Dodder Pampering Handbook

Time flies fast.

In March of Yangchun, Zhao Chanzhen was practicing swords in the martial arts field. He was wearing a tight martial arts uniform, with a thin waist and a tall stature.

If there were still people who regarded him as a beautiful woman last year, they certainly would not this year.

With good food, coupled with his young age, the little emperor is like a crop that has experienced nectar for a long time, growing in height every day.

It grows faster, and the joints of the bones are painful. The imperial doctor can't remedy it with medicine, but can only supplement it with food, supplemented by massage.

But no matter how much he made up, Zhao Chanzhen didn't take it all, and he didn't mean to gain weight at all. As a result, he was tall and thin like now.

He has also reached the stage of changing his voice. His voice, which was originally soft and indistinguishable between male and female, is now a little hoarse.

On the morning when his voice changed, the little emperor was stunned when he came out with a distorted "Uncle Emperor".

Is this voice still his?

Because of this, the little emperor was secretly afraid for a few days.

He thought someone had poisoned him and made him lose his voice.I was in panic all day, and I didn't even dare to eat.

Who told him that besides the nun, there were only eunuchs and maids around him since he was a child. The eunuch didn't say that his voice changed at all, and no one told him that when a man grows up to a certain age, some strange changes will occur...

The little emperor brandished the sword, he paused at first, then seemed to think of something annoying, and danced even more fiercely.

The change of voice was told to him by the regent.

That day the little emperor huddled at the foot of the bed, hugged himself, and refused to get out of bed no matter what.

Qiushi couldn't find out the reason, so he could only turn to Zhong Cheng for help.

Zhong Teng was also puzzled when he heard this. In the early court, the little emperor kept his face sullen and said nothing. He thought that the little emperor was angry with the ministers.

When he went to Zhao Chanzhen's side, he comforted him with kind words for a while, and then asked him what's the matter, the little emperor immediately put down his guard.

Throwing into his arms and trembling, with a crying voice, lowered his voice and said: "Uncle Huang, someone poisoned Chan Zhen!"

Zhong Cheng was so frightened by this sentence that he immediately wanted to call the imperial doctor, but in the next second——

"Someone poisoned me, and the poison made my voice dumb!" Zhao Chan was sobbing, extremely aggrieved.

Zhong Cheng also heard something wrong with his voice, his expression was gloomy, his fingers were clenched tightly, and he still pretended to be calm, "Your Majesty, open your mouth and let me take a look."

Zhao Chanzhen opened his mouth obediently, revealing his white teeth and red tongue.

Zhong Cheng looked at his throat, it was clean and there was no redness, swelling or burning, so it must not have been poisoned.

For peace of mind, I called the imperial physician.

After the imperial doctor came to see, he immediately understood that the little emperor had finally entered the time of development.

Ordinary men, at the age of eleven or twelve, at the latest thirteen or fourteen, will have a developmental period.

Hoarseness of voice, sudden increase in height, and even disappearance in dreams are all very common things.

The imperial physician thought for a while, and only said the first two points, but did not mention the third point.

In and out of the palace, countless people were looking forward to Zhao Chanzhen giving birth to a prince, secretly thinking of bad ways.

If he didn't say anything, it was also an act of prudence to protect himself, lest someone with a heart would harm the emperor, and someone would blame him.

Zhao Chan was really confused. After the imperial doctor left, he still sat there cross-legged, touching his throat, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhong Cheng was a little amused, so he loosened his hair and tied it up.

"What is His Majesty thinking?"

"Zhenzhen... will he be like the emperor's uncle in the future?"

"what?"

"That's it." Zhao Chanzhen stretched out his hand and gestured, a big man and a small man.

Will he grow up to be as powerful as the emperor's uncle in the future?

For some reason, Zhao Chan really felt numb just thinking about this possibility.

It's not that he likes himself to be weak like a woman, it's just that years of life in the palace told him.

If you can't protect yourself, it's best to show weakness.

Is he safe enough now?

Zhao Chanzhen's expression was gloomy. He should have been very happy, but he couldn't cheer up.

Such as mourning a concubine.

It only took Zhong Cheng a moment to understand the logic of the little emperor.

He had been with Zhao Chan for two months, observing him all day and knowing his past experiences.

And gradually understand, Zhao Chanzhen's logic in dealing with the world.

He is afraid of growing up.

An emperor like him has the ambition to be king in his heart.Zhao Chanzhen also has it, but his ambition is suppressed by the idea of ​​survival.

Before becoming king, he wanted to live even more.

The first rule of survival is to show weakness.

Showing weakness to anyone makes people feel at ease that he is a well-behaved puppet.

He touched Zhao Chanzhen's smooth long hair with distress.

A few days ago, he also said that if the little emperor wanted to grow up quickly, he would teach him to ride and shoot, but who would have thought that he would really grow up, and the little emperor would become afraid instead.

And a little cute.

"Your Majesty." Zhong Cheng's voice was a little softer, he grabbed his hand and placed it on his Adam's apple.When he spoke, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, so Zhao Chanzhen was engrossed in playing with it, as if he had found some fun toy.

After playing for a while, he choked on his nose and complained, "That's weird."

"Your Majesty's Adam's apple will be like mine in the future."

Zhao Chanzhen touched himself again, it was still very flat, not much changed.

But having said that, the fear in his heart lessened.It's no big deal to grow up, it's nothing more than a long Adam's apple, not a death on the way.

That night, the little emperor woke up with severe pain in his calf.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully endured the cramping pain in his leg. The pain was so painful that he shed tears, but he didn't cry out.

It hurt two or three times that night, and he went to court early in the morning with a pale face.

The regent interrupted the morning court halfway, took him back to the bedroom, and asked him if he was sick.

Only then did the little emperor throw himself into his arms again, weeping aggrievedly.

"Uncle Huang said that when you grow up, you must be masculine, and you can't cry like a child. But Zen really hurts too much... woo woo woo..."

He was out of breath from crying, Zhong Cheng held his shoulder and looked at his eyes that were clouded by crying: "Where does it hurt, Your Majesty?"

"leg……"

He grew up fast, couldn't keep up with his nutrition, and fell asleep in excruciating pain.

On the same day, Zhong Cheng ordered someone to draw up a recipe for him, but at night, the little emperor cried again.

For two days like this, he was too scared to sleep at night.I didn't even sleep for a while, and woke up by myself.

Zhong Teng had nothing to do with him, he secretly sighed in his heart that Zhao Chan was so squeamish, and then slept with him in the emperor's bedroom.

He is tall and has long legs, and he sleeps on a low couch, quite aggrieved.

Zhao Chanzhen turned sideways and called him: "Uncle Huang, do you want to come up to sleep?"

"Your Majesty, no. Go to sleep quickly."

Zhong Ting replied without opening his eyes.

Well, Zhao Chanzhen pouted silently in the dark, he was just probing, if Zhong Cheng really came up, it must be a wolf's ambition.

But... isn't he originally an ambitious wolf?

Sighing leisurely, Zhao Chanzhen tossed and turned on the bed.

"Why isn't your majesty asleep?"

Zhao Chanzhen's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was extremely aggrieved, "Uncle Emperor, Chanzhen is afraid alone...it hurts too much."

After speaking, he smiled to himself.If only he was so afraid of pain, he didn't know when it started, knowing that no one cared about him, he seemed to be no longer afraid of pain.

Zhao Chanzhen touched his right arm, looking a little bored.

The next second, he froze on the bed.

"Your Majesty, if I sit here, you don't need to be afraid."

Suddenly a tall black figure sat on the couch, facing him, holding his right hand hanging there.

He was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his left hand and lay down, not daring to think about it anymore.

"Uncle Royal."

"Ok?"

"Why don't you come up to sleep?"

There was silence.

Zhong Cheng was thinking about what the little emperor meant.In the original text... It's not that he has never used beauty as a sharp weapon. After being given to others, he lived a very unsatisfactory life. In the end, he didn't care about using this face in exchange for a good life.

It wasn't until the protagonist Gong and the protagonist Shou fell in love with each other that he was abandoned.

Later, he died in a small courtyard, and no one cared about him.

Zhao Chanzhen just felt that his hand was suddenly held tightly, and it even hurt him a little.

He didn't know whether he should remind Zhong Cheng, but he heard Zhong Cheng approach him, as if making an oath, and promised: "Your Majesty, I will take good care of you."

When Zhong Teng thought of the little emperor's miserable end, his heart felt as if he had been pinched, and he didn't have any thoughts about what he shouldn't have, only distressed.

He was supposed to be a young boy with stunning talent, but if he was born in Tiangong, many fairies would fall in love with him.

It should never have ended like this.

Zhong Teng was a little rejoiced, fortunately he came and could change the little emperor's ending.

After a while, the little emperor gave a soft "hmm".

He turned his face sideways, opened his eyes, and was not sleepy.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

Zhao Chan really fell into a dream. He dreamed that he fell into a deep well, and the walls of the well were slippery. He was terrified, and shouted at the top of his voice, but his voice was hoarse and painful, and he couldn't yell out.

He stretched out his hand to grab it tightly, but it slipped down again and again and fell into the icy water.

Suddenly, there was something in the water, warm and moist, wrapping around his toes, gradually upwards, he only felt comfortable, tightly wrapped and protected...

However, in the next second, that comfortable feeling disappeared in an instant, leaving only the pain in his leg, which burned his body in an instant.

Zhao Chanzhen was woken up by Zhong Cheng, crying, and he threw himself into his arms shaking his body.

The feeling of the dream still remained in my mind, which was painful and comfortable.

After he regained his composure, he noticed that there was still a hand kneading on his leg.Even though the owner of this hand was comforting himself with the other hand, it didn't stop.

Wrapped by warm and strong hands, the pain in the lower leg seems to be less painful, and occasionally there will be a momentary pain, which will be more intense.

But why is it cold under the body?

Zhao Chanzhen lifted the quilt suspiciously, looked at it for a while, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

He actually wet the bed!

Immediately covered the quilt, trying to cover up this embarrassing moment.

But Zhong Cheng's dog nose is too sensitive, "What smell?"

The little emperor had an aggrieved face, and cried, "It's Zen that's really bad... Zen really wets the bed..."

"Stop practicing!" Zhao Chanzhen threw away the sword like an electric shock, only to feel his face burning.

Why does he always think about what happened that night!

Who knew he wasn't bedwetting, but...

The murdered Zhong Cheng helped him destroy his body overnight, only to find out that he was just that one.

The next day, I personally wrote a note to him, explaining why that happened.

Zhao Chanzhen had a fever all over his body, especially Zhong Teng's sentence, "Men will be like this when they grow up, and so will this king."

Why is his mind full, thinking about Zhong Ting, too, and how?

The author has something to say:

This is a necessary stage! (serious face)

But you can't write too much detail! (It can only look like the little emperor's monologue)

In fact, it contains a lot of information! (But my mind is full of that and that)

(Hey hey hey, I'm going to grow up soon(////))

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Recommend Jiyouwen, "The Vicious Master Dressed as a Villain" by Double Speed ​​Seventeen

"The Vicious Master Dressed as Villains"

Jiang Muchen transmigrated into a perverted master in a cultivation text

——Jiang Muchen.

In the original book, Jiang Muchen has a strange temperament and has a tenth level of cerebral palsy.

He searched for a bunch of beautiful children and forcibly accepted them as disciples, and used all kinds of methods to cruelly abuse the children.

Shu Langyue, who was supposed to be a star, was an amazingly talented boy and girl, one after another, they were blackened because of the shadow of their childhood, and they made various feats of destroying the world, and all of them ended up miserable in the end without exception.

Before dying, they tortured the "good master" who was imprisoned in the dungeon severely.

So happy that there is no body left, the kind that is too horrible to look at.

Jiang Muchen: "..."

He made up his mind that he must stay away from the plot.

But when he didn't want to transmigrate, the eldest disciple in the original book had already been accepted by him.

The frail and pale little doll, skinny, with a stubborn face, makes one's heart soften just by looking at it.

Jiang Muchen hesitated for a moment: "...how about raising it?"

Jiang Muchen, who was forced to raise cubs, has since embarked on the road of an all-round male mother.

The little apprentice practiced the sword and he handed over the moves

The little apprentice made alchemy and he followed him

He hugged the little apprentice Du Jie in his arms and protected him tightly.

But the little apprentice was as cold as a small iceberg, no matter how warm he was, he was not hot.

Jiang Muchen let out a long sigh inwardly.

That's it.

The boss can't do it, and the second brother,

The second child can't do it, and the third child,

If the third child can't do it, there is still the fourth child.

Raising cubs is like raising fish, the more you raise, the happier you will be.

***

Chu Yun was reborn.

He was reborn when he was just taken under the door by that crazy man.

Once he returned to the weakest childhood, he was so embarrassed that he was powerless to resist.

The deep-rooted hatred was buried deep in his blood, he wished that the person in front of him-eating flesh, sleeping skin, drinking blood, cramping, was not enough to relieve his hatred!

One day, the night is dark and windy.

The young boy raised his palm, and the power in his palm was concentrated.

Just as he was about to attack Master, his body was slammed away.

[Second Junior Brother: Master, Master, the baby fell down and needs to be hugged! 】

[Third Junior Sister: Master, Master, if the baby is unhappy, you have to kiss! 】

[Fourth Junior Brother: Master, Master, the baby is hungry, begging for food! 】

Chu Yun: "..."

The young boy clenched his fists tightly and pursed the corners of his lips.

He walked forward silently with a cold face, stretched out his arms and hugged Shizun's slender waist, buried his small face in Shizun's chest, opened his lips and said sullenly: "Master, Xiao Yuner is afraid of the dark, you hold me tonight Did I sleep well?"