Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

Mu Sheng swallowed his son's cooking with tears in his eyes, and he knew that there is no free... dinner in the world.

"What do you want the prince's book for?"

Are you trying to rebel and become the prince?

Mu Han, "I just need the book Lord Duan gave the prince, I beg you."

"With father's old face, His Majesty will definitely agree, and Lord Duan has agreed."

Mu Sheng, "..."

I really want to fuck him, learn everything, but not the art of language.

The two were still talking, Mu Xiaoxiao ate like crazy, and killed half of the food.

Mu Sheng raised a condition, "Make meals for a month."

I said that he also started to eat, but there is no way, my daughter runs a lot these days, and eats a lot, so if she is not paying attention, she will have nothing to eat.

Mu Han agreed without hesitation, anyway, apart from Xiu Mu, Mu Sheng only went back to eat at night every day, he just had to cook dinner, and directly ignored Mu Xiaoxiao's existence.

Duan Rongshu had a fever again, which made Doctor Du curious, and really wanted to see what the rules were.

Duan Rongshu didn't eat a few mouthfuls of dinner, and Duan Rongshu nestled on the couch, watching Zhao Qian seem to be trimming pork jerky.

How do you say pruning?

Because if you bite straight, you will bite out a meat jerky with wide front teeth.

"Is it tasty?"

Zhao Qian nodded, "It's delicious, a little sweet, and easy to bite."

Duan Rongshu smiled and touched his belly, "Let me see if Zai Zai's watermelon is ripe?"

Zhao Qian, "It's not cooked yet."

It has just been planted, how can it be cooked?

"Really? I'll take a pat."

As he said that, Duan Rongshu patted Zhao Qian's bulging belly twice, making muffled noises.

"It's ripe."

Zhao Qian hummed shyly, and slipped into Duan Rongshu's arms, "I'm going to sleep with Dad tonight."

Duan Rongshu, "But I'm sick, so I might disturb you and sleep with your second uncle."

"Uncle Grandpa told me before he left that he can't sleep with Grandpa Second Uncle, he will kick me under the bed."

Duan Rongshu, "..."

It seemed like something his uncle could do.

Then there must be victims who can get this result.

Physician Du came over to show Zhao Qian the condition of the vaccination on his arm, "His Royal Highness is fine."

Then he said to Duan Rongshu, "Your Excellency Duan, you can go to the medicinal bath. This time, all the good things come here, and they smell very good."

Duan Rongshu: Am I braised pork?

After scrubbing Zhao Qian, Duan Rongshu took off his clothes and immersed himself in the medicinal bath. It smelled really fragrant, like some kind of flower.

Until the brown medicinal liquid sank into his collarbone, he couldn't help but curse, "Grass!"

Zhao Qian asked outside, "Father, what did you say?"

Duan Rongshu gritted his teeth, "Father teaches you to recite poems, the grass grows and the warblers fly to the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke."

"You go to bed first, don't get cold."

Zhao Qian obediently responded, and returned to the bedroom reciting a newly learned poem.

Duan Rongshu took a deep breath, no wonder Doctor Du kept telling him that the medicine was very expensive, so it was the calculation.

His whole body was sore, if he hadn't been thinking about Gui, he would have run out.

After soaking in it, people became numb. Duan Rongshu felt empty when he thought about the people he didn't see today.

System, "Some people, they just say what they mean, they want to die, but they just don't think so."

Duan Rongshu felt his fist harden, "Who would have thought, I won't have any dreams tonight, hum!"

System: A half catty duck eats four or two mouths, you are really stubborn.

The stubborn Duan Rongshu didn't even dream with Zhao Huai that night, which caused Zhao Huai's face to turn dark when he woke up the next morning.

The prime minister looked at Zhao Huai with a dark face, feeling terrified in his heart.

After the court, he still mustered up the courage to speak to Zhao Huai, otherwise he wouldn't dare to touch the bad luck of his son who was reckless and would have a bad life.

Zhao Huai's face was cold after hearing his request, but he still agreed, "The prince's books are not taken away, they are all in the East Palace, come and pick them up in two days."

The prime minister looked at his face and said tentatively, "The prince has some advice from Mr. Duan, so naturally it is useless. Thank you, Your Majesty. Tomorrow is the Yulan Festival, so Your Majesty can be reunited."

Zhao Huai regained his energy. He didn't care about festivals at all before, but now festivals mean rest and mu, and rest means being able to accompany his wife.

Now I need to find Duan Rongshu.

Duan Rongshu took a medicinal bath last night, and he felt really relaxed, which made him feel good.

He took Zhao Qian for a walk outside, saw someone cutting wormwood in the village, and asked, "What is this for?"

"Master, tomorrow is May [-]th, Yulan Festival."

Duan Rongshu didn't quite understand the festival customs of Dazhou. Shouldn't Yulan Festival be the Dragon Boat Festival?On May [-]th, he thought it was just the Dragon Boat Festival.

He didn't worry about anything anymore, and took Zhao Qian back to the city with Rong Yi.

Sitting in the carriage, Duan Rongshu opened the curtains, "Cub, we're entering the city."

He spoke like a mountain person who hadn't been to a city in 800 years.

Rong Yi, "Baby, why didn't you say you're coming back for the holidays earlier? You should be more prepared."

Can Duan Rongshu say that he doesn't know about the festival?

"Leave a little surprise."

Seeing a seller of red ropes on the street, he stopped the car and went to the stall to pick some.

Two younger brothers, one younger sister, and one cub, Duan Rongshu bought five of them, one of which didn't have a bell or a peach pit, just a simple red string.

Back on the carriage, Duan Rongshu tied it to Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian looked happily at the red string on his wrist. He had secretly seen it on the street once before, and those children who were about his age had red strings tied by their own adults in their hands, and now he has it too.

After returning home, Duan Rongshu went to see Mr. Rong first. Mr. Rong smiled kindly, touched his pale face, "I lost weight, why are you so thin?"

Duan Rongshu was still a little puzzled, he hadn't eaten well for two meals, how could he be so thin, it must be because his parents' filters were too strong, maybe even if he was [-] catties, his grandfather would still say he was thin.

Over here, Mr. Rong has already picked up a feather duster and turned towards his son, "You two are not as good as those in the pig farm, you can lose the scale when raising children!"

Duan Rongshu, "..."

Sure enough, it is according to the standard of raising pigs.

He hurriedly stopped Mr. Rong, "I just haven't had a good appetite for the past two days, don't blame uncle, you can see that Zai Zai is getting fat."

Mr. Rong looked at Zhao Qian's chubby face, and reluctantly put away the feather duster.

Zhao Qian put his face in his hands, is he really fat?

Just at this time Zhao Huai had already arrived at Huangzhuang in a carriage.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Huai went straight to the yard, but there was no one there.

He sent someone to send Yan Ji, "Where did they go to play again?"

Yan Ji replied respectfully, "Master Duan took His Royal Highness the Crown Prince home today for the festival."

It was a waste of time.

Question: What was your experience when you came to find your wife in a hurry, but the wife took the child back to her natal home?

Zhao Huai: Hurry up!