The cubs assigned by the empire are a bit cute

Mrs. Cen was reminiscing with an old friend, and when Jiang Muhan arrived, she decided to call it a day.

Jiang Muhan nodded: "Auntie, let me say hello."

"You sit first." Mrs. Cen had a look of worry on her brows, but she still asked Axu to accompany Koukou first, and when Axu left, she quickly picked up a burqa worn by a child, "It's cool in the garden, Put on the buckle."

"Yes." Axu took the exquisitely crafted and cute little burqa and left.

From the moment Jiang Muhan sat down, he noticed that there was a basket with balls of yarn in front of the sofa, piled up with balls of various colors, as if he was knitting some small clothes.

He thought, it should be made by the aunt for the little guy.

The treatment of the little guy is really enviable.

Mrs. Cen asked the maid to bring tea.

Jiang Muhan took the tea and said, "Auntie, sit down."

He could tell that his aunt must have encountered something troublesome, and wondered if it had something to do with the person he had contacted just now, but she didn't take the initiative to mention it, and it was inconvenient for him to ask, so he sat down and drank some tea.

Mrs. Cen knew his character well, and she never said much, just said hello to him, and went to do government affairs after sitting for a while. It seemed that except for state affairs, she never thought of saying a word or two of her own.

However, Mrs. Cen knew in her heart that His Majesty treated her as an elder of her mother's family, and respected her both internally and externally, and did not really neglect her just because there were fewer greetings in daily life.

Mrs. Cen also looked at the pile of yarn balls along his line of sight, and said in a tone full of endless tenderness: "I'm going to knit a few baby hats for Koukou in autumn and winter. He likes to wear small hats."

"Really?" Jiang Muhan pretended not to care much, but thought that the little guy was really cute in a baby hat. "Let the Home Secretary call a dressmaker and make him clothes. My aunt doesn't have to do it herself."

"It's okay, I'm not busy." Mrs. Cen usually has some things to meet guests, and will also participate in important charity activities and commendation ceremonies on behalf of Jiang Muhan, but most of the time she is empty.

Mrs. Cen withdrew her gaze, looked at his calm side face, and said: "By the way, I just had a catch-up with an old friend. She had a serious illness at the beginning of the year. After recovering from her illness, she has been in poor health. Your Majesty, I may Go see her."

The average life expectancy of the Henghai Empire is very long, and the level of medical technology is advanced, but it does not mean that everyone can live to two hundred years old.

Jiang Muhan said, "I'll help my aunt arrange it."

Mrs. Cen thought of Koukou: "Your Majesty, Koukou is still so small, I think I should keep it? Will you take care of Koukou for me then?"

She saw that His Majesty's expression was a little stiff, and then cast a slightly suspicious look.

"Me?" Jiang Muhan didn't feel that he could take good care of the cub at all, but when his aunt said so, he could only agree, "Yes."

He briefly mentioned the matter of hosting a dinner party for the cubs.

When Mrs. Cen heard about it, she regained her spirits: "But the time may have to be pushed back. Can I wait until I come back? It will take some time to prepare. After all, I am also the first successor of His Majesty, so it is important to do it grandly."

Jiang Muhan had no objection: "Then wait until my aunt comes back."

A few minutes later, Jiang Muhan got up and left. Just as he was walking outside, he heard the sound of "da da da" trotting.

strangeness.

Why do footsteps sound so cute?

There is no strength, but it gives people a soft and blunt childish feeling.

In Jiang Muhan's mind, the little cub's round feet appeared strangely, and he even remembered that when they first met, he rushed to hug his thigh like Xiao Yuntuan, and finally slid off his lap like a little koala ...

The sound of "da da da da" was getting closer, like a gust of milk-scented warm wind, rushing towards Jiang Muhan from the corner of the corridor.

Jiang Muhan stood still, he suddenly wanted to see the little guy's reaction when he saw him.

In the blink of an eye, a little guy holding an orange-gold rose flower in his arms appeared in Jiang Muhan's sight. The smiling little toddler seemed to have circles of golden halos shining in his two big black eyes. Bright light.

Seeing the little guy rushing towards him without hesitation, Jiang Muhan straightened his back unnaturally, and the hands that were hanging down moved a little helplessly——

Do you want to bend over to cooperate when the little cub runs enthusiastically?Or just hug him?

Little cubs are supposed to love being cuddled?

Just as Jiang Muhan was "struggling" in his heart expressionlessly, he saw the milky white cloud directly brushing past his "legs" and pounced behind him.

Followed by a sweet call: "Auntie!"

"Grandma, look at Huahua, isn't it beautiful?"

Jiang Muhan stood stiffly on the spot, the back of his neck was a little stiff, and his already cold face was so indifferent that there was almost no expression at all.

The maids bowed to His Majesty and retreated to the sides.

Jiang Muhan stepped forward expressionlessly, his face darkened as he walked.

The deputy found it strange, why did His Majesty suddenly exude an aura of not getting close to strangers, and why did His Majesty suddenly stop and look very hesitant just now?

Could it be that he was waiting for His Highness to jump over and hug him?

Is it?

Is not it?

The deputy followed quickly, and seeing His Majesty walking faster and faster, he actually had the feeling that he wanted to escape from this place immediately, and felt that his guess was almost inseparable.

The deputy said in his heart: Your Highness is only so tall. If you don't stand properly, you can't see His Majesty's face. It must be that you really didn't notice that the person in front of you is His Majesty. It must not be deliberately ignoring Your Majesty.

But if he rushes up to explain to His Majesty now, he may be met with cold eyes.

Well, he decided to pretend nothing happened.

But after thinking about it, I felt that His Majesty was really duplicating what he meant. If he wanted to hug the child, he could just squat down and hug the child.

What kind of posture is this? !

Koukou really didn't notice other people, he just wanted to come back immediately after picking the flowers and show it to his aunt. When he raised his head from his aunt's arms, he realized that he seemed to have passed someone by mistake just now, and he was still very tall people.

He raised his head and asked curiously, "Auntie, who was it just now?"

Mrs. Cen hugged him and rubbed his forehead, thinking that Jiang Muhan didn't respond when he saw Koukou, and he never said anything about Koukou when he came to say hello, thinking that he might not be ready to be Koukou's father, so he didn't Mention him again: "No one, let's go, Koukou, let's put beautiful flowers in the bottle."

"Yeah!" Koukou was hugged by his aunt, and looked around the corner of the corridor curiously.

It seems to be a very tall person.

Kind of like dad?

But the pants were something he had never seen before, not the military boots he wore when he saw his father.

Mrs. Cen asked Axu to prepare a small narrow-mouth vase, and after pruning the flower branches, she asked Koukou to play with the flower arrangement.

Koukou was holding a small cute vase, leaning his elbows on the edge of the coffee table, and asked softly, "Auntie, where is Baba? Is Baba busy every day?"

"Well, very busy."

Mrs. Cen thought, otherwise, when she went to see her friends, she would simply put on the buckle, so as to save His Majesty from taking good care of her, and it would be bad for the child to get angry later.

If you really want to get them to get along, you can wait until later.

Mrs. Cen rubbed the buckled soft baby hat: "Does Kouko miss Dad?"

"Yeah!" Koukou held the small vase with both hands, rubbed the little bird embossed outside, rolled his big black eyes, "Auntie, can Koukou give this to Baba? On the table."

He was worried that his aunt would disagree, so he walked around to the end of the coffee table and grabbed his aunt's sleeve and shook it gently, "Auntie, are you okay? Are you okay?"

"Okay, good boy. You really have a heart." Mrs. Cen rubbed his little cheeks, pointed to the small vase and flower branches in his hand, "Auntie Axu will send them there for you, okay?"

Koukou nodded, turned around, and held the vase in both hands.

It is rare to see a cautious expression on his face: "Auntie, you have to give it to Baba, say...it's a small gift from Koukou!"

He buried his face in his aunt's arm shyly, rubbing his forehead lightly.

Mrs. Cen's heart melted, and she hugged Xiao Koukou.

As soon as Jiang Muhan entered the Regent's Office, he received a military minister.

The other party came to reprimand Tang Yusen, the commander of the Ninth Army, for his problems with the management of the army. He was talking about spittle and anger, as if Tang Yusen drove a warship and blew up his bedroom.

In fact, it was just the grievances caused by Tang Yusen's rapid promotion over the years. Every once in a while, some ministers who relied on being an old noble came to Jiang Muhan to criticize his actions.

Jiang Muhan's ears felt callused, and he was extremely upset when he was "snubbed out" just now. When the old minister from the old aristocracy was halfway through his speech, he picked up an old book on the table and read it as He slammed the minister's face hard at him.

The minister was frightened and terrified. He hurriedly picked up the book and asked tremblingly, "Your Majesty? What do you mean?"

"You people—"

Jiang Muhan, with a solemn face, is cold and arrogant, sitting in a large chair, his long and narrow eyes cast a cold light, his tone is as cold as an ice cellar,

"For my father's sake, I've given you enough face, but now you want to show your face and ask me to investigate Tang Yusen thoroughly? What's wrong? You are so old that your memory has faded so much that you don't even remember that Tang Yusen was handed by me, Jiang Muhan. Promoted? How did he get promoted step by step, how did he get to become the commander of the Ninth Legion step by step, don’t I know better than you old people?!”

The minister on crutches backed away in fright, the book in his hand fell with a clatter, and cold sweat the size of a bean suddenly broke out on his forehead.

When the roar came out of the Regency Hall, the guards outside the door trembled.

Just when Ah Xu approached, the guards stared at her when they learned of her intentions, but they could only bite the bullet and knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Cen's Xu is waiting outside."

In the hall, the deputy hurriedly responded: "Wait outside first, Your Majesty has something to do."

Axu said warmly: "Your Majesty, it was the little Highness who picked the flowers and asked me to send them over."

Jiang Muhan, who was confronting the Minister of Military and Political Affairs, put his slender palms on the armrest, his expression slowed down instantly, and he said to his deputy in an unusually soft tone: "Go and bring it in."

The deputy thought that the timing of this flower was too good, he quickly took it in and put it on the desk, and praised without hesitation: "You can tell at a glance that your highness has chosen the most beautiful branch from the bouquet and sent it. A flower, it’s really good, just like the little Highness, the cutest among the little cubs.”

Jiang Muhan's cold eyes slightly raised his eyelids, and he said bluntly: "Why are you going to write an aria for this flower?"

Deputy: ...Why can't I praise you? !

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine:

Junie threw 1;

2 spoons of cheese;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution:

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40 bottles of cheese with a few spoons;

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1 bottles of stars;

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