The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

Seeing that the little prince asked Xue Yao for milk on the spot, several of the maids in the palace exchanged glances and looked at Concubine Xi one after another.

They had reported this matter to Concubine Xi before, saying, "I don't know why the young master of the Xue family gave His Highness milk, His Highness is always thinking about it, and I hope the empress will investigate carefully."

But Concubine Xi trusted Xue Yao very much, and guessed that it was just some sweet goat milk to coax children. In the past, the people in her hometown would drink it, so she didn't investigate it carefully.

At this moment, Concubine Xi saw the child chasing after her to beg for milk, so she asked curiously: "Xue Yao, what kind of milk are you feeding Lao Qi? Make him think about it every day, and I also want to keep some in the palace, lest he Hungry."

Xue Yao replied: "Oh, I brought milk mixed with sugar to the school a few times before. I originally prepared it for myself, but I didn't expect His Highness to like it very much, so I fed it to His Highness."

"Cow's milk?" Concubine Xi was a little surprised. There are very few people in the capital who drink milk, and the masters in the palace don't even drink it.

One is because the milk has a stronger smell, and the other is because it is not sterilized, which occasionally causes stomach problems. The palace feels that the milk is not as clean as the wet nurse's milk.

All the attendants in the palace knew that the master could not drink this stuff, and they all stared at Xue Yao with surprised expressions.

Concubine Xi laughed, "What a coincidence, I also loved drinking milk when I was a child. No wonder Lao Qi was obsessed with it. The taste is up to me. See how anxious he is."

Xue Yao smiled and said, "It's a pity that I didn't prepare milk today, and I'm going to disappoint His Highness."

As soon as the words came out, the Seventh Prince hadn't reacted yet, and was still holding Xue Yao's arm: "One story, two tits! One story..."

In the middle of speaking, the little fat boy's expression suddenly shook, and he repeated Xue Yao's words: "Are you going to disappoint His Highness?"

Xue Yao looked back at the fat boy, and replied in a low voice helplessly: "Yes, I don't have any milk today, can I still listen to His Highness telling stories?"

The Seventh Prince was thundering, and Xiaopang held Xue Yao's arm tightly, and said anxiously: "Your Highness must not be disappointed! Your Highness must not be disappointed!"

This fat boy probably wanted to say "Your Highness must not be disappointed".

He is really a cub of Long Aotian who attaches great importance to his mood!

Xue Yao spread his hands: "But I really didn't bring any milk."

The thunderbolt struck again, and the Seventh Prince collapsed on the spot, with his mouth curled up and his head raised, staring tearfully at the silly Yaoyao who had let him down.

Xue Yao: "..."

What can I do if it cannot be refreshed in the mall!

Why did he actually feel guilty under the disappointed gaze of the little chubby boy!

"No nonsense." Concubine Xi was afraid of her son's entanglement, so she asked the maid to carry the seventh prince to drink milk.

However, His Highness, who lost his beloved grandmother, still kept his word, and suddenly started telling the story of "Hou Yi Shooting the Sun"!

This is the story His Highness likes to tell casually every time he wants to be perfunctory.

As soon as Xue Yao heard "Once upon a time, there were ten suns living overseas in the East", he squinted his eyes and stared at the little fat boy suspiciously.

If he doesn't give milk, he only has to listen to "Hou Yi Shooting the Sun"!

You heartless little pig's hooves!

However, before the little chubby cub finished speaking, he was pulled up from behind by the maid and carried to nurse him.

When the court lady stepped out of the threshold, His Highness was still saying: "Hou Yi drew his bow and set his arrows, and shot at the nine suns..."

After withdrawing the food, Concubine Xi turned away the maids and discussed the countermeasures with Xue Yao carefully.

For the next few days, Xue Yao stayed in the side hall temporarily, so that he could train the little fat cub to cooperate with repeating Aunt Bo's prophecy as planned.

Under the condition of no milk, let the fat cub cooperate with the performance, it is hell-level difficulty!

Xue Yao asked the maid to find breast milk, mixed it with sucrose, and put it in a lambskin water bag, trying to get away with it.

However, the little chubby cub only took a sip, then pouted and turned his face away, writhing unhappily.

According to Xue Yao's plan, as long as he sees Concubine Xi raising her hand to support the butterfly wing hairpin, the Seventh Prince must immediately repeat Aunt Bo's "prophecy".

Every time the training was just started, His Highness was still very cooperative. As long as he repeated it more than three or five times, His Highness would start to "I'm so tired".

I'm afraid that he will suddenly not cooperate in front of the emperor!

Both Xue Yao and Concubine Xi were helpless.

"Your Highness seems to like saying this very much." Xue Yao helplessly chatted about this strange phenomenon with Concubine Xi.

Concubine Xi smiled awkwardly, and explained the reason helplessly——

In fact, the Seventh Prince didn't understand what "I'm so tired" meant, it was just because every time he made a request to his concubine, as long as he heard Concubine Xi answer "I'm so tired", it represented his request will not be satisfied.

Therefore, in the view of the little fat cub, this sentence is tantamount to refusing to cooperate.

Xue Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this, no wonder the little chubby cub thought of himself as "I" when he said this, and he was still imitating adults in essence.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the imperial decree was about to be promulgated, but His Highness became more and more unbehaved day by day, and refused to repeat the prophecy!

Xue Yao had to face the cruel reality—this little guy really wasn't easy to raise, and he would behave badly without milk.

Perhaps children with emotional disorders are like this, and the requirements should not be too high.

I just thought that the feelings I got in exchange for an old father's heart were not as good as Wangzai Milk, and I was somewhat disappointed.

Gradually, the Seventh Prince, who couldn't wait for the breastfeeding, no longer looked forward to Xue Yao every day.

The maid also found that the little prince had recently returned to the way he used to be immersed in his own world, and he didn't even want to listen to bedtime stories.

Probably because the story can't be exchanged for Yaoyao's milk.

Xue Yao was actually a little hurt, feeling that he had worked so hard to raise an unfilial son.

But he still cheered up and tried his best to train the seventh prince well before the emperor came to Qingqiong Hall.

Finally, a box of bright pure milk was found in the mall. Xue Yao hurriedly exchanged it, went back to the house, filled two boxes of milk with water bags, and then returned to the palace non-stop, saying that the servants of the family brought fresh milk. Didn't get to season it.

Under Xue Yao's instructions, the maid took the milk to the dining room, put in honey and sucrose, warmed it with a low fire, then put it back into the water bag, and hurried to the little prince's room.

The seventh prince is holding a little tiger puppet in one hand, directing a duel of the king of the jungle.

The aunt beside him sighed.

When the little prince is in a good mood, he likes to play the little white rabbit jumping the river, and when he is in a bad mood, he will play two tigers fighting.

No one knows why the little prince is in a bad mood recently.

The maid hurriedly walked in with the water bag in her arms, and told her aunt, "This is the milk that Second Master Xue has just delivered. It has just been warmed with honey and sugar. Please taste it, Your Highness!"

My aunt took the milk, opened the lid and smelled it, and her eyes lit up immediately.

Such a rich but not fishy milk fragrance must be the same as the milk that Mr. Xue's family fed before!

As long as the little prince is fed this kind of milk, he may be favored and relied on by the little master like Xue Yao in the future.

Thinking of this, the aunt immediately dismissed the little maid, so that His Highness would not remember her credit for bringing the milk, she picked up the water bag with a smile, sat on the side of the couch, put the mouth of the pot to the little prince's mouth, and said in a warm voice: "Your Highness, take a sip and see, it tastes better than the milk from Second Master Xue's family!"

The Seventh Prince didn't turn his head to look at her, he was still playing with the little tiger puppet, tilted his head slightly and sucked his milk.

Familiar with the entrance of a different milk flavor, His Highness stopped with his small hand, opened his shallow pupils and turned his head, looking at the water bag in surprise, then raised his head, looking at Auntie with sparkling eyes.

The aunt was overjoyed immediately, "How is it? If His Highness likes this taste, I can feed His Highness to drink every day from now on, okay?"

Xue Yao was waiting for news in the side hall, but when the maid came back, she didn't hold the water bag in her hand, saying that she had sent it to His Highness's room.

Ask her if His Highness likes to drink, but the maid said she didn't know, and my aunt let her back down.

Xue Yao turned around and was about to go out to check the situation, but before reaching the door, the door was opened from the outside.

Before he could figure out the situation, Xue Yao saw a small, chubby figure rushing towards him like a cannonball.

Although the chubby cub slowed down when he bumped into his arms, Xue Yao was knocked back a few steps and leaned his back against the Eight Immortals table.

Looking down, the Seventh Prince Xiaopang was protecting the small water bag like a baby in his hand, looking up at the little bun, staring at him with sparkling eyes.

Xue Yao looked at the water bag in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Your Highness doesn't like to drink this milk?"

The Seventh Prince raised the water bag, handed it to Xue Yao, and excitedly reminded: "Does Your Highness drink milk? Does Your Highness drink milk!"

Having not seen such an enthusiastic little chubby cub for several days, Xue Yao reacted a little slowly—His Highness wanted him to breastfeed himself.

Although Monk Zhanger couldn't figure it out, Xue Yao took the water bag in a good manner, opened the lid, and started breastfeeding on the spot.

At this moment, the aunt in the prince's room finally came after her. She saw Xue Yao in the room feeding the little prince, and her eyes twitched with anger!

Just now she fed the little prince a sip of milk, His Highness immediately glanced at her happily, but suddenly snatched the water bag from her hand, jumped off the couch, and ran towards Xue Yao's palace as if flying!

Can't even catch up, His Highness's two chubby legs ran out of double shadows!

Aunt chased to the side hall in one breath, and saw Xue Yao breastfeeding the prince!

Wanting to get angry but being unreasonable, this milk was originally sent to the palace by Xue Yao, but I don't know why the little prince insisted on feeding it by Xue Yao himself.

Xue Yao was also at a loss.

The little chubby boy who usually drinks Wangzai must finish it in one gulp, but today for the first time, he only drank two sips, so he turned his head away, and couldn't wait to open his arms and asked, "Do you want to hug me, my son?"

In the little guy's bright eyes, Xue Yao seemed to have understood the logic of the little fat boy's thinking.

This somewhat special baby needs to feel love through specific behaviors of others because of emotional reception barriers.

In the eyes of His Highness, the elder brother pinching his face is the same as the elder brother loving him.

Feeding Concubine Xi dessert before going to bed is the same as Concubine Xi loves him.

And breastfeeding was the first time Xue Yao expressed his love for him, and the Seventh Prince always remembered it.

It turns out that it's not just milk with a similar taste that matters, but also the person who feeds the milk.

The combination of the two can make this emotionally impaired cub Long Aotian regain a sense of security.

The aunt in the prince's room didn't understand the weird tacit understanding between the two children, so she stepped forward without giving up, and said: "Please trouble me, sir, let me feed it?"

Xue Yao's old father was not addicted to breastfeeding, and was about to shirk, when he saw the Seventh Prince sucking milk, turning his head slightly and forcing his aunt away with a small grunt.

Your Highness is going to be silly!

Two days later, the imperial decree came down, and the list of escorts on the tour unsurprisingly stated Concubine Xi, and there was even a lady named Yi.