Dodder Pampering Handbook

He ordered someone to reward him with something, and Deng Yong went down happily holding the child.

As soon as he left the garden, his wife pounced on him, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, she clenched her fist and punched him twice, and she never let go after taking the child back.

The banquet in the garden was still going on, Deng Yong's show of presenting his son was not staged, and the ministers had different opinions.

Yawning, Zhong Teng put the wine glass on the table.

Like a mirror in their hearts, these ministers are not as honest as they appear.

In the book, Jinling City was defeated, King Yong'an was taken into captivity, and was torn apart by these ministers forcibly, and his death was very tragic.

According to Zhong Cheng's words, he deserves what he deserves.But now he is King Yong'an himself, so he can't go to that dead end no matter what.

It is also necessary to support Zhao Chanzhen as a capable emperor.

Difficult.

The ministers below were concerned, and they saw that King Yong'an had an unpredictable expression, staring at the emperor all the time, not avoiding suspicion at all.

Those with sharp eyes saw that the hands of the rebellious officials and thieves were still clinging to the bare toes of their Majesty, as if they were stroking some rare precious jade.

For a moment, King Yong'an's heart was trembling, and King Yong'an was extravagant. Although everyone didn't see it with his own eyes, he didn't refuse Deng Yong to send his concubine. Instead, he rewarded him with a house.

It doesn't matter if you fall in love with the minister's concubine, but if you fall in love with the emperor, it's really a crime!

An old man in his seventies stood up tremblingly. His temples were gray and his eyes could not be opened wide. He saluted and said, "Your Majesty, your Majesty has reached the age of tying your hair. The late emperor's heirs are weak, and my humble ministers are humble. I implore you to help me." Your Majesty presides over the central palace and selects women of the right age to enter the palace."

There is also this plot in the original text, Zhong Cheng raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Oh?"

"Your Majesty, please think twice. Your Majesty has now read the five books and has some experience in the political affairs of the court. It is time to perform the ceremony of Dunlun."

The old man who stood up was the little emperor's teacher, Fu Kaisheng, a veteran of the three dynasties. He was thin, but his tone was particularly tough.

Zhao Chanzhen ascended the throne at the age of nine, and has been on the throne for six years, but he has only read the five books, and it can make people laugh out loud.

A gust of cold wind erratically rolled the plum blossoms on the snow.

Just one petal fell into Zhong Cheng's palm. He clenched his palm tightly and opened it again.

He also felt a little beating in his heart, and it happened to be at this time in the book. Soon, the original owner sent the little emperor to the beds of several court ladies, and fed him the medicine of tiger and wolf, but the little emperor insisted on fleeing into the snow and fell A whole body of illness.

Maybe the little emperor didn't want to?

Zhong Cheng raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Chanzhen again, and stared at the plum blossoms outside the pavilion with ecstasy, as if staying out of the way.

After a while, it seemed like he had been thinking for a long time.

He said indifferently: "Your Majesty's dragon body is weak, so it is not advisable to get in touch with women too early. Let's discuss this matter later."

"Since this is the case, it is time for His Majesty to take charge of the government."

For some reason today, Fu Kaisheng changed his usual shrunken tortoise appearance and made a mistake.

The minister next to him was an old friend of him, but he didn't want to see his tumbling head on the ground, and secretly reached out to grab his long sleeve.

Was brushed away by him.

Not only that, but he also emphasized his tone: "Your Majesty, your Majesty has returned to the world, and it's time to take charge of the government in person, so as to tell the late emperor's spirit in heaven!"

That's right.

If it wasn't for his wrong identity, Zhong Teng even wanted to stand up and applaud him to hear his realization.

It's wrong to occupy the magpie's nest with a poison. How can the princes have a good reputation for helping the emperor die?

Zhong Teng was still thinking about how to answer, so that he could push the boat along the way in a reasonable way, as he wished.

He heard a soft voice in his ear, like a feather, twirling around his ear.

He said: "I don't know anything, the emperor is doing very well, I don't want to go to court."

Zhao Chan really seemed to muster up all his courage, his toes hidden under the case curled up, as if to cheer himself up.

His bright eyes looked at Zhong Ting. If he had a tail, he would have stuffed his own tail into his hand to please him.

"Uncle, I don't want to go to court..."

The young man's clear voice was soft and pleading.

He looked outside the pavilion begging for help, but no one dared to look directly at him.

Zhong Cheng even heard some Youyou sighs.

Fu Kaisheng hated that iron cannot be made into steel, and he persuaded rather helplessly: "Your Majesty has us, so we only need to get up early every day to go to court, know civil affairs, and prepare for future personal administration!"

The old man almost said, don't worry, with us, you can just sit there.

Bisheng Zhao Chan really didn't appreciate it, and turned his head away from looking at him, it seemed that he was determined and unwilling.

Zhong Teng remained silent at the side, and someone boldly persuaded him: "Your Majesty, didn't you really want to leave the palace when you were young? After you take power, you can go out to play!"

Zhao Chanzhen drooped his ears, and his back was a bit dejected.

A group of people over half a hundred years old braved their courage in front of the God of Death to coax their emperor to try to be a real emperor.

The scene is sad and funny.

Zhong Teng has a stern face, and when he is not smiling, he looks cold-blooded and unfeeling, but now just sitting there, sitting upright like a rock, sweeping down his black eyeballs, can kill someone.

He tapped on the table and made a final decision.

"Your Majesty will go to court tomorrow."

The veterans were so grateful that they fell to their knees in unison: "Ruixue has a good year, God bless Zhao."

Shouting more eagerly than anyone else.

This absurd banquet ended with the ministers successfully begging the emperor to come to the early court in person.

Zhong Cheng called Bu Tuo, and personally helped Zhao Chanzhen onto the sedan chair, and then went up by himself.

The little emperor came to the throne at the age of nine, and he personally took care of him as the regent and lived in the palace all the time.

It is only a wall away from the emperor's bedroom.

His heart is evident.

Zhao Chanzhen obviously couldn't accept it, why this person was so close to him after the banquet was over.

He was scared out of his wits, his mind was full of blistered and swollen corpses, and he was still looking straight at him.

Unknowingly, tears flowed all over my face.

When Zhong Teng helped him when he got off the sedan chair, he saw his red eyes from crying through the broken hair hanging down.

how?Tears of joy?

A self-motivated dodder is a dodder.Zhong Ting encouraged him in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

He asked, "Why is Your Majesty crying?"

The person who carried the sedan chair trembled in fright at his words.There was some collision when it landed, Zhao Chanzhen was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

After a while, Zhong Cheng's black python robe was soaked with tears.

"Why are you crying?" Zhong Teng asked again suspiciously.

This little emperor is good at everything, but he doesn't like to talk.

If he doesn't say anything, how can he know what he wants and what he doesn't want?

Zhao Chanzhen shook his head, bit his lower lip and dared not cry out, his pitiful appearance was more distressing than the water in the pool wrinkled by the spring breeze.

Zhong Cheng was impatient, kicked open the curtain directly, and held him in his arms, a soft one.

After he was put on the bright yellow soft couch, the ladies of the palace delivered hot water in an orderly manner.

I want to wash up for the distinguished little emperor.

But was stopped by Zhong Cheng, "I will serve you personally, and go to the small kitchen to prepare some cold soup."

The maid escaped in a hurry, and she didn't forget to close the door to keep out the wind and snow.

Zhong Teng wet the cloth, unfolded it, put it on his hand, and then wiped it on Zhao Chanzhen's face.

But the frightened little emperor kept shrinking back, his eyes were full of panic, and he kept yelling:

"Uncle, don't! Zen is really obedient!"

Zhong Cheng: "..."

For a long time, he was afraid that he would kill him.

He folded the handkerchief in half, squeezed it in his hand, and firmly supported the back of Zhao Chanzhen's head.

He was so frightened that he clasped his hands on Zhong Ting's hands, closed his eyes, and trembled slightly.

There was a gentle touch on his face, and he didn't cover his mouth and nose as he thought, nor did he break his neck with one hand.

Zhao Chan really looked at him, flustered and at a loss, so he didn't dare to look at him.

"I won't kill you." Seeing that he understood what he meant, Zhong Cheng explained seriously: "If I wanted to kill you, why would I keep you until now?"

Zhao Chanzhen's face was pale, Qi Qi nodded.

"Zhen really understands, Zen really will be obedient."

That's right, Zhong Teng just wanted to take the opportunity to teach a few more words.

I heard him say again: "I don't want to be the emperor, but the emperor's uncle."

After finishing speaking, there was a miserable smile on his face.

Miserable and sad.

The number of times he felt sad today was more than in the first half of his life.

Zhong Cheng sighed inwardly, and threw the handkerchief into the hands of the little emperor.

There is a long way to go to tame the dodder flower, and it seems that it will not work to force Zhao Chan to become the emperor only by majesty and force.

If he wanted to be a good emperor sincerely, get rid of the clinging status of the dodder, and become self-reliant, it seemed that he needed to formulate a new plan.

Seeing Zhao Chanzhen wipe his face obediently, a brush appeared in Zhong Cheng's mind, and he wrote a line.

"The first step in domesticating the dodder flower! Gain the trust of the little emperor!"

"My lord, the dispelling cold soup is ready."

"come in."

Zhong Cheng took the bowl from the maid and fed the little emperor himself.

He fed it seriously, not seeing the despair and anxiety in the maid's eyes.

The fox fur cloak randomly placed on the couch belongs to King Yong'an

Zhao Chanzhen was still wearing a white dance dress, showing her slender waist, and her long hair was scattered behind her, a little messy.He had just cried, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had been bullied miserably.

This scene...

Is what they have been worrying about for a long time finally going to happen?

The maid gritted her teeth, wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

Suddenly a black shadow jumped out from under the bed, lightly landed on the couch, and stretched.

It was a white cat with blue eyes.

When Zhao Chanzhen saw the cat, his face became more joyful, and he hurriedly hugged the cat into his arms, shouting "Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen" non-stop.

For a moment, he forgot that King Yong'an was still here.

He froze suddenly, his eyes wandered, Zhong Teng was still holding a spoonful of soup medicine, he leaned over, swallowed it in one gulp, drank it urgently, and coughed again.

Zhong Teng handed the rest of the soup to the maid, stood up, stroked his back slowly, and said in a soft voice, "Like cats?"

"Hi... like it."

Zhao Chan was as dumb as a mosquito, and the movements of holding the cat were a little unnatural.

Zhong Cheng knew that the road to gaining trust was not in a hurry, so he only said "um", and left the rest to the waiter.

Go back to his room, if he stays any longer, he is afraid that the little emperor will cry again, and he will look up with swollen eyes tomorrow, what a shame.

As soon as he left, Zhao Chanzhen's body softened, and he sat on the couch in a daze.

He felt like he was on the verge of death again.

Even his hands and feet became cold.

The author has something to say:

Zhong Cheng: Duck head, do you like cats? (Bravely cool and handsome)

Zhenzhen: QAQ hurts...scared