Imperial Favour

The twelfth lunar month of the winter, New Year's Eve, is the most difficult time of the year. It only snowed yesterday, and now it is white outside.

Tang Zhuozhuo was lying on a soft chair in the Changchun Palace, with a milk doll carved in pink jade in his arms. The hall was scented with special fruity aromas, and the earth dragon burned extremely vigorously. Get drowsy.

She gently put the medical skills in her hand on the table, and covered Yi'an with a small blanket, before closing her eyes, she took a nap in the soft chair.

The cold snow began to melt, and there was a light rain outside this time, and I felt pain in my bones.

When Huo Qiu and Huo Yunyu walked in side by side, their mother and daughter were already asleep.

The young prince couldn’t stretch it any more, and he was about to run over. Huo Qiu frowned and raised him back. The latter swept over with a stern look, and Huo Yunyu had to obediently stand beside the carbon fire and walk outside. The chill that brought it dissipated.

When his little hands were warm, he walked around the screen in three and two steps, approached Tang Zhuozhuo, and rubbed his sister's red sleeping face.

Tang Zhuozhuo had slept shallowly, so he woke up naturally after such a trouble. He raised his head and saw the pacing man, and then he smiled and frowned, his voice soft and hoarse after going to bed. "The emperor will soon take Yi'an away, and his concubines' hands are numb."

Huo Qiu raised his eyebrows, and took the milky and milky meatballs out of her mother's arms. The stretched face suddenly stretched out, and he couldn't help but pecked on the tender little face of the girl. .

Huo Yunyu stood beside Tang Zhuozuo, humming coldly, extremely uncomfortable with Emperor Chongjian's differentiated treatment.

The difference is so clear that it's a pity.

"What happened to Yun Yu today? I've been unhappy since I went out in the morning." Tang Zhuozuo asked with a smile, poking his face that looked like his father.

At this time, Yi An woke up in Huo Qiu's arms, groaned twice, rubbed his eyes and said with a waxy voice: "Yian knows that sister Xiaoxiao went back today, and the emperor is not happy."

The squeamish milky voice echoed in the temple, Tang Zhuozhuo laughed, loosened his wrists, and then squatted down and held her son's little hand. With a smile on his beautiful eyes, he said: "Next, the queen will call Xiaoxiao into the palace. When it came time, she asked her to stay in the palace for a while."

The prince, who has always been steady, blushed, and hummed out with Yi An's little hand.

The smell of incense burning in the hall was long, and Huo Qiu grabbed Tang Zhuozhuo's arms with a long arm. The milk scent on the little woman was exactly the same as that of his daughter, making him feel soft.

"How big and small are so unforgiving?" He let out a few muffled chuckles from his throat, rubbing his cool nose against the soft nape of her neck, feeling her little shiver, and sighing comfortably.

Tang Zhuozhuo couldn't help but stretched out his hand to harass him, "Why is the emperor being so harsh on Yun Yu? The child is still young."

I usually want to take out my heart to my daughter, but I rarely smile to my son.

Huo Qiu listened to her turning around and saying these things day by day, but he still stroked her long hair, and said patiently: "He is a prince, he is talented, and he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders."

Besides, people who are four or five years old, where are they still young? I think that when he was six or seven years old, he followed Emperor Qiong Yuan to learn everything, and he had to guard against all kinds of open spears and secret arrows, and lived a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife.

After that, he leaned forward and pecked the girl's delicate eyebrows, and then he pondered for a moment and said, "Liu Hanjiang's wife disappeared last night."

These words were like a thunder on the ground, and Tang Zhuozhuo sat up slightly in shock, and asked, "Ye's? How did the great living person disappear? Did someone send someone to look for it?"

The man calmly did not speak, Tang Zhuozhuo already had a general idea in her heart. She spoke in surprise, and asked, "Did Jiang Jianxi take it away?"

The relationship between these three people is very complicated, and the person involved has never talked about it. Tang Zhuozuo can't figure out everything except for knowing that Liu Xiaoxiao is Jiang Jianxi's flesh and blood.

Huo Qiu sneered, and carelessly played with the little woman's finger sockets that finally raised some fleshy fingers. After poking them accurately, he slowly spit out a foul breath and said: "Liu Hanjiang did not send anyone to look for it."

Tsk, she looks sad, and the black eye under her eyes is covered with cream powder, but she insists firmly, saying that if she wants to come back, she will definitely come back. If she doesn’t want to come back, it’s fine if she finds it. significance.

Something hidden in my heart, I can actually give up.

Before the sky was completely dark, Yi An and Yun Yu got onto Tang Zhuozhuo’s couch without making any noise. They obediently looked at her under the quilt. The two milky and creamy meat dumplings were very close to each other. As bright as black grapes.

Xu was a mother-in-law, and his heart was always softer. When they looked at it like this, Tang Zhuozuo's refusal reached his throat, but he still couldn't say it.

She bent over to tuck the quilt for them, saw a trace of tension in their expressions, and urged softly: "Go to sleep, or wait for your father to come, and you have to throw you out again."

The princess Yi'an giggled, biting her fingertips, she looked like a tender and smooth fat dumpling, and retorted in a childish voice: "Emperor father will not be fierce to Yi'an. Father only loses his brother."

His Royal Highness gritted his teeth deeply, removed the fat hand that was resting on his chest, and closed his eyes with a suffocation.

There is no way to refute, just because what Aon said is the truth.

His father's heart went too far from the beginning.

Tang Zhuozhuo couldn't help but laughed. He patted his son on the back before trying to comfort him. He listened to the steady footsteps coming from behind the screen.

The candlelight in the room shook lightly, Ye Mingzhu released a splendid splendor, Emperor Chongjian's eyes fell on Tang Zhuoshao's soft and beautiful side face, and his voice suddenly softened a few times, "Why be so behaved today?"

In the old days, they were cuddling and hugging, so squeamish.

Tang Zhuozuo quickly reacted, his face was embarrassing, and before he had time to say anything, he saw the man raised his sword eyebrows and asked slowly: "Could it be that Jiaojiao promised me a few days ago, and she wants to break her promise?"

Where is the disciple from? Why do you say something bad now?

Tang Zhuozuo lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing two tender faces, both holding his breath not daring to make a sound, but was betrayed by the trembling eyelashes.

Huo Qiu's face suddenly became black like the bottom of a pot, and even his voice was like winter snow outside the window, "Huo Yunyu, take my sister back to my room to sleep."

Tang Zhuozuo took his hand and frowned and complained: "The emperor, the children are still young, and it's cold in winter, so it won't hurt to squeeze with us."

Nonsense!

The person who squeezed into his arms at night became two meat dumplings. How many days has he not kept warm with the little woman?

Huo Qiu leaned on the edge of the bed, long fingers lightly, the cold air on his body suddenly appeared, Huo Yunyu had to open his eyes reluctantly, he pressed his lips and pulled his sister's chubby little hand, exactly like Huo Qiu's little face Full of loss.

Tang Zhuozuo couldn't see such a scene the most. She only felt that her heart was about to be softened. She tugged at the man's cuff, and tears appeared in her eyes under the candlelight.

When Huo Yunyu saw this, he turned his head and pushed Yi'an. The latter understood, and immediately cried.

Huo Qiu couldn't bear her cry.

Yi An looks very similar to Tang Zhuozhuo, even the scorching mole under her eyes is exactly the same. This will cause tears to fall in strings, and also hiccups, and the soft and small body takes a meal.

The man rubbed his painful eyebrows, stretched out his hand to hug Yi An awkwardly, and finally had to put two meat dumplings on the inner side of the bed and lay on the outermost side by himself.

When the child forgets his **** and it is the time of lethargy, he will fall asleep with his hands and feet. Tang Zhuozhuo moved his body gently, putting his hands and feet on the waist of the sulking man. .

Huo Qiu couldn't help her, turning around to cover her cold little hand and frowned. There was a lot of dissatisfaction in the words, "Huo Yunyu will look for a backer."

Tang Zhuozuo rubbed his chest, and then said: "The emperor's heart is all on Yi'an now, where is there a little look in his concubine and Yun Yu?"

Huo Qiu was angry and funny when he heard this. If it weren't for Yi An's girl who looked like her, watching Yi An grow up a little bit, he seemed to have participated in this woman's first half of her life.

If not, how could he be so afraid of Aian crying?

Even their mothers were exactly the same when they shed tears.

One after another teardrops fell, making his heart hurt.

The little woman was dishonest, her body was as soft as boneless, and Huo Qiu had an oppressive light in her eyes, but she had to calm down the thoughts in her heart one by one.

There are two small light bulbs lying on the bed.

Ye's disappearance was like a fallen leaf disappearing on the vast sea. There was really no news to find out. Although Liu Hanjiang watched and lost weight, he still did not send anyone to look for it.

Tang Zhuozuo smelled an unusual aura, remembering the entrustment of Ye's when he gave the pills to himself a few years ago, he thought about it or declared Liu Xiaoxiao into the palace.

One stay is two months.

The three little guys are all familiar with each other, and this will make you want to stick together every day.

In the spring of the year, it was the beginning of the melting of ice and snow, and the resurrection of all things, and the night was starry, Tang Zhuozuo led Yi An into the imperial study room.

Huo Qiu was studying Yun Yu's homework, with the same indifferent faces from one big to one small, and there was a tacit understanding of one question and one answer.

Huo Yunyu was born clever, and he followed his father, and he was taught by the best husband, Taifu, so he did not ask Huo Qiu to bother with his homework.

Tang Zhuozuo walked up and rubbed his cheek, boasting, "Yun Yu will follow her mother, and he will learn everything."

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness did not appreciate her, but responded with a stern look: "Thanks to the mother, the queen praised, but the father said to his sons and ministers only today, you must be strict with yourself, abide by your heart, and not be lazy. I wasted my studies."

The empress empress, who had been said to be lax and lazy, had a visibly stiff smile, and faintly glanced at the man who was sitting on the grandmaster's chair pretending to be calm.

Huo Yunyu saw the father and mother and the queen began to flirt again, frowned and thought for a moment, then arched his hands, his voice was full of childishness, but he was extremely serious.

"Father and queen, Erchen wants Xiaoxiao to be the princess of Erchen."

Huo Yunyu stood alone in front of them, obviously still a snow-white dumpling, Tang Zhuozhuo pinched his ear, thinking that he was listening.

However, Huo Qiu suddenly became interested. He leaned forward slightly, holding Huo Yunyu in his arms, and asked with interest: "Why?"

He is only five years old now, why did he give birth to the idea of ​​choosing the prince?

And Liu Xiaoxiao is three years older than him.

Huo Yunyu was afraid that no one would take his words seriously, and his small face was tense, and he said in a very serious manner: "My son like Xiaoxiao, she looks as good-looking as her mother's queen."

He paused, and then explained, "Just like the father and the queen are happy with the mother and the queen, he is happy when he sees it."

The little people speak unambiguously, and are methodical.

After hearing this, Yi An on one side burst into tears, and pulled Huo Yunyu aside, and threw himself into her father's arms, choked with anger, "The emperor said yesterday that he is the most happy Yi An, a liar! "

In the chaos, Tang Zhuozhuo laughed a bit of tears, most of his weight was leaning on the man, watching the indifferent and icy man coaxing his daughter with helplessness while beckoning to Huo Yunyu. Explain patiently while smiling.

"There are so many good-looking girls in this world, we can't meet one who likes one, let alone your sister Xiaoxiao is older than you."

Huo Yunyu pursed his lips helplessly, but he almost stubbornly did not let go.

Some things, how can I say it now?

The time ahead is still so long.

The author has something to say: The story of the son and the master will be posted on Weibo, which can be regarded as two separate short stories, one chapter in about two or three days.

Along the way, thank you for those who have been with me, let's see you in the next book.

Nicholas painting again shamelessly asks for a pre-collection, more heart-to-heart ~ ps: Which one do you want to open next?