Dodder Pampering Handbook

The young man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered, and the fingertips holding the armrest were a little white.

It was only then that Zhong Cheng noticed that there was a tear mole hidden on the lower eyelash of his right eye.

Usually it is invisible, but now it is very clear.

There is a folk saying that people with moles on their lower eyelids love to cry.

Sure enough, Zhao Chanzhen's eyes were filled with tears, which seemed to be falling but not falling.

Her lips were so red that she looked pitiful.

Like a cat, he said softly: "Zen really doesn't understand what Uncle Huang is talking about."

Not only a crying bag, but also a smart little fool.

Not in a hurry at this time.

Zhong Cheng lowered his eyes, tapped his thigh, and looked at the minister who was kneeling and begging for mercy.

He looked extremely indifferent, with a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes, he was thinking about something, his expression was gloomy, more disturbing than the roaring tiger in the garden.

He really wanted to throw Liu Yan into the garden, but now was obviously not the time.

The King of Beasts was just a cute cat when he was young. As a qualified tiger, he should teach the cub how to hunt.

Zhong Teng stabilized his mind, smiled suddenly, changed the subject and said: "Then your majesty, do you want to throw Xiang Zhongchen in to feed the tiger?"

He didn't say that the race was gone, he just said feed the tiger.It's really hateful to look like you know that you are letting others die, but you feel at ease.

Zhao Chanzhen bit his lower lip, and blinked away his tears under the minister's pleading or glaring eyes.

The tone is waxy: "I'm a little dizzy, I don't want to see blood."

The implication is forget it.

Zhong Ting was not surprised.

He thought that Zhao Chanzhen was just an excuse to release the water, but in the next second, Zhao Chanzhen's head went limp and he fell straight forward from his seat.

"Your Majesty!" The minister stood up and rushed forward, shouting loudly.

Zhong Teng grabbed him with his long arm and held him in his arms, preventing him from falling to the ground and bleeding.

I saw that his face was flushed abnormally, and his breathing was extremely hot. He stretched out his hand again, and the temperature was indeed very high.

"Please doctor!"

Zhao Chan was really in a daze, feeling that his body suddenly flew into the air, erratic, he felt that he might be about to die.

Otherwise, how could it be so light?

He heard from a crazy woman in the cold palace that before a person dies, the memories of a lifetime will flash through his mind like a revolving lantern.

But he thought and thought, and he could only think of the temple on Mount Jiuhua, and the large bamboo forest behind the temple. When the wind blew by, it made a tinkling sound like it was raining.

And then, the day she was brought into the palace, the pain from being pulled on her arm.

It was really painful, and he remembered it for six full years.

The room that has been closed all the time, whispering to each other.

And, the soaked and swollen corpse was right in front of him, with eyes protruding from under the covering white cloth, staring at him firmly.

Will he die too?

Zhao Chan was really afraid of death, he didn't want to die, he still wanted to see the bamboo forest.

The person lying on the dragon bed was already delirious with fever. All the imperial physicians in the palace had visited, and the diagnosis given was that His Majesty was overly frightened and mentally hyperactive.

As a result, chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, and high fever persist.

Swipe back the trembling imperial physician.

Zhong Cheng sat alone beside Zhao Chanzhen's bed, counting the things that happened within a day.

First let him dance in the snow in the cold winter, then make him cry because of a misunderstanding, and then suddenly change his attitude and let him go to court...

Zhao Chan is really a timid character. In the book, he is said to be beautiful, but in fact he is woody. If it weren't for his face, readers probably wouldn't have too much expectation of him.

Is it the same for yourself?

Zhong Teng seriously reflected on himself, he seemed to be too impatient.

He obviously wanted to gain the little emperor's trust first, but he just wanted to see him troubled.

"Well, when you wake up, I'm not in a hurry to make you emperor."

Zhong Cheng put his hand in his own, carefully.

But a sob was heard.

Busily looking at the little emperor, he found that at some point, his eyes were half-opened, tears kept spilling out, and he was crying extremely wronged.

But he didn't dare to cry, his face turned red from holding back.

Zhong Cheng quickly stroked his chest and comforted him: "Don't cry, don't cry."

He is a stubborn rock, although he has read a lot of scriptures, he has never personally comforted others. It is of no use to just say "don't cry", and he was so flustered that he was at a loss for a while.

Just about to pretend to be majestic and call people in.

I heard the little emperor say vaguely: "Don't kill me..."

"I don't want to die...mother..."

"mother……"

"mother……"

The sound was more sad and sincere than the sound, and the hands were still struggling, as if trying to grab something.

It is written in the original that when the first emperor fled, he raped an aunt named Qingzhu, and the chasing army arrived. He fled in a hurry, leaving Qingzhu behind in a dark knot, and gave birth to Zhao Chan in a dilapidated temple on Mount Jiuhua. real.

The abbot of the temple thought of his innocence, so he left him to grow up in the temple and named him Zen Zhen.Qingzhu was grateful for the boundless Dharma of the abbot, cut off the dusty thoughts even more, and devoted himself to the Buddha.

Although the child is innocent, Zhao Chanzhen grew up in the temple and never called his mother. The temple's raising him is not much different from taking in others.

At this time, he was like a cuckoo crying blood, longing for the tolerance and comfort of his mother that he had never enjoyed.

Zhong Cheng couldn't explain the inexplicable feeling in his heart, before he could think, he stretched out his hand and held Zhao Chanzhen's hot hand.

As soon as he held it, Zhao Chan really burst into tears, as if he was holding some rare and peerless treasure, he put his hand on his cheek, and murmured: "Mother...that's so good..."

Well, mother is mother.

Anyway, isn't his mission to be Cuscuta's "mother"?Educate them, encourage them, and be self-reliant.

Thinking about it, Zhong Cheng simply reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb.

The jade wrench hasn't been taken out yet, it's icy cold on the face.

Zhao Chan was so hot that his whole body was uncomfortable, and finally felt a little cold, so he puffed up his cheeks unconsciously, wanting to touch the jade wrench for a while longer.

"Zen is so good, no one will kill you, I will protect you."

After taking the medicine, the high fever recurred. During the period, Zhao Chanzhen wiped his body several times, and said comforting words over and over again. Zhong Cheng almost racked his brains to sing a lullaby that he had never heard before.

At Yinshi, Zhao Chanzhen's fever completely subsided, he lay on the bed and slept peacefully, neither crying nor making noise.

His appearance is exquisite, especially when he is quiet, he is as beautiful as a finely carved jade portrait in the heavenly palace.

The eyelashes are like crows, the black hair is like ink, and the red lips are like lacquer.

Zhong Cheng wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and felt a sense of satisfaction in taking good care of his "son".

Raising children is difficult!

Worrying all night, being as shrewd as King Yong'an also brought some fatigue.

The lights in the palace were always on, the emperor was sick, and the maids and eunuchs were not asleep, waiting to be served in the palace.

Seeing Zhong Cheng come out, he looked at his nose and nose with concern, and saluted silently.

"Your Majesty has slept peacefully, please take care of him carefully. Cook some light porridge, in case His Majesty wakes up hungry."

He ordered in a hoarse voice, thinking there was nothing else important, Zhong Teng returned to the palace amidst everyone's surprise.

After he washed up, the sky was getting brighter.

Don't sleep at all, continue to check the government affairs in the study.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a warm touch on his feet, and Zhong Chengfang recovered from the political affairs.

Looking down, it was a tiger cub with yellow and black fur. It was only three months old. of.

I turned it over with my feet, stretched, and the muscles and bones on my back crackled.

"Come on."

Di Rong walked in, "What is your order?"

"Is Your Majesty awake?"

"I just woke up once, and after eating half a bowl of porridge, I fell asleep again."

"What is this?" He pointed to the tiger cub under his feet.

"This..." Di Rong smiled foolishly, there was no tiger in the Rare Birds Garden, and Chen Shichun went to the mountain with him to catch it temporarily after the prince gave an order last night.

The white tiger is a mutated tiger. It was caught by them when it was protecting its cubs, and the mother and child were separated.

Think of Zhao Chan really.

There was a moment of silence, just when Di Rong was about to kowtow to plead guilty.

Zhong Cheng said lightly: "When His Majesty wakes up, send this thing over."

"Yes!"

Di Rong hurried over, picked up the little tiger, and went out again.

This body is in the prime of life, even if he didn't sleep all night, he didn't feel too tired.

Zhong Cheng went to the window and pushed it open. The lights in the bedroom next door were on all night, and there was a plum tree in front of the window, which was not there before.

It's just that King Yong'an felt that the courtyard was desolate in winter, so he temporarily planted it.

There is peace in the palace, it seems that there is anything you want.

After reading the notebooks for two consecutive days, Zhong Cheng knew that this was just an appearance.

He couldn't read the rest of the scriptures even if he read them for three days and three nights, but he already had a score in his heart.

Today's Great Zhao is in danger, and if this continues, the change of dynasty will only happen in the past few years.

The same is true in the original text.

First, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, and then Jizhou Dilong turned around, and then Jingzhou was flooded, and locust plagues and plagues occurred frequently.

It could have been killed in the cradle, but the ministers in court only thought about how to get more oil from this sinking ship.

What's more, there is King Yong'an, the leader of the anti-thief, in the court.

Ministers with good abilities were either killed by him or devolved or driven back to their hometowns. Zhong Cheng, who was killed, still has to clean up this mess.

It is impossible to hand over such a big Zhao to Zhao Chanzhen, right?That being the case, he can secretly save Da Zhao a little first.

……It might work?

In order to train Zhao Chanzhen to be a qualified emperor, he must also maintain his personality as a traitor and traitor, and he must not let the wrecked ship of Da Zhao sink too quickly.

It's so hard.

Zhong Cheng looked at the sky speechlessly, although he also wanted to let Zhao Chanzhen confirm the emperor's position directly.

But Zhao Chan was so obvious that he couldn't bear it.

He couldn't bear the thought of the little emperor holding his hand and crying "Mother".

Okay okay.

He simply wants to be a good person to the end, even if he sacrifices himself, he still has to help Zhao Chanzhen and be a real one!Not arrogant!Niu * coax coax!emperor!

Zhao Chanzhen shivered in his deep sleep, and unconsciously wrapped the quilt tighter around his body.

I haven't dreamed about my mother for many years.

For a moment, he was a little greedy for the warmth remaining in the palm of his hand.

Quietly showing a faint smile, the little emperor fell into a deep sleep.

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Zhenzhen: I want a male mother

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