simply lowered his eyes, kept silent, and let Deng Yong hold his feet.

When he lowered his eyes, he looked another way.

Dissociated from the world, like a wind passing by by chance in a long canyon.

He looked quite thoughtful.

But Zhong Cheng knew that if he was really scheming, he wouldn't end up like that later.

The emperor is like an actress, and the emperor and ministers are like entertainers.

Some ministers couldn't bear it, turned their heads and didn't want to look at it again, and the old tears flowed non-stop.

Zhong Cheng laughed, and he spoke like a bell ringing in the morning in Jinling City: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and His Majesty is sympathetic to all people. It is really a great fortune for Zhao to perform the dance of praying for the gods himself!"

He came out of the pavilion with his back straight, like a stick standing upright, standing in front of the little emperor, his feet were a head taller than him.

At this moment, he meekly restrained all sharpness, lowered his head slightly, looked directly at Zhao Chanzhen, and said softly: "It's just that His Majesty is weak, and such trivial matters should be left to the courtiers."

After saying that, he took off his cloak, wrapped Zhao Chanzhen tightly, kicked Deng Yong away, and carried him into the pavilion.

Such a change made everyone at a loss.

I didn't doubt it at all, after all, this lunatic changed his face faster than the sky.

I don't know what method to use to humiliate the little emperor next.

Deng Yong was only stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled, he knelt down and kowtowed: "My lord is right, my lord is right, this dance should be done by me!"

He casually dragged a dancing girl down to change clothes, and the ministers present looked at each other in blank dismay.

Deng Yong dances, do they want to dance too?

After thinking about it, he was almost buried in the ground, and he really couldn't afford to lose this person, so he started pretending to be a wooden man again.

Zhao Chanzhen sat stiffly on the couch, if his eyelashes were not trembling, Zhong Teng would have thought he was an exquisite puppet.

There was a table in front of the couch, and Zhong Teng poured a glass of wine. While tasting the wine, he held the little emperor's cold feet in his palm, trying to cover the heat.

After covering the left foot, cover the right foot.

Then Deng Yong entered the arena.

He changed into a white dance dress, showed his belly with black hair, and painted his face with dazzling makeup, and began to dance his body.

Like a juggling clown.

Unexpectedly, he danced seriously, and shouted twice from time to time, "God bless Zhao, and the year of Ruixue will be good."

Let this farce have a bit of seriousness.

Zhong Cheng was quite happy watching, he looked back at the little emperor's expression, and found that he was looking at Fang Dading with fascination.

His heart trembled.

Letting Deng Yong dance, he wanted to vent his anger. In the eyes of the little emperor, I am afraid that it also means killing chickens and monkeys.

Zhong Cheng's face turned cold.

Deng Yong's dancing posture became more and more rigid.

"Okay, stop jumping."

"Didn't you bring your youngest son into the palace today? What about others?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the youngest son of the minister is still young, afraid that he will cry, and the minister's wife is watching him in the side hall."

Fortunately, I didn't have time to cook it.Zhong Teng heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ordered someone to bring the child over.

A half-year-old child is white and tender, if he comes half an hour later, Zhao Chanzhen will see a scene of tragedy with his own eyes, frighten him out of courage, and he will no longer have the courage to resist.

Not bad, still in time.

Zhao Chan was really relieved, Zhong Teng glanced at him, and put the baby in his arms.

He said lightly: "I heard that this son is extremely intelligent, and he will definitely do something in the future, and become my chao humerus."

"Deng Qing, you have to set a good example for him."

Half-year-old children can tell whether they are smart or not.

Zhao Chanzhen let the baby hold his finger, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Cheng looked at him seriously, not believing in his heart, such Zhao Chanzhen, how could he not be a good emperor?