Dodder Pampering Handbook

On the next morning, the ministers took turns to perform. After several months of running-in, Zhao Chanzhen sat in that position, already quite regal.

Ask a few words from time to time, and the ministers below are sweating coldly.If someone can't answer, Zhao Chanzhen just needs to snort coldly, and a large group of people will fall to their knees.

A few ministers ransacked their homes before, and now there is a newcomer, a little younger, not too talkative, and doing things fairly smoothly.Several times Zhao Chan really hit a stick and then gave a sweet date, and he played with such proficiency that these ministers were much more loyal than before.

Seeing that the court meeting was coming to an end, Zhong Cheng suddenly stood up and asked to play: "Your Majesty, the Qin Tianjian is already preparing for the hair-tying ceremony in June this year. I think that Your Majesty is already able to take charge of the government. Ti Shun. I request to return to live in Yong'an Palace."

Zhao Chan really never thought that what he was going to talk about was this matter, and he was a little flustered.

But before he could speak, the silent ministers instantly came to life.

"King Yong'an is right. Your Majesty has reached the age of tying his hair, and he should also enrich the harem. It is not appropriate for the regent to live in the palace."

They were all happy in their hearts. At the beginning, King Yong'an used the excuse that His Majesty was still young, so he had to live in the palace to assist the emperor well, and he lived there for many years.

Originally, he was worried about how to drive this wolfish and ambitious traitor out of the palace, but he didn't expect him to bring it up on his own initiative.

Zhao Chan really ignored them, just looked at Zhong Cheng, puzzled, and said, "Uncle Huang..."

He had too many things to say, such as asking Zhong Cheng why and if he could not leave.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.

In the end, he just showed a faint smile, sat there high and high, and said: "Since the emperor's uncle has made such a decision, then I will agree."

As Zhong Cheng expected, the matter was settled like this.

As soon as the court came, the empress dowager called Zhong Ting. Although she was a little bit reluctant that her son was leaving the palace, she was also happy in her heart.

"Living in this palace all day is not happy at all. If you leave the palace, you will be able to open up branches and leaves for the Zhong family."

Only her cronies are left in the hall, so it doesn't matter if these intimate words are said.

But Zhong Cheng didn't appreciate it, "Mother, let's discuss this matter later."

Zhao's face turned cold, and she said in a cold voice: "Do you really want the Zhong family to never succeed?"

Zhong Cheng lowered his eyebrows and took a sip of tea.The Zhao family was snatched into the palace, she was indeed right to hate the emperor.But in his memory, his cowardly father didn't resist too much, he was even obedient.

The original owner hated the emperor, but even more hated his father.Even until the old King Yong'an died, he didn't feel too sad.

Not getting a response from Zhong Cheng, the empress dowager trembled, gritted her teeth and shed tears.In all these years, she has not survived a single day without relying on hatred. Her son's ambiguity with her made her think of her own miserable fate.There is even more resentment in my heart.

Zhong Teng was a little helpless. After looking at her for a long while, he realized that the mother and child were connected, and he couldn't bear her to be angry, so he could only say: "Mother is angry, just take it out on me. Why bother to be angry at yourself?"

"I'm not angry with you, I'm just sorry for your father. He raised you up with great pains, but now, the blood of the Zhong family will be broken in your hands..."

Seeing that Zhong Teng still knew how to persuade herself, the empress dowager finally relaxed and started nagging about those old things again.It was nothing more than the fact that she was snatched into the palace by the old emperor, and his father never married a wife again, and kept her for the rest of his life.

Zhong Cheng just listened, drinking tea from time to time.Seeing his obedient appearance, Zhao Shi felt sad again. Zhong Teng's father was a man who loved his wife as much as his life. After she was snatched away, he didn't care much about his son, and the relationship between father and son was very weak.

If she hadn't been holding the hand in the middle, Zhong Teng might not even go to incense every year.Anyway, as a mother, she is not too dereliction of duty.

Mrs. Zhao wiped away her tears, and took Zhong Cheng's hand, "Teng'er, mother doesn't care what you do, as long as you are happy."

In the end, she scolded those ministers again, and when she was finished, she told Su Yue to pack the food she had prepared into boxes and let Zhong Cheng carry it back.

That's all.

As soon as Zhong Cheng left, looking at his back, Mrs. Zhao showed satisfaction, "Teng'er and his father have the same temperament, with a cold face and a hot inside. In the past, the old prince was also like this. As long as the Ai family cried, he would do anything. accepted……"

Su Yue responded with a smile at the side: "The young prince and the old prince are father and son, so there's no reason why they don't look like each other?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao was even more happy.But when he thought of Zhao Chanzhen, impatience flashed in his eyes again, and he ordered: "Keep an eye on that foxy girl, don't think that you can catch King Yong'an just by crying."

"Master, what are you worried about? When the little prince leaves the palace, won't everyone in the palace listen to you? When the time comes, you can stuff as many as you want on the dragon bed."

Su Yue's words reached her heart, and after much deliberation, Zhao still felt that letting Zhao Chan really give birth to a little bastard, and then becoming a puppet emperor would be the most ruthless revenge on the Zhao family.

"The Ai family doesn't worry about this, but just thinks about Cheng'er, what kind of girl does he like. Suyue, do you think this palace is too deserted? You should also find girls of the right age in the city to set up a It's a party."

Not to mention what the empress dowager's plan was, as soon as Zhong Cheng left the palace, he saw Qiu Shi, the closest court lady beside the little emperor, waiting there.

He raised his eyebrows, "Why are you here, Your Majesty?"

It's okay if you don't say anything, but once you say it, Qiu Shi became anxious, "Your Majesty said he was not feeling well when he came down, and he called the imperial physician to see him, but he didn't let anyone come close. He has been hiding in the tent all the time."

"Have you had your lunch yet?"

"Nope……"

"Nonsense!" Zhong Cheng frowned, with a bad tone.Fortunately, he thought that the little emperor was sensible and didn't get angry.

The co-authors know that they can't make trouble when they are in court, but now they are starting to make trouble.

"My lord, go and have a look." Seeing him angry, Qiu Shi was startled, but still boldly begged: "Your Majesty always listens to you."

Zhong Cheng had a cold face and frowned, looking angry.

Zhao Xi hurriedly persuaded: "My lord, your majesty is still young. It's normal to feel reluctant to part with you."

"Ordinary people, at the age of 15, they have already performed the ceremony of Dunlun." He originally wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of the little emperor, so as to give him some space to develop his own power.

Obviously, he performed pretty well during the court, so why did he have a childish temper after the court?

Zhong Teng also discovered it recently. With him and without him, Zhao Chanzhen clearly has two faces.

With him by his side, Zhao Chanzhen seemed to be ten years younger. Every time he wrote a word or read a book, he would pester him and ask him about everything.

When he is not around, the little emperor is the emperor, he can make his own decisions, and has the demeanor of an emperor.

Besides, Yong'an Palace is near the palace, and it takes only one stick of incense to get there by carriage.He didn't leave Jinling City.

After all, Zhong Teng reluctantly headed towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The door of the palace was closed, even the windows were closed tightly, the maids were kicked out, and the imperial physician was standing outside.

Seeing Zhong Cheng, Qi Qi greeted him.

Zhong Cheng walked in and stood still in front of the couch.Through the bright yellow bed curtain, one can vaguely see the little emperor lying inside, wrapped up like a cicada pupa.

"Your Majesty?" Zhong Teng tentatively called him, but there was no response.

After a long while, Zhong Cheng sat down beside the bed by himself, cut first and then played: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for granting the seat."

"In order to thank His Majesty, I will rub His Majesty's legs." As he said, Zhong Cheng's hand moved along the bed.

This time Zhao Chanzhen still didn't speak, but kicked his feet, trying to shake off the hand on his calf.

Zhong Ting wrapped his arms around his ankles, why he still refused to let go, stroking from the raised arches all the way to his calves.

He also asked intimately: "Is your Majesty still in pain recently?" Just talking, he was a little surprised at the touch of his fingertips, as tender and smooth as tofu, without even hairs.

Zhong Cheng was secretly surprised and stopped his movements.

Because he found that his contact with the little emperor was too intimate.

Thinking about it this way, the little emperor's attitude towards him is different, but it's not all due to his nature.It should be more because of his presumptuous attitude.

Zhong Teng seriously reflected on his wrong attitude, got up hastily, stood still in front of the bed, and performed the courtier's great gift.

"The minister is too presumptuous."

"Why didn't the emperor press it?"

He and Zhao Chanzhen spoke at the same time, and as soon as the words came out, both of them were stunned for a moment.

Zhong Cheng hurriedly explained: "This king still treats His Majesty as a child, but he has long forgotten that the emperor's face cannot be lost."

What he said was so high-sounding that he didn't know how many disrespectful things he had done to the little emperor. He only said it now, and only ghosts would believe it.Zhong Teng himself was complaining about himself.

He was still thinking about how Zhao Chanzhen would respond to him. If he was a qualified emperor, he would take this opportunity to have a blind date with his subjects, right?

But there was only a low sobbing sound coming from the tent, the voice was extremely wronged, and it seemed to burst the embankment.

Zhong Ting called helplessly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is no longer a child."

In the past two months, the little emperor has been so fast that it has reached his shoulders, yet he still cries like before.

Also too squeamish.

Zhong Cheng looked at the bright yellow bed curtain and complained silently.

There was nothing else in the room except the sound of the little emperor crying.Zhong Cheng listened for a while, and seeing that he didn't intend to stop, he called out again: "Your Majesty."

This time there was more helplessness in his tone.

He opened the curtain, and saw Zhao Chanzhen lying there on his back, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, and the pillow was soaked.The corners of the eyes and the tip of the nose were red from crying, and the so-called crying sound was nothing more than sobbing due to a stuffy nose from crying.

I don't know why he likes to cry so much.

But Zhong Cheng couldn't watch him cry, as if he owed him a lot.

The voice was eight degrees lower, "Your Majesty cries again, and the sky of Jinling City will be poked out."

As he spoke, he sat by the bed, took the little emperor out of the bed, hugged him in his arms, and comforted him as carefully as he did when he was sick: "Your Majesty, don't cry."

Zhao Chan was really obedient, biting his lower lip to keep himself from crying, but how could he bear it, his palm-sized face was as suffocated as a red pomegranate.

It's sad and funny.

Zhong Teng had nothing to do with him, he just felt a headache, and his voice became a little harsh: "Your Majesty, don't cry anymore."

Zhao Chanzhen stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, with a timid expression on his face, and choked up, "Uncle Emperor...Uncle Emperor, don't be angry with Chanzhen."

He reached out to grab Zhong Cheng's sleeve, but he was very timid.The expression on his face was obviously afraid that he would be angry, but Zhong Cheng could see it in his black and white eyes.

I saw cunning.

Even that begging tone sounded like a spoiled child.

Zhong Ting hated him so much, he pinched the soft flesh on his cheeks, gritted his teeth, but the strength of his hand was very light: "Your Majesty is really a goblin."

Where did he learn how to pester people?

Like a needle prick, Zhong Teng was about to stand up suddenly when he thought of what he heard that day.

But Zhao Chanzhen pulled his sleeves tightly, and was about to fall on the bed without noticing for a moment.

Zhao Chanzhen fell out of his arms and closed his eyes in fright.Fortunately, Zhong Cheng reacted in time and supported his body with his elbows, and his body was no more than half a palm away from him.

Zhao Chanzhen blinked and was still tugging on Zhong Cheng's sleeve.

Zhong Cheng supported his body, stroked his soft hair, and said softly, "Your Majesty is obedient, will you?"

Then he withdrew his hand and made a soft nasal sound: "Huh?"

Zhao Chanzhen stared at him in a daze for a long while before blushing and obediently replied "Yeah."

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Empress Dowager: Cheng'er is like his father, the most shameful person to cry

Crying King Zhao Chanzhen agrees

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