Dodder Pampering Handbook

He only pursed his lips.

Zhong Cheng's expression softened a little, and the hostility on his brows also faded a little.

"Let's go," he said.

Eunuch Zhao Xi bowed, and said in a brisk tone, "Your Majesty probably likes it very much. I heard people say that he named the little tiger Dabao."

puff.

Dabao, there are often women in the folk who call themselves young children like this. If you call them too much, it becomes a bit vulgar.

It is better than those called Lai Fu Wang Cai.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly remembered, Dabao is a tiger!

It's not a dog, why can't it be called Laifu?

It seems that the little emperor is not very proficient in naming. I don't know if he saw the note.

If he saw it, he would know that he had no intention of harming him.

After all, how could any evil person meow like a cat?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became, maybe Zhao Chanzhen could become somewhat independent today so that he could teach him some emperor knowledge.

Before the little eunuch on duty had time to report, the expectant Wang Yongan had already strode into the palace.

Zhao Chanzhen was leaning on the white soft fur-colored felt, with his right hand supporting his body, because he was dressed casually indoors, his outer robe slipped a little and fell under his shoulders, revealing his delicate collarbone, while his left hand stroked Xiaohu's back.

He was still muttering: "Da Bao is so good."

The little tiger still didn't see half of the elegance of the future, and after drinking milk, his paws were stretched out, just like a puppy.

Zhong Cheng coughed lightly, no emotion could be discerned on his face.

Zhao Chanzhen was so frightened that he was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, changed his posture to kneeling, and raised his eyes timidly to look at him.

He was kept in the palace, and he didn't move around often. His skin was white and delicate, and his body had a youthful and clean aura, like a lychee bearing fruit in summer, hanging on a tree branch. .

The room is a little dark, but it makes people look a little fuzzy.At first glance, I just think he is very good-looking.

But what a good idea, I forgot it in the blink of an eye.

"There is a charcoal fire burning in the hall, so it's time to open the doors and windows so that the room can be ventilated."

Or tell him to look more carefully.

Zhong Teng's voice was hoarse and indifferent, as if he was depressed.

The palace maids were terrified, and before they had time to think about it, they started to move, some opened the windows, some lifted the curtains.

The room was finally brighter than before.

It's just that it's winter, and the sun hasn't come out today, so it's still a bit dark.

Qiu Shi was beating his heart, His Majesty had just been ill and was not feeling well, King Yong'an wanted to freeze him again?

she was thinking.

Then I heard King Yong'an ordered again coldly: "Bring the white crane flying smoke and sky celadon from this palace, and then go to the House of Internal Affairs to find some exquisite and large pieces, and decorate this room properly."

Qiu Shi was a little surprised, which one is this?

She couldn't help but glance at the little emperor, who was also in a daze.

But no matter how curious the people in the palace were, no one dared to ask.

Zhao Xi said anxiously: "Hurry up and go? Do as the prince ordered! Forget it, you clumsy slaves, let's do it ourselves!"

Zhao Xi found a reason for himself, and hurriedly led people out.He was afraid that if he didn't go out again, King Yong'an would see something strange.

He originally wanted to divert the trouble to the east, so that King Yong'an could take his anger out on the little emperor.

But now which one is this... He can't understand.

He had to follow the orders of the prince.

Zhao Chanzhen was still sitting on the felt, holding Xiaobao at a loss, within half an hour, the room had changed drastically.

Pastel, sky blue, sprinkle blue, all kinds of elegant utensils are placed in the room, and the originally dark room is also brightened by these priceless treasures.

On the half-person-high vase was a picture of a cat playing with a butterfly. Zhenzhen walked over and scratched again and again with her paws. Dabao also struggled out of Zhao Chanzhen's hands and played with Zhenzhen.

Zhong Cheng watched him bow his head and play with his fingers, and asked slowly, "Does Your Majesty like it?"

what do you like?This house full of babies?Or a tiger?

Think of the meow on that note.

Zhao Chan was really guilty, he glanced at Zhong Cheng timidly.

He couldn't look away a little bit.

How dare he look at King Yong'an on weekdays, but for some reason today, perhaps because the room was too bright, he could see this man clearly.

His eyebrows are like sharp edges, and his eyeballs are black and bright like ink. He looks straight at people, and without words, he makes people feel chills.

But looking at it today, it seems... not so scary?

He lowered his head again, played with his fingers, moved his lips, and said nunuo: "I like it."

I dare not say that there are kittens and big cats in the room. In the future, these treasures will inevitably be broken into pieces.

He was somewhat reluctant, so beautiful, he should take good care of it.

Zhao Xi stood aside, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

In the past, how could the little emperor talk to the prince so calmly, before he could say a few words, it was as if he saw an evil ghost, his eyes were red from fright, and tears seemed to be falling.

At this moment, Zhong Teng spoke again.

"The note, have you read it?"

In an instant, Zhao Xi knew that what he thought just now was an illusion.

The little emperor's weak body trembled again, apparently startled.

I opened my mouth a few times, but didn't say a word, tears fell like pearls.

Like the rain hanging on the lychee, the green leaves are the base, making people reach out to catch it, and they can't bear to fall.

"why are you crying?"

Zhao Xi watched his prince reach out to catch the little emperor's teardrops, but before he retracted his chin, he heard him question again.

He stretched out his hand to grab the little emperor's childish cheek, and gently pulled it outward.

The little emperor was like a cub held in the mouth of a big tiger, not daring to move, not daring to move.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he looked at Zhong Cheng pitifully, begging him to let him go.

She put her hand in the air, but didn't dare to pull his hand.

Zhong Cheng saw it, but he didn't want to tell him in words that he could hold his hand and snuggle up with peace of mind like last night.

He just glanced at it lightly, and said: "If you don't tell me why you are crying, I will turn you into a little tiger."

Little Treasure was playing with the cat on the side, baring his teeth and claws, his mouth bulging, very fierce.

Zhenzhen just sits there, standing still, with one front paw and one tail, it can be teased to be aggressive.

Zhao Xi couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

The little emperor was even more aggrieved, and there was more pleading in his eyes.

He said inarticulately: "Wo... Huangsu..."

He can't say he saw it!He can't say it!

The words reached his throat, and he turned back in a daze.

It took a long time to hold back a sentence.

"Zen Zhen... can't read."

puff.

This time, all the eunuchs and maids serving in the palace laughed.

Zhong Ting couldn't help but let go of the hand that pinched his cheek, and there was still some slippery feeling in his fingers.

"You really can't read?"

Zhao Chanzhen bowed his neck to be slaughtered, closed his eyes, and let out a tragic "hmm".

"So, Fu Kaisheng deceived the king? Didn't he say that Your Majesty is familiar with the Five Books?"

He frowned, and his murderous intentions gradually rose.

Only then did Zhao Chan realize that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly explained: "The teacher didn't lie, it's because Zen is really stupid!"

"A dignified Confucian, who has taught His Majesty for six years, but can't even read the words. This is not a lie, what is it?"

Zhong Cheng was aggressive, the little emperor couldn't figure out how to lie, his ears were red with anxiety, almost smoking.

Afraid that he would cry again.

Zhong Teng's tone changed, and righteousness said: "Your Majesty is the master of the world. If it is true that you can't read a word, it will make the world's scholars laugh. The matter of literacy must be put on the agenda."

"My king sees that Fu Xisheng is about to fall into the ground, and even his thoughts are like rotten wood, rotten and indestructible. Let him teach your majesty, and I am always worried."

"Why not, let me teach His Majesty."

He made an impassioned speech, and his words were full of disdain for Fu Kaisheng.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the little emperor with an unpredictable expression, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Your Majesty thinks it's not right at all!

Zhao Chan's back was itchy in a hurry. He didn't want to study at all in order to protect himself, but the knowledge got into his brain, and he couldn't help it if he wanted to pretend he didn't know it.

I can only let Qiu Shi know how to read and help him write the homework left by the Taifu.

But if he confessed Qiu Shi now, King Yong'an would not be able to deal with the Tai Tuo for a while, and would he not be able to deal with a little court lady?

These thoughts are only for a moment.

He knew that he had no other choice, so he could only bear with tears and said: "I'm afraid Zen is really stupid, and it will make the emperor angry for no reason."

If it wasn't for the fact that he was still in front of the little emperor, Zhong Teng would probably be able to laugh out loud.

Cute, really cute.

His sharp eyes became softer, and he tilted his head kindly, like a spring breeze.

"For Da Zhao, this king is not afraid of difficulties."

Zhao Xi and all the palace people on the side also knelt down and said some joyful words of congratulations.

Zhong Cheng's expression turned cold, and he glanced at them quietly: "Today's matter, don't spread it. If it spreads..."

With just one look, all the kneeling people broke out in cold sweat.

He didn't want those ambitious thieves to know that the situation had changed slightly, it was just for fun.

I don't know what he was thinking, Zhao Chanzhen always felt that he was planning some conspiracy, and there was a bloodthirsty joke in his eyes.

The morning court was canceled today, without further ado, Zhong Cheng ordered people to prepare paper and ink, and then began his teaching.

The indoor charcoal fire was burning very well. With the windows open, the wind outside the hall carried the cold fragrance of plum blossoms, blowing away the impatience in the room.

Zhao Chanzhen held the brush clumsily, like a child who just learned to write.

He secretly glanced at King Yong'an, who was holding wide sleeves with his hands, bent slightly, writing with ink.

The profile is beautiful.

"Does it look good?"

Zhong Cheng looked at him playfully, Zhao Chan really peeked at him several times during this time.

With a blushing face, he clumsily flattered and said: "Uncle Huang is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and his appearance as a celestial being is naturally beautiful."

Zhong Ting smiled: "This king is asking you, is your handwriting pretty?"

Zhao Chanzhen's face turned red "shua", red to the ears, covered by clothes, the boy's fair body was also as red as a shrimp.

He was on the verge of weeping, and stammered, "It's good...it looks good."

Zhong Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and laughed out loud.

The laughter startled the birds in the courtyard, Zhao Xi listened outside the door, and muttered: "I haven't seen the little emperor so pleasing to people on weekdays, what's the matter today?"