Dodder Pampering Handbook

Fu Kaisheng was stimulated by the little emperor's innocent words.

Subconsciously replied: "These scholars are all for the great Zhao, for the people of the world..."

The little emperor smiled lightly, quite like a regent.

His tone is very light, but it makes people think deeply and fearfully.

"They are begging for mercy for the Grand Tutor, not for me."

He is no longer called Teacher Fu Kaisheng.

This is already a very serious reminder.

Fu Kaisheng was silent for a while, then raised his head to look at the regent standing beside him, doubts arose in his mind again.

What exactly does Zhong Ting want to do?He was trying to raise a wolf, a wolf to kill himself.

After thinking for a long time, Fu Kaisheng broke the silence and slammed his forehead on the cold stone slab. His voice sounded like he was ten years old: "It's the minister who was not thoughtful and offended the face of the sky. I hope His Majesty can see it for the sake of these children's first offences. Spare them not to die."

The little emperor said coldly: "Get up."

Even if he agreed, the emperor would not be willing to use these stupid students who were used as targets.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Fu Kaisheng can only stand up.

He is old and slow.

However, the little emperor glanced at him, giggled, and said, "Teacher, just now I was still thinking about whether I should find the best massage doctor in the palace to show you. Now it seems that you are It's the exquisite heart with seven apertures."

What do you mean?The student sitting next to Fu Kaisheng subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw the foot of pressed and stitched cotton wool exposed from Fu Kaisheng's loose robe.

Fu Kaisheng's face suddenly became embarrassed, and he was about to explain that he was old.

He heard his students screaming in pain, crying with snot and tears.

The guard lifted him up from the ground, his legs were limp, like noodles.An imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward and lifted his trouser legs, revealing his bruised and cold calf.

The imperial physician said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this student is going to be bad."

Kneeling and sitting in this weather for two days and two nights is a kind of torture.Even if he is strong-willed and can walk again, every time it rains and cools down, the pain will be unbearable and it will be difficult to stay in bed.

The imperial court would not want a person with a wrong description to be an official.

This is the end of his life.

The little emperor didn't expect the consequences to be so serious. He only targeted Fu Kaisheng, not these innocent students.

Zhong Teng let out a "hehe" and teased, "Master Fu is a big-hearted person. He knows how to prepare kneeling mats for himself, but he doesn't know how to prepare some for the students."

In a word, all the hatred was drawn on Fu Kaisheng in an instant.

The cold wind was bitter, Zhao Chanzhen sneezed lightly, and unconsciously wrapped his robe tighter.

The sound of weeping constantly echoed in the arena. These self-proclaimed superior scholars lost their elegance one after another and rushed to let the imperial physician look at their legs.

a farce.

I'm afraid that after this incident, Fu Kaisheng's image in the hearts of the students will be shattered to pieces.

Zhong Teng left Zhao Xi to finish here, and hurriedly ordered people to carry the soft sedan chair to send the little emperor back.

When getting off the sedan chair, Zhong Teng still hugged him.

Zhao Chanzhen spread his arms obediently, and Zhong Cheng reached out and hugged him easily in his arms.

He put his hand lightly on Zhong Cheng's shoulder, like a cat, and asked flatteringly: "Uncle Huang, did I do the right thing just now?"

As an emperor, he must know how to maintain his authority, and the position of the emperor must not be offended.

Disrespect to the emperor, don't have second thoughts, is a very big hat.

Being hugged, you can see Zhong Cheng's Adam's apple when you look up.His hair was very neatly tied, but Zhao Chanzhen remembered that he, the emperor's uncle, had better be absurd and uninhibited, often with disheveled hair, drinking and having fun in the palace.

He watched it once from a distance, and then looked at himself against the water shadow after returning to the palace.

It always feels like so many years have passed.

He was lost in thought, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Zhong Cheng's protruding Adam's apple.

When he was about to stop, Zhong Teng hugged him with one hand, which made him scream out in fright.

Only then did he realize that he had already arrived at the bedroom, and the bed was under him.

Seeing how frightened he was, Zhong Cheng laughed unceremoniously, put him down, and used his other hand to test the temperature of his forehead.

The wind blows a little cool.

He has deep facial features, looked at Zhao Chanzhen earnestly with a smile on his face, and looked extremely affectionate: "What your Majesty did is naturally right."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch his Adam's apple again, and looked at Zhao Chanzhen with some exploration in his eyes.

Then, he used his fingers to force Zhao Chanzhen to lift his chin, and used his little finger to hook his Adam's apple.

Small and delicate, not very raised.

The little emperor looks like a good girl, and she doesn't even show her long words.

It turned out that he was curious about the difference between the two, Zhong Teng smiled secretly in his heart, but comforted him: "Your Majesty is still young, and when he is my age, he will have a masculine air."

Who said that?Zhao Chan really blushed, and turned his head to avoid his little finger indiscriminately.

Zhong Teng didn't care about his dodge, but was attracted by the slippery touch of his fingertips.

After a while, he realized that he withdrew his hand, hid it in his sleeve, and subconsciously clenched it into a fist.

As if to leave this touch.

He pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly: "If your majesty wants to grow up faster, when your majesty's feet are better, I'll teach you how to ride and shoot, okay?"

Zhao Chan really smiled obediently, as soft as a cat, "Okay."

I used the best medicine for golden sores, and I took care of it very carefully.

Only a few days after New Year's Eve, he felt like there were bugs crawling around under his feet, and the itching was unbearable.

He wanted to scratch himself, but Qiu Shi caught him straight and refused to let him touch the wound.

"What if your Majesty damages the wound and leaves a scar?"

Zhao Chan really spoke eloquently: "I want to be a man, why should I be afraid of such scars? What's more, it's on the soles of my feet."

Who can see it.He retorted in his heart.

But Qiushi was determined and refused to touch him no matter what.As soon as he touched him, Qiushi had nothing to do with him, so he knelt on the ground and cried silently.

Zhao Chan really had no choice but to withdraw his hands and arch his toes, trying to get rid of the itching for a while.

When Zhong Cheng came in, he saw their master and servant, one on the bed and the other under the bed, silent and crying.

"What's going on here?"

Qiushi wiped away her tears and told the story again, still a little scared, did she commit the following crime?

Zhao Chanzhen turned his head into the bed, and didn't look at anyone, but his toes were still moving around, which seemed really itchy.

Zhong Teng thought it was funny, so he asked Qiu Shi to step back and go to the Imperial Medical Office to ask if there was any medicine.

Sitting sideways on the low couch, he grabbed the little emperor's wobbling feet and held them in the palm of his hand.

"Itchy?"

The little emperor turned his head, his face was full of tears, and the tip of his nose was flushed.

He was really wronged, if it wasn't for this person, how could he step on the broken pieces and show weakness when he was injured?

But he only dared to bury these words in his heart, but when he said them, he begged softly for mercy.

"Uncle Huang, please help Chanzhen, Chanzhen is really uncomfortable."

Zhong Cheng gently scratched the soles of his feet, really scratching his feet.

When the gauze was removed, it was found that the wound had healed and new tender flesh had grown.

No wonder the little emperor said itchy.

Zhong Teng didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that Zhao Chan would really feel pain.

Just gently touch it with your fingertips over and over again.

Zhao Chan was really itchy and uncomfortable, and wanted to pull back, but also wanted to get closer.

In the end, I could only hug the quilt and lie there sobbing.

Zhong Cheng stopped.

But the little emperor twisted his body, "Uncle Emperor, you continue."

Zhong Ting was helpless, "Does Your Majesty feel comfortable or uncomfortable?"

This sentence made Zhao Chan really questionable.

He was bored in the dark, kicking his feet, with a "you just do it, why are there so many strange problems" posture.

The charcoal fire in the hall was so full that the little emperor would not feel cold even in his middle coat.

When he was kicking around, his pants naturally hung down to the bend of his legs, and he was lying on his stomach again.

Just looking at it from the back, it's really...

Zhong Ting stood up silently.

Zhao Chan really noticed it, and was thinking about whether to turn around and say something nice.

Feel the heat again.

Zhong Ting came back again.

He said: "Your Majesty, I will continue. If you feel uncomfortable, just call Dabao's name, and I will stop. If you don't call, I will stop."

What kind of strange trick is this?

Zhao Chan was really thinking about it, and suddenly felt a strange touch on the soles of his feet.

As if being scratched by the softest feather in the world, an indescribable weird feeling rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky, and for a moment, he felt as comfortable as coming to the clouds.

Before he could taste it, the continuous weird sensation under his feet made him unconsciously grasp the quilt tightly, and his body collapsed.

He was about to call out "Da Bao", but he felt a huge reluctance in his heart.

The words that made him reach his lips turned into a groan and jumped out.

"Your Majesty, are you comfortable?"

Zhao Chan's consciousness was a little divergent, and he hummed softly unconsciously, which seemed to be very comfortable.

Qiushi took the medicine, hurried back, and when he went outside the hall, he found the door closed.

The little eunuchs guarding the door were blushing, wondering what they were thinking.

"You are not waiting inside, why did you come outside the hall?"

"Hush, shush. Sister Qiushi, keep your voice down."

"What's wrong?" Qiu Shi was puzzled, the little eunuch pointed at the door and winked, for some reason, an ominous premonition filled her heart.

Go to the door and listen carefully.After a while, her face was cloudy and uncertain.

There was a weird sound inside... She had only heard it from the servants who were eating in the palace.

Could it be that the prince is still attacking His Majesty?

Qiu Shi was in a state of confusion, knocked on the door hurriedly and said, "My lord, this servant brought the medicine back."

"Come in." The man said in a deep voice, his voice seemed full of satisfaction.

Qiushi walked in, saw what happened, and froze in place.

What's the situation?

The little emperor's feet were held by the prince with one hand, and in the other hand was the loveless tiger cub Dabao, rubbing the big treasure against the soles of His Majesty's feet.

The little emperor's clothes and hair were disheveled, his face was full of spring, he kept laughing, but his brows were slightly furrowed, which was quite weird.

Qiu Shi only took one look and didn't dare to look again. It turned out that what I heard just now "Don't want the emperor's uncle" is such a thing...

"Bring the medicine." Zhong Ting was still smiling, he didn't expect the little emperor to be so ticklish, and he had a good time.

Qiu Shi brought the medicine over and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, for such a trivial matter, please come here?"

Before Zhong Cheng could speak, Zhao Chan put his feet on his chest and said lazily: "Uncle Huang is teasing me, so I want Uncle Huang to come."

Of course Zhong Ting wouldn't mind, in his opinion, it's like raising a cat, you rua him for a long time, the cat gets closer to you.

But in Qiu Shi's heart, it was a bolt from the blue.

How could the little emperor be so close to the regent!