Dodder Pampering Handbook

As the New Year approached, Jinling City had several heavy snowfalls.

Shang Zhongchen rushed out of the city to Yongzhou with a small team before the snow fell.Going with him is Chen Yijun, who was just appointed by His Majesty.

In recent days, some important events in the court were all based on the excuse of the little emperor. For a while, people's hearts were different, and they were all guessing what King Yong'an was going to do.

Early in the morning, Zhong Teng began to read the booklets. It was almost the Chinese New Year, and the local memorials were piled up in the study room, and there were many things in the palace like hills.

He tried to ask the little emperor to get up early to deal with the paperwork, but the little emperor was wrapped in a thick fox fur, sitting in front of the desk swaying, with sleepy eyes, which made people feel a little bit reluctant.

Helpless, Zhong Teng had to look for himself.Then pick out the important notes and show them to him for review.

After dealing with the papers for two days all night, Zhao Xi tactfully brought a cup of strong tea and said with a little dissatisfaction, "My lord, even if your body is made of iron, you can't handle it like this."

Zhong Ting took a sip of his tea, but he didn't feel too sleepy. He was very human, and sleep was not necessary for him.

But when he thought of the little emperor, there was some amusement in his eyes.

He asked, "Is Your Majesty awake?"

"Not yet. It's cold in winter, and His Majesty is groggy even when he wakes up. You love him and let him sleep enough, but why doesn't His Majesty know how to love you?"

Zhong Cheng took his complaints as a deaf ear, put down the brush, lifted the hem of his clothes, and stood up: "Go, go and see Your Majesty."

Walking to the emperor's bedroom, the court ladies saluted King Yong'an together.Zhong Ting signaled them to be quiet, and they could listen to the movement outside, but the people in the house didn't seem to be woken up yet.

He slowly opened the curtain, and the room was warm in spring, with a faint fragrance of flowers and fruits floating in the air.

Originally, no incense was burned in this room, the little emperor was very delicate, and would sneeze if he smelled too strong a fragrance.

But if there is no incense, the smell of charcoal fire in the house will be a bit scorching.

Zhong Cheng thought of a good way to use rare melons and fruits in winter instead of spices.

The effect is excellent.

The room was fairly bright, and as soon as Zhong Teng came in, Dabao wobbled to his feet, rolled over, exposing his soft white belly, moaning, and grabbed the hem of his clothes with his claws.

Zhong Ting only glanced at it, then gently kicked it away.

Zhenzhen was originally squatting on the bed, with a pair of blue eyes looking straight at this side.

Seeing this, she gracefully got off the bed, walked to Dabao's side and began to lick him, as if to appease him.

The curtain of the bed was half-draped, and the bright yellow quilt inlaid with the nine-clawed dragon could be vaguely seen inside. There was a person lying in the quilt, and his chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, which was very weak.

Zhong Cheng stood by the bed and watched for a while, but did not lift the curtain.

He has good eyesight, and he can see the little emperor's slightly pouty lips when he was asleep, as if he was aggrieved.The eyelashes are very long, and the bridge of the nose is also beautiful.

After a while, he walked to the window, which was half open, and the cold wind outside interrupted his thoughts.

In the past few days, he was especially used to the little emperor, because his big actions in court were all done by Zhao Chanzhen.

This approach has advantages and disadvantages.When things are done, no matter what the world thinks, they will put their voices on the little emperor's head on the bright side, and the world will return to his heart. It is not because he sits in this position that someone will obey him.

It is to let the people of the world see the courage of the little emperor to change.

The biggest disadvantage is that those people in the court who only want to treat the little emperor as a puppet are afraid that they will attack the little emperor.

Zhong Cheng stood in front of the window and thought for a long time, taking all aspects into consideration.

Internally, he used his mad temper to deal with a group of maids in the emperor's palace, and brought in some reliable subordinates.To the outside world, he has already played a few dark moves, just waiting for the time when the little emperor has full wings.

"Emperor Uncle?"

Zhao Chan really thought he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes sleepily, and tentatively called out in a hazy voice that was still half awake.

The figure by the window swayed and slowly turned around.

With the light behind him, Zhao Chan really couldn't see his expression clearly, so he swallowed subconsciously, he became sober in an instant, and sat up from the bed.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

"Your Majesty, the winter is bitter and cold, and people often nest in warm places, so they are prone to sleepiness." Zhong Teng sat down beside his bed, stretched out his hand to help him put the sleepy hair behind him, and touched him with his thumb affectionately, turning red cheeks.

The jade finger was very cold, Zhao Chanzhen lowered his head in panic, revealing his slender neck.

The voice is dull: "Zen really knows."

Zhong Cheng nodded slightly, left his big hand on his cheek, stood up, and put his hand behind his back.

"This king is waiting for His Majesty in the imperial study."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Cheng left the room.

The little emperor's body was weak, and his arms were propped on the bed, and he didn't recover for a long time.

He didn't expect his vigilance to become so poor, and he also thought that the couch lying on his side would not allow others to sleep soundly.

Wings lightly folded, the little emperor picked up Zhenzhen who jumped onto the bed, the corners of his mouth were bent down, and his eyes were looking at nothingness.

Zhong Teng invited a martial arts instructor for the little emperor, and every morning, he had to get up early to exercise to improve his physical fitness.

Zhao Chanzhen couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, he glanced timidly at the tall coach, and nodded slightly in agreement.

After the morning exercise, after the little emperor had rested, Zhong Teng led him to read, read, and read booklets again.

After such a busy work, it will be noon, after lunch together, the little emperor will go back to the palace to sleep for a while.

Zhong Cheng didn't sleep all night, so he also went back to rest for a while.

After waking up, they started reading again, sometimes to answer the little emperor's doubts, and sometimes it was Zhong Cheng who told him about the affairs outside the palace.

In this way, the two of them hang out together almost all day.

Before going to bed may be the best time to attack the little emperor.

Chunhua watched the maids get busy, serving the little emperor to wash up.With a heavy heart, he put the bird's nest that had been boiled for a long time in the small kitchen into a bowl, and brought it to the bedroom.

The little emperor had already changed into his middle clothes, and was sitting by the bed playing with the cat. He was slender and childish, and looked like a child.

Chunhua suddenly felt uncomfortable, and his movements slowed down for a moment.

Qiushi walked up to her and gently reminded her, and she realized it, and quickly brought the bird's nest over.

"Your Majesty, King Yong'an ordered you to drink some lung-nourishing soup before going to bed, so as not to be unhealthy due to the hot charcoal fire at night." Chunhua smiled reluctantly and said respectfully.

The hesitation just now was interrupted, and she looked at the little emperor again, as if looking at a treasure house.As long as he can conceive a dragon species, his child will be the next emperor.

And she will be able to become the empress dowager, and she will be rich and wealthy from now on, free and carefree!

Chunhua's hand holding the soup trembled slightly, "Your Majesty, drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Zhao Chanzhen just glanced at it lightly, then said: "Put it down, I'll drink it later."

He has been studying with the prince for a while, and he used to say that he always used "I" when speaking, but now he has also changed to "Zhen".With this look, Chunhua seemed to see the shadow of the regent.

If the regent finds out, will she die?

No, the queen mother said, as long as she is pregnant with the emperor's child, she will be Da Zhao's savior!

She wants to watch the emperor drink this bowl of soup, and wait for his medicine to be delivered, so she can't let others take the opportunity to enter!

"Your Majesty, drink it quickly. The prince has ordered you to drink it." Chunhua lowered his voice, half begging, half threatening.

Zhao Chan was dissatisfied in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said weakly: "I'm not hungry now, can I drink before going to bed?"

"Your Majesty! Didn't you listen to what the lord said? If you drink it without seeing you, the servant will be punished!"

Chunhua's voice was full of tears, and if Zhao Chan really didn't drink it, she would die.

Zhao Chanzhen was silent for a long time, so long that Chunhua's heart was raised in his throat, could it be that he was discovered?

Finally, Zhao Chanzhen picked up the bowl, and she looked at him expectantly, thinking that he was finally going to drink it.

She watched his movements with straight eyes, as if it had been a century, the little emperor finally held the bowl and brought it close to his lips.

His lips moved, opened slowly, and then evoked a smile.

The dark eyeballs stayed on Chunhua's face for a moment, and the movement also stopped.

His voice was soft, like a spring breeze: "Chunhua, have you poisoned me in this bowl?"

Chunhua shuddered and sat on the ground softly, "Your Majesty! What are you talking about? How could a servant do such a desperate thing!"

"That's good." The little emperor sighed faintly, put his hands holding the bowl on his knees, and said with nostalgia: "I sit in this position, there are always people who want me to die, Chunhua, don't blame me for thinking." There are too many, if I am not careful, I will become a bone."

"I don't blame you, servant." Chunhua lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

The little emperor raised her chin with his fingertips, turned it around her face a few times, smiled slightly, like a weak willow supporting the wind, and boasted: "Chunhua, you are so beautiful."

Although Zhao Chanzhen is a useless emperor, he is still the most honorable person in the world, not to mention he has an incomparably good-looking face. At this time, he is talking to her like this, with an expression that seems to be obsessed .

Chunhua blushed unconsciously, the temperature spread to the little emperor's fingertips, and he withdrew his hand instantly.

"Your Majesty, slaves are not good-looking, but you are good-looking. Drink quickly."

The smile on Zhao Chanzhen's face faded a little, and his fingertips pressed against the edge of the bowl, and the hot temperature gradually disappeared.

He stared at her with difficulty discerning emotion on his face.

Just when Chunhua thought he would drink the soup, the little emperor's hand holding the bowl stopped in mid-air.

She raised her head, eyes full of anticipation.

Zhao Chan smiled purely, opened his fingers, and the bowl fell in response.

It fell to pieces.

Before Chunhua could react.

The most honorable little emperor in the world smiled at her in a dazed way, stepping on the broken sharp sheet with bare feet, bleeding bright red blood.

He seemed to feel no pain, passed by her, and then trotted towards the outside of the hall.

"Help!"

The palace came alive in an instant, and the burning torches illuminated the night like day.

Zhong Cheng got the news and hurried over from the imperial study, and at a glance he saw the little emperor shivering outside the hall wrapped in a cloak.

The soles of his jade-like feet were still stained with wet blood, the imperial doctor squatted aside and wanted to pull out the fragments, but the little emperor was afraid of the pain and curled up his pearl-like toes.

Seeing him, she called out tearfully, "Uncle Huang."

Crystal tears rolled down his thin jawline, dripping straight into Zhong Cheng's heart.

For the first time, he felt furious.

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Don't underestimate the dodder flower, hey! ——— Zhao who smiled weakly