Dodder Pampering Handbook

Zhao Xi is an old man, so it's not obvious that the little emperor is depressed.

His eyeballs rolled continuously, thinking that before the prince left, he had specially instructed him to take good care of the little emperor these few days, not only to be good, but also to be happy.

Serve me well, Zhao Xi can understand.But this is happy...

He finally understood that without the prince, the little emperor had a bitter face, just like a boudoir who couldn't wait for her husband to return in spring.

But in case the prince comes back and asks if the little emperor Gao is happy.He got an unsatisfactory answer, and he was the one who was punished.

Zhao Xi looked at the little emperor's back, sighed silently, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the scenery in spring is pleasant, why don't you go and have a look in the garden." After finishing speaking, he held his breath, waiting for the little emperor to answer.

Zhao Chanzhen stopped his hands and glanced outside, only to realize in a short while, the charcoal fire in the hall had gone earlier, and the snow falling on the palace wall outside had already melted.

The season when the warbler flies and the grass grows.

Zhao Chanzhen pressed the corner of his mouth down, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart.

It was clearly agreed that spring would teach him how to ride a horse.

As a result, as soon as spring came, people left.

"Zhao Xi, is the prince going to worship Buddha there for three days?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Including the back and forth on the road, it will take at least seven days."

seven days!When he comes back, all the flowers in the garden should be thankful!

Zhao Chanzhen became more and more dissatisfied. Zhenzhen felt a little bit in his arms, afraid that he would use herself as a punching bag, and came down from his arms with a "meow", walked gracefully to Dabao's side, rubbed it, and took it with him. Went out to play with it.

"Then let's go for a walk." The little emperor finally let go, got up from the blanket, and walked towards the garden with the eunuchs and maids.

In early spring, the flowers bloom very delicately, but there are not many varieties.But the leaves that turn yellow in winter are replaced with green clothes, which looks pretty pleasing to the eye.

Even the maids of honor changed out of their winter clothes and put on lighter spring clothes, which looked refreshing and neat.

The garden is very big, but Zhao Chanzhen just walked. Wherever he went, a large group of eunuchs and court ladies followed him. The large group of people who were walking around had no fun at all.

Zhao Chan really went to the Guanyue Tower, where you can overlook most of the imperial city. It is rumored that his licentious emperor father built it for watching palace maids frolicking in the garden shirtless in summer.

Most of the palaces in the palace are abandoned, and there have been no concubines in the harem for seven or eight years. In order to save money, only some of the palaces are in use.

That is to say, no matter how tall he stood, the entire palace was still and desolate.There is no fresh air at all.

But before this spring day, he had lived in such a place for many years.Hiding deep in the palace all day, I didn't feel particularly bored.

Now you can still visit the garden without worrying about your life.

People are becoming more and more hypocritical, and they start to dislike boredom.

Seeing a few things flying in the sky in the distance, Zhao Chanzhen pointed there and asked, "What is that?"

"Your Majesty, those are paper kites. Some folk gadgets, every spring, women and children are often released in the suburbs together."

"How did it fly into the sky?" Zhao Chan was really curious. It was the first time he saw a paper kite with his own eyes, but it was too far away to see the color and shape clearly.

"This... this old slave doesn't know."

Zhao Chan was really discouraged and felt blocked.

The tone was also a bit arrogant: "Why don't you know this or that? Since you don't know, why don't you go find one for me to have a look at?"

He clenched his fists angrily and stood there panting.Frightened a group of people to their knees.

Zhao Xi was sweating coldly, he didn't expect the little emperor to be so majestic, he hurriedly said: "This servant is stupid, so I'll go find a paper kite for His Majesty."

As soon as Zhao Chan spoke the truth, he actually regretted it a little.But he didn't know why, he just felt uncomfortable.

But he is the emperor, even if what he said hurt someone, there is no need to apologize.

Zhao Chanzhen turned around, not looking at Zhao Xi, and said in a cold tone, "Then go quickly."

In less than half a stick of incense, Zhiyuan arrived.

Along with paper kites, there are several folk artists who can release paper kites.

Zhao Xi said flatteringly: "Your Majesty, don't underestimate these people, they are folks who release paper kites."

"Is there anyone who released paper kites?" Zhao Chan really looked at those people with interest.

"Of course." Zhao Xi hurriedly said, "Our lord is a master at flying paper kites. Your Majesty doesn't know that in previous years, there were picnic feasts in the city in spring, and girls in the boudoir would go out for outings and fly paper kites on this day. If the paper kite is placed well, it can still be favored by the little lady, and it is not impossible to embrace the beauty!"

He was talking excitedly, but he didn't see the smile on Zhao Chanzhen's face getting weaker and weaker. In the end, he was even expressionless and said in a strange tone: "So, the emperor's uncle will be favored by women every year?"

Now, Zhao Xi blurted out: "How can it be! Our prince's face is cold, and those girls are afraid when they look at it, and I haven't seen anyone who dares to come up to express their affection."

After he finished speaking, he realized that what he was talking about was about the prince, his heart was beating like a drum, he lowered his head and dared not look at the little emperor.

He only heard the clear laughter like a spring hitting a stone from upstairs, Zhao Chanzhen defended the prince: "That's because they don't know that the emperor's uncle is actually a very gentle person."

Zhao Xi wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied: "Yes, yes." King Yong'an is gentle?This is probably the funniest joke in the world.

But the lord seems to be... more patient with the little emperor than he is with those girls.

"Let me show you the paper kites." Feeling inexplicably better, Zhao Chanzhen asked the artist to release the paper kites.

Paper kites cut into various shapes and flying around in the sky are indeed more interesting than just viewing flowers.

For two days in a row, after the morning court, Zhao Chanzhen went to the garden to watch people release paper kites after finishing the paperwork.

He not only watched, but also wanted to learn a little bit.But Zhao Xi didn't dare to agree, the little emperor was delicate and expensive, and the silk thread was so restrictive.

Just when Zhao Chanzhen was persuaded by everyone, suddenly someone came to report and Deng Yong begged to see him.

Zhao Chanzhen hadn't seen Deng Yong for several months since the arty dinner in winter.

It was later learned that he was punished by the emperor to guard Zhuangzi in the outskirts of the city, and he probably only returned to Beijing in the last month.

Zhao Xi glanced at the little emperor's face, and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, should this old servant refuse him?"

After all, he was the initiator of the little emperor pretending to be a dancing girl to please his ministers.

Zhao Chanzhen smiled slightly, "It turns out that Deng Qing is back, please invite him in quickly, I haven't thanked him well yet."

Deng Yong quickly entered the garden, with a smile on his face, brisk footsteps, and a tall man with a goatee, he looked like he was good at pleasing people.

Behind him was a half-grown boy with a round face, eighty-tenths like Deng Yong, with a smile even when he was not smiling.

Before he got close, Deng Yong shouted: "Greetings to Your Majesty!" As he said, he kowtowed step by step, and came to Zhao Chanzhen's feet, lowering his head and wanting to kiss his shoe upper.

Before the kiss came, he was stopped by Zhao Xi with Buddha dust, "Okay, okay." He looked down on Deng Yong from the bottom of his heart, he had seen someone who licked, but never seen someone who could lick like this.

He is able to lower his figure very much, even if the prince threw him to the suburbs to watch Zhuangzi, he did not dismiss him from his post, which shows how capable this old man is.

Deng Yong took two steps back, still smiling, showing no anger: "Your Majesty, in the past few months, under the order of the prince, the old minister has personally observed the people's conditions and learned a lot of good things from the foreign people! Today It’s here to present treasures!”

"What treasure?" Zhao Chanzhen asked, but he didn't think so.If Deng Yong sent him some beautiful concubine or concubine, he would take the opportunity to send Deng Yong away.

"Please look, Your Majesty." Deng Yong raised his hand, and his son knelt and took two steps forward, opening the wooden box he was holding, revealing three things inside.

A transparent cup, a bottle of blue liquid, and a...paper kite.

"Look, Your Majesty, this is the treasure of the Daliu Kingdom, the glass cup, which is worth thousands of gold! This is the perfume of the Hu people. It not only smells fragrant, but also has some other special purposes." I understand the expression.

Zhao Chanzhen didn't react too much, he just took out the paper kite, turned it over in his hand and looked at it: "What do you mean by sending me this?"

"Your Majesty, Cao Min is very good at releasing paper kites. If Your Majesty wants to see them, Cao Min can show them to you every day." It was the boy with the round face who spoke.

Zhao Chan's genuine interest faded, these things may be interesting enough, but they are not that interesting, "I accept it, you withdraw, let him stay."

The round-faced boy stayed for the time being, and excitedly began to show his superb paper kite skills. In fact, he was not as good as those folk artists, but he was brave enough to interact with Zhao Chanzhen.

After playing for a while, Zhao Chan really asked him to take a break and made the eunuchs retreat a bit, and then asked: "I heard that men who are good at releasing paper kites in the folk will be favored by women?"

Deng Qiu's eyes widened, "Understood" in his eyes, and said narrowly: "It's true, just like Caomin, there are several beautiful concubines in the family..."

"Stop." Zhao Chan really stopped him, wondering why the father and son liked to marry concubines so much.He frowned, and asked again: "What about my uncle, is he welcome?"

"The king of Yong'an is a dragon and a phoenix among the people. He has the appearance of a celestial being, is suave and suave, and is tenacious, so he is naturally popular." Deng Qiu talked eloquently.

Zhao Chan's eyes turned cold: "Then he also married many beautiful concubines?"

Deng Qiu: "This..."

As far as he knew, King Yong'an's only beautiful concubine seemed to be given by his father.It was also given to his subordinates by King Yong'an.

"That's not true." Deng Qiu looked around and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Caomin only tell His Majesty one person, Your Majesty must not tell anyone else."

Zhao Chanzhen couldn't help lowering his voice: "What do you mean?"

Deng Qiu swallowed his saliva and said: "The prince has always been surrounded by beautiful women who show his favor, but the prince never touches himself. People say that the prince may be very masculine."

"Nanfeng?" Zhao Chan was really puzzled.

"Your Majesty, it's that, that." Deng Qiu was a little anxious, and made a familiar gesture.

When Zhao Chanzhen saw the gesture, he somehow understood it.

Uncle Huang is so masculine?