General, the little emperor ran away [System]

In the past, I told Aunt Zhang that I was leaving. Aunt Zhang saw his red eye circles and his pitiful appearance. His mother's love burst in an instant, and his little heart burst out.

He didn't dare to ask them what's the matter, he only comforted the little poor and said that he would make He Ning's favorite steamed egg custard later, and hoped that he would feel better.

He Ning raised his face and looked at General Lin cautiously. The tears hadn't been wiped off yet, and the tears in his eyes looked lovely and pitiful.

Lin Zhao: "What do you see me doing?"

He Ning rolled up the hem of his clothes: "Can I eat it?" He added anxiously, "I am very obedient, you can eat it if you say so, if you don't let it..." He swallowed, very reluctantly He said reluctantly, "Then don't eat."

Seeing how wronged he was, how could he bear it? Aunt Zhang looked at Lin Zhao in embarrassment: "This...young master, eggs are nutritious."

"He's sick, so don't feed him those messy things." Lin Zhao said in a low voice, "I said that all his meals must pass through your hands. Twice." He glanced nonchalantly over the small porcelain bowl on the chopping board.

"Yes, master, I was negligent." No wonder there was a quarrel, it turned out that the general heard the conversation between the two just now, Aunt Zhang looked at He Ning Weihong's eyes, took all the mistakes on herself, and said guiltily, " Nothing like this will ever happen again.”

He Ning sat behind Lin Zhao, held his arm and looked at Aunt Zhang aggrievedly, anxious but dared not speak.

Sure enough, no one could resist his malicious show of cuteness. Even though General Lin was standing in front of him, Aunt Zhang mustered up the courage to intercede: "Young master, about the egg custard..."

Lin Zhao lowered his head.

The little emperor blinked and blinked at himself with crystal clear tears in his eyes, and the anticipation in his eyes shot straight into his heart.

Lin Zhao's forehead twitched slightly: "You can't eat more, or you won't be able to make lunch well."

"Okay." He Ning nodded with a puffy face, looked at Aunt Zhang happily again, moved his lips and said nothing, but his smile became brighter and brighter than the sun, but it was so soft that people couldn't look away.

Seeing him smile, Aunt Zhang was also happy, and hastily put down the ball in her hand: "Okay, then I will make less and give it to the young master as snacks."

Lin Zhao was dissatisfied: "He is still very weak, so don't show him these deep-fried dishes in the future."

He Ning subconsciously clenched his hand: "Not weak anymore." He spoke too hastily, saliva flew out from between his lips, and a graceful arc landed on Lin Zhao's hand under the gaze of three pairs of eyes.

The little emperor blushed immediately, and was so embarrassed that he almost found a hole in the ground to get in. He grabbed his sleeve and quickly wiped Lin Zhao's hand again and again: "Hold, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Afraid that General Lin would be angry, he quickly added, "I won't eat it, I won't eat fried dumplings, I won't eat fried dough sticks." He raised his head pitifully, "Don't be angry."

Lin Zhao took out his hand, and rubbed the little emperor's head helplessly and pamperingly: "I'm not angry, why are you so excited?"

He Ning lowered his eyelids slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly fluttering its wings and like a thick black fan. He said shyly, "No, I'm not excited, just a little, a little drooling." After finishing speaking, he had no face He hid himself behind General Lin in a hideous manner, and he couldn't come out alive.

Lin Zhao pulled him twice, seeing how shy he was, and didn't force him: "Just eat less, fried food is not good for your health."

He took the trouble to tell Aunt Zhang some small precautions, stared at the other party to remember, and then poked the little cutie's head, "Okay, let's go back first, and eat the egg custard after changing the medicine."

Like a little hamster, He Ning poked out a small head, wiped the sticky tears in his eyes with the back of his hand, and waved to Aunt Zhang. He turned around bouncing around, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Lin Zhao followed closely and hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "Don't move around, be careful not to rub against the wound."

He Ning pursed his lips: "No, look, it's almost healed, and it won't hurt if you rub it." He raised his hand high and shook it vigorously in front of General Lin.

The medicine given by General Lin was extremely effective. In just a few days, the wound had already started to heal. When the new flesh grew, the whole palm of the hand was itchy. He Ning couldn't help pressing it with his fingers and scratching it with his nails.

The hard bandage has been removed, and a softer cloth was put on, it is much easier to do it now, he made a few grabbing movements, and shouted airily, "Look, look, it doesn't hurt at all. "

Lin Zhao was dazzled by him, pulled his hand off and walked forward.

He Ning was caught off guard and staggered, almost fell on his back, quickly adjusted his pace and obediently followed behind him, walked out two steps, turned around and saw Aunt Zhang was still standing at the kitchen door, thought for a while and grinned at her. He made a grimace, which made the aunt laugh and shake her shoulders.

Aunt Zhang smiled and wiped her eye sockets: "That's great, that's great, I didn't expect the young master to be nervous sometimes."

Walking through the corridor surrounded by green plants, Lin Zhao suddenly slowed down: "He Ning?"

"Huh?" He Ning had short legs, his tired breath was a little uneven, and he stopped and hugged his arm to pant for breath.

Lin Zhao asked, "Are you still used to living in the General's Mansion?"

He Ning's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyes with a little bit of panic: "General, what do you mean by General?"

Wasn't it just fine, why did he have to drive himself out after a meal of egg custard? Before he could figure it out, tears automatically fell down. He gently tugged Lin Zhao's hand, and asked in panic: "The general wants to send me back?"

He Ning couldn't stop crying, and He Ning cried sadly, tears kept streaming down his fingers: "No, don't send me away, I will really be good, I am very obedient, what will General Lin ask me to do? Just do whatever, I'm really obedient."

Lin Zhao's eyes darkened, "Really?"

With tears in his eyes, He Ning nodded impatiently: "Yes, I will definitely be obedient." He held Lin Zhao's arm with both hands and shook slightly, "I beg you, General, whatever you say is fine, just don't say it now." Send me back."

Seeing his big cat-like crystal clear eyes glistening with tears, Lin Zhao's heart was about to melt, so he was not willing to scare him.

General Lin reached out and touched the wet eyelashes, a little annoyed: "I made you cry again, I didn't say I would send you back, I like you living here."

"But, but just now..." Tears ran into his mouth, a little itchy, and He Ning stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it, tasted the salty taste, and blinked aggrievedly.

"No." Lin Zhao was not good at talking, especially when he was in a hurry, he didn't know what to say. He raised his fingertips to wipe off the water stains from the corner of his mouth, and touched the tip of his stranded tongue, and the warm wetness spread on his fingertips. Come on, even half of his body trembled, and he swipe his fingertips twice to stop on his chin, "Why do you love to cry so much?"

The crying was so beautiful, and Lin Zhao felt that he might not be able to bear it for a long time if this continued. God knows how long it has been since he had a peaceful night's sleep.

The little emperor always has a faint soft milky scent, which seems to be concentrated at night, and if he keeps drilling into his nose, at this time Lin Zhao will want to drill into the little cutie's arms, up and down Check out where the smell is coming from.

The feeling of standing guard every night is uncomfortable, but Lin Zhao endured the bulging veins on his forehead and wanted to hug the cutie to sleep, smelling the faint body fragrance, enjoying the sweet torture.

Alas, Lin Zhao sighed softly, and changed his posture to stand indistinctly, otherwise it would hurt a bit.

"If you don't like it, I won't cry." He Ning bit his lower lip, held back the tears that were about to fall, and begged again in a low voice, "Then you promise not to send me back."

"I didn't intend to send you back, I just wanted to tell you, treat the General's Mansion as your own home, and try to be as casual as possible." Lin Zhao turned his face away, and He Ning observed that the tips of his ears seemed to be a little red.

"Don't be afraid of me, no matter what happens, I will protect you, and I won't force you to return to the palace."

Although the promise was very casual, the little emperor lowered his head slightly and said in a nasal voice, "I, I believe in General Lin."

Lin Zhao deliberately scratched his face twice with his thumb, stopped on his forehead, and stroked gently: "Don't cry, it won't look good when it's swollen, go back."

He Ning cried twice, and his eyes hurt a little, so he stretched out his hand to hold hands.

Lin Zhao looked at his hand, looked at him again, and held it tightly. Although his face didn't move, He Ning could see a smile in his eyes. '

very nice.

On the way back, General Lin dragged him along very slowly without speaking, and He Ning followed silently behind him.

However, the system was bored and began to analyze General Lin's behavior.

It asked curiously: "Do you feel that the general is raising you like a child? I guess if you weren't the emperor, he would have thought of adopting you." The system pondered for a while, "If you just look at the appearance, you really He is a well-behaved, cute and lovable child." Before I knew your superb acting skills, I was also a poor member of the deceived crowd.

"Adopt, just adopt. If the general has always been so kind to me, feeding me and protecting me, let alone father, I can call him grandpa." Even so, he was actually a little panicked.

Ever since the first emperor passed away, he was like a floating duckweed on the calm sea, his body and mind were hanging in mid-air, helpless and helpless, and he didn't know when a big storm would blow him up. into more unknown territory.

And the General's Mansion is the only piece of driftwood he can grab right now.

"...Can you still be a little bit more moral?" The system was struggling to think of the scene where the little emperor shook General Lin's arm and called him grandpa grandpa with his eyebrows curved and charming.

Fuck, no, no, the picture is too strong, it's a bit hot on the eyes.

"What is morality? Is life important?" He Ning really didn't know what morality was, but even if he knew it, he still said this.

He Ning obediently followed behind General Lin with a smile on his face, and even looked up shyly at the moment when the other party looked back from time to time.

"Actually, you don't need to think so much. It's useless to think wildly. I can't change the general's thinking. I can only live the present in adversity. Of course, the most important thing is to enjoy as much as possible, even if the next moment may return to the west. Even if it’s a loss, if you live an extra day, you’ll make a profit.”

"At least it's much safer in the General's Mansion than in the Imperial Palace. I used to be so afraid of death because I've never experienced the joy of life, and I always feel that it's a pity to die like that, and I'm not reconciled." He Ning's voice suddenly became cold, "The emperor lost his virtue, but fortunately he was assisted by the prime minister. The country was prosperous and the people were safe and prosperous. However, the dragon's body was ill and ended up lingering in the sick bed. I felt that the prime minister took care of him with all his clothes. It was said that he was in the prime minister. I hope that the prime minister will take on the big responsibility..."

"..." the system asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, it's just imitating the prime minister's thinking and guessing his next plan. If something happens in the palace, the throne must belong to the prime minister. I feel bad for him to get what he wants." He Ning pursed his lips. , with lowered brows and eyes flashing a hint of sinister, "Although I still can't guess what the general is thinking, but..."

He suddenly smiled: "I believe in the general."

"Believe it? What do you believe in him?" The system discovered for the nth time that he actually didn't know this little emperor who had always shown himself to be soft and cowardly. If you don't have a little cleverness, how can you survive in the deep palace to this day?

"I believe in one thing." He Ning said firmly, "The general is a real man, and he absolutely disdains playing tricks to stab a knife in the back."

"I like the general very much. I feel that he is really taking care of me now." He Ning added with a smile, "My intuition is very accurate, and I have never made a mistake."

System: "You..."

Without warning, He Ning suddenly talked about his past.

"When I was very young, no one liked me. Although I was a prince, I was in an embarrassing situation, and I didn't have my mother to protect me. At that time, although I didn't have to worry about it every day, I often suffered all kinds of supercilious looks. They were not afraid of me going to sue. , because the late emperor didn’t like me either, anyway, as long as I’m still alive.”

"But it's true, I don't have the capital to make them like it. I can't even ride a horse. I can't even ride a horse. I can't remember which books my master asked me to read."

"That's pretty good, after all, the first idiom I learned was the crime of being pregnant." He Ning seemed not to care at all, shrugging his shoulders, "If I really want to be cultivated into a generation of Mingjun, I'm afraid I'll have to follow the late emperor gone."

The system didn't know how to comfort him: "Actually, apart from everything else, the general is still a good person."

He Ning nodded, looking with wet eyes at the tall and broad back that almost covered the two of himself: "Yes, the general is really a good man."