Emperor's Grace

At that time, Yuan Bao was only one and a half years old, and he had just learned to walk unsteadily without being supported by others. That afternoon, he stood behind the high threshold of the house, clasped his hands together, and looked at the yard outside melancholy, Standing silently for a long time.

The nuns didn't know what he wanted to do, so they stood aside at a loss, and half a day later, they asked him hesitantly, "My lord, what do you want?"

Yuan Bao didn't pay attention to them, and stared blankly outside, as if he had fallen into a trance.

Zhu Yunjing was suffering from a bitter summer, and was listlessly leaning on the couch reading a book, noticing his son's abnormality, he called out weakly: "Yuanbao."

Yuan Bao turned around, glanced at the distance between where he was standing and the side of the couch, and gave up the decision to travel long distances: "Da!"

Zhu Yunjing raised her forehead, she didn't know when she could say "Father" clearly: "What do you want to do?"

Yuan Bao looked at Zhu Yunjing and then outside, turned around, no longer hesitated, bent down, clasped the threshold with both hands, and tremblingly turned out from the door.The nuns were startled, and stretched out their hands to help. Yuan Baoren had already rolled over the threshold, shook off their hands, stood up straight, and walked straight into the yard waddling on his short legs.

He stood under the flower tree, raised his head and stared intently at the most brilliant blooming one, and the nanny followed: "My lord, do you want this flower?"

Yuan Bao stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to reach it. A clever young man came forward and asked with a smile, "Sir, shall I help you pick it?"

"Fat!" Yuan Bao repeated again, anxiously wanting to pick it up by himself, after trying a few times, maybe he realized that he was not tall enough, so his eyes rolled and landed on the talking boy, "Hug!"

"Good Le!"

The servant lifted him up, and the ingot finally reached the flower he wanted, but he was not strong enough, and he wanted to fold off the flower branch but couldn't, and the sweat on his forehead came out: "Fat!" !hair!"

The boy next to him came up to help him, but before he touched Huazhi Yuanbao, he raised his hand and patted it, glaring at him: "Send! Me!"

That boy was also very clever, and he understood Yuan Bao's meaning by jumping every word: "I'll hold your hand and let you fold it yourself?"

Yuan Bao didn't know if he understood, he tilted his head and thought about it seriously, and said again: "Send!"

The servant thought he agreed, held his hand carefully, and finally helped him break off the flowering branch.

Yuan Bao smiled, holding the flower branch tightly, turned around and walked back immediately after landing, was so eager that he almost fell, when he entered the door, he still didn't need the support of his mother, climbed up the threshold with his hands and feet and turned in, as if He regarded this as a very interesting game and laughed cheerfully.

After entering the door, the little guy went straight to Zhu Yunjing, and when he arrived at the couch, he raised a flower branch and handed it to Zhu Yunjing like a treasure, his big bright eyes flickered: "Da! Fa!"

Zhu Yunjing sat up and realized that her son had gone through all the hard work to pick a flower for herself, and she couldn't laugh or cry: "For me?"

Yuan Bao moved his hand forward again, looking at him expectantly: "Send!"

Zhu Yunjing raised her hand and touched his head, took the flower and said with a smile, "Thank you Yuanbao."

Yuan Bao clapped his hands, then pointed to the vase beside the couch: "Send! Send!"

Zhu Yunjing's eyes moved over, and in the vase was the flower branch that He Huailing had picked off by hand two days ago, he immediately understood that this little thing was because of his lack of energy, and he picked a flower just like He Huailing's to please himself happy.

Zhu Yunjing took her son's hand and walked over, put the one she picked just now into a vase, and sighed with a smile: "You are really clever."

Yuan Bao was very happy, and walked around the vase for a long time, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was.

The little guy soiled his clothes when he climbed the threshold just now, Zhu Yunjing asked his mother to take him to change, and seeing that he was sweating profusely, he changed his mind and told his servants: "Go Get some hot water and let the prince take a bath and change his clothes."

In the scorching summer afternoon, the heat was unbearable, and the stripped Yuan Bao restlessly swayed back and forth in Zhu Yunjing's arms: "Hot!"

"You're still hot even if you're naked, and you're uncomfortable when it's hot." Zhu Yunjing patted his chubby buttocks, bent down to test the water, felt that it was almost done, and put the person in.

Yuan Bao let out a "wow", raised his hand and slapped the water a few times vigorously, Zhu Yunjing pinched his nose: "Be quiet, my father will see that he is going to beat someone later."

It is rare for him to be interested in taking his son to bathe himself, but this job is not easy, Yuan Bao has never been one who can calm down, the more he talks about it, the more energetic he is, patting the water, watching the splashing water, giggling non-stop.

Zhu Yunjing had a headache, and made a serious face: "If you move again, I will really spank your ass."

"Hit! Da!"

"You still want to beat your father? Against you?"

Seeing that Zhu Yunjing seemed to be really angry, Yuan Bao grabbed his hand again and said coquettishly, "Wash!"

When He Huailing came in, he saw the father and son sitting in the water basin and the other sitting outside the water basin, staring at each other with big eyes. He Huailing stepped forward briskly, knelt down beside Zhu Yunjing, and asked with a smile. Said: "Why do you let Yuan Bao take a bath at this hour?"

Zhu Yunjing threw the towel to him angrily: "You wash it for him."

He Huailing pinched Yuan Bao's cheeks: "Why did you make your father angry?"

Yuan Bao smiled and called him, "Dah! Wash!"

He Huailing smiled and shook his head: "You are really a big shelf."

After finally cleaning Yuan Bao, He Huailing only asked someone to wear a bellyband for him, let him roll around on the couch, and talked to Zhu Yunjing: "I heard that you have been unwell for the past two days? But Is Yuan Bao bothering you?"

"Fortunately, it's just a little uncomfortable because of the heat," Zhu Yunjing said, pouted in the direction of the vase, "Your son went outside to pick flowers for me to make me happy, he has a conscience."

He Huailing glanced in the direction of his gaze, and was instantly amused: "Then you were angry with him just now?"

"It's rare for him to be so caring. It's not because I trained him before. Didn't you see that in the morning he caught a rooster from the kitchen, held it in his arms and refused to let go, and wanted to hold it in his arms?" In the house."

Early in the morning, Mammy took Yuan Bao, who was full of energy, to the garden. The chicken was being killed in the kitchen, but the chicken was told to run away and flew into the garden. Prince, it turned out that the little thing Yuan Bao was not only not afraid, but also seemed to have acquired some novelty. He insisted on touching the chicken with his own hands, but it was not satisfying after touching it, and he even hugged the chicken back.

It is strange to say that the chicken that the first seven or eight people could catch was very well-behaved in Yuan Bao's hands. He let him hold him without pecking him, but it scared all the nuns to the brim. He was about to enter the house with the chicken in his arms, but was blocked by Zhu Yunjing with a black face, and he was scolded for half an hour before giving up.

Although... Yuan Bao might not have understood half a sentence.

He Huailing laughed loudly when he heard the words: "He is only so young, so he has learned to 'sneak at chickens and dogs'?"

Zhu Yunjing: "...so stubborn, I just wish I could stuff him back in my stomach."

He Huailing couldn't help laughing, Yuan Bao rolled to Zhu Yunjing's side, lying on his lap, imitating what he said: "Tummy! Belly! Stuff it!"

Zhu Yunjing was so ashamed that she grabbed Yuan Bao and slapped her butt, but the strength of her hand was almost non-existent, and it was almost the same as scratching an itch. Instead of crying, Yuan Bao laughed more happily, raised her hands and raised her hands, which had been warmed by the heat in the bath just now. The steamed red face looked at Zhu Yunjing: "Dah! Eat!"

This time is the time when Yuan Bao needs to eat snacks every day, and he himself remembers it more clearly than anyone else. Zhu Yunjing was very speechless, and said to He Huailing: "Look at how greedy he is, it seems that we will short him This stutter is the same."

He Huailing said happily: "If you can eat, you can grow, there is nothing wrong with it."

While talking, the person below had already brought over all the snacks and food. Zhu Yunjing was so hot that she lost her appetite. She didn't take a bite of those sweet and greasy snacks. She only drank the sour plum soup with ice, and the feeling of depression in her heart The air finally suppressed a little.

Yuan Bao held a small spoon and didn't need anyone to feed him. He ate every mouthful very gracefully, and only at this time was he the quietest.

After eating, he held the bowl and handed it to Zhu Yunjing: "Eat! Give it back!"

Zhu Yunjing didn't respond to him: "You still want to eat such a cold soup, what should you do if it spoils?"

Yuan Bao couldn't understand, but he could understand what Zhu Yunjing wanted to express from Zhu Yunjing's expression. Knowing that he didn't agree, he turned to He Huailing with the bowl in his hand: "Dah! Eat!"

He Huailing looked at his longing face, both funny and helpless, and said to Zhu Yunjing: "You see, he is going to 'beg for food', why don't you ask someone to fill him with half a bowl?"

"No," Zhu Yunjing firmly disagreed, "A few days ago, he was greedy for cold food and ate too much iced food. After two days of fuss, his stomach still had a fever. If you don't have children, don't try to spoil him. Be nice to him."

He Huailing was taught humbly: "Then listen to you."

He turned to Yuan Bao, touched the little guy's head, and handed him a piece of pastry: "Your father said you can't eat so many cold ones, eat this."

Yuan Bao's round cheeks puffed up, he put the bowl down, turned his butt and ignored them.

He Huailing raised her eyebrows: "This little guy has a big temper, isn't he?"

Zhu Yunjing said: "Don't bother with him, let him do it."

He Huailing laughed: "As expected, like a father, like a son."

"...you say yourself?"

He Huailing smiled even more: "What do you think?"

Zhu Yunjing rolled her eyes and ignored people.

He Huailing smiled and shook his head, look, he was right.

Two quarters of an hour later, the father and son who had had a fuss hugged each other on the couch and dozed off again. He Huailing helped them put on a thin blanket, and leaned aside to read a book quietly.

There is a breeze blowing outside the window, the flower branches are slightly swaying, and the summer afternoon is getting longer.