I marry the emperor

In the 15th year of Jingzhao, New Year's Eve.

Huaining first heavy snowfall.

The guards standing guard outside the hall were worried and looked with their eyes wide open, not letting go of everything in front of them, preventing a bug from crawling out without permission.

The velvet-like snowflakes swayed down lightly, covering the bright glazed tiles of the Prince's East Palace with a thick layer of white blanket, and soon filled up the scattered footprints under the rockery.

It was because of their negligence just now that the young master of the Rong family who had just entered the palace slipped away from under their noses. When His Royal Highness personally found him, the young master was still hugging the rockery and kicking his legs.

There is a small pond on the other side of the rockery, and it is snowy and cold in winter nights, and it would be half-life if it fell.

So the guards outside the hall are extra vigilant now, even though everything is still in the snow.

What is lively is inside the hall.

His Royal Highness's study room was originally only filled with the sound of pages being turned, but now it was very complicated.

There were three or five palace people holding charcoal fires to warm them up, or the little eunuchs who had just come out of the imperial dining room in a hurry to deliver food, during which there was a cry of a three-year-old child.

Faced with such a tricky milk bun, the boy with his arms crossed his chest was rarely suspicious.

Xiao Yu went back to the original and wanted to have a good year, but he didn't want Prime Minister Rong Guanshu to actually send this noisy gadget to him, in the name of giving it to him as a companion for the prince.

But he is eight years older than Rong Yuzhou, so how could he have such a companion.

However, the father and emperor agreed, and Rong Yuzhou could only stuff him here.

As expected, he came from the prime minister's mansion. His father was able to blow his father's beard flying in the previous court, and his family's boy could be very well-behaved when the prince's east palace made troubles and Rong Guanshu didn't leave. Let's go, Rong Yuzhou started to pretend.

Climb the window, step on the snow, and climb the rockery.

When he went, the little thing stuck its ass up high, and almost turned over.

It was rare for him to be out of breath, so he grabbed the little thing by the collar and brought him back. The milk bun was still crying until now, as if he had been greatly wronged.

His Royal Highness in the Imperial Dining Room, freshly brewed milk tea, and rare melons in winter, all these piled up in front of people's eyes are not enough to coax this milk bun.

Even crying more and more fiercely.

On the thin brocade carpet in the study room, the moon-white buns dressed roundly spread their legs wide open, the little boots were wet from stepping on the snow, the palace servant just changed his shoes and socks, the child made a fuss and refused to wear boots, Xiao Yu looked back at the palace The charcoal is hot, just follow him.

At this moment, Naibao was holding the sheep felt sock with both paws, and called out aggrievedly: "Brother...Brother..."

Hearing him call brother, Xiao Yu sighed back, squatted down and looked at him with his arms removed, and said patiently: "Say."

Little Baozi hiccupped: "Go home, go home, woo woo woo..."

"Go home in a few days."

"No."

"obedient."

"If you don't listen, Zhouzhou won't listen."

Rong Yuzhou was only three years old, and he had just taken his father's lucky money today, and before he knew it, he was sent to this unfamiliar place with the money.

Dad doesn't want him anymore, and mother doesn't want him anymore, woohoo, and so does my sister.

His father.

His mother.

His sister.

He is so good, why not let him go.

Three-year-old Rong Yuzhou was crying pitifully, his big and bright eyes were already filled with tears, and he survived as a kid who knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Sending the tightly held small private treasury to the young man, the little thing's tone was pitiful: "Brother sent Zhou Zhou home, woo woo woo, this is for brother."

Xiao Yu looked back at the pouch with the little tiger embroidered in front of him, but did not reach out to take it.

"Isn't it good to live with my brother?"

"Brother... Okay..."

"Since it's good, why go?"

But Rong Yuzhou was blocked by a crying hiccup just now, and now he hiccupped, and said sadly, "Brother is so fierce."

Xiao Yu replied: ...

It turned out that he was fierce.

"Brother fierce?" Xiao Yu asked back.

Rong Yuzhou nodded.

He squeezed the toes in thick socks, thinking of the first time he saw his big brother, his brother was so far away from him, and he was still grabbing his neck in the mountains just now, the little milk bun suddenly whimpered with grievance: "Big brother hasn't kissed him yet." relative."

He counted with his fingers, one two two three four...

He lost count, but he must have missed a lot of kisses today.

Rong Yuzhou, who liked to kiss people since he was a child, instantly plunged into a new sadness. He forgot about going home, and he got up unsteadily, but instead, he fell down because of wearing too many clothes.

This time he grabbed the ground with his head, and the melon seeds of his head hit the thin blanket.

He was even more sad, and he forgot everything about kissing in an instant.

Xiao Baozi rubbed his head, it didn't hurt much, but he was too spoiled, so he wanted to cry as a signal.

But today I cried a lot, and I really couldn't cry, so Rong Yuzhou had to keep his mouth bulging, wiping away his tears and kept moaning.

Xiao Yuhui, who took all this into his eyes, only felt tired.

He saw the little thing fall clumsily with his own eyes, but he is three years old and can't even walk?

When he was three years old, he had already started reading.

Little thing, too squeamish.

Thinking this way in his heart, Xiao Yuhui still reached out and inserted his hand into Xiao Baozi's armpit, lifted him up from the ground, and gently placed him on the carved red table.

Xiao Yuhui rubbed the red mark on his forehead for him: "Who am I?"

Rong Yuzhou felt comfortable, and hummed: "It's my brother."

With a sticky voice, Xiao Yu smiled back: "Well, fortunately, my brain was not damaged."

Rong Yuzhou didn't understand what he meant. Now that his forehead was being touched by the young man, his snoring breath became more comfortable, and even his chubby face trembled slightly.

Xiao Yu looked back and looked down, his cheeks looked soft and waxy.

I want to pinch a little.

Xiao Yu shook his head, seeing that the red marks on Xiao Baozi's forehead dissipated, he knew there was nothing serious, so he withdrew his hand.

But Rong Yuzhou was not satisfied: "My brother didn't kiss."

"Brother won't kiss."

"Zhou Zhouhui, brother Zhou Zhou."

"what?"

Xiao Yuhui didn't realize it yet, the wet and waxy touch stuck to his side face, and the small milk bag covered his whole face.

Looking at the glistening water stains on the big brother's face, the little milk bag proudly puffed up her chest: "Father, mother, and sister all like Zhouzhou's kisses!"

Xiao Yu replied: ...

Xiao Yu said a little too much tonight.

The intimacy of the little thing made him somewhat at a loss, so he twirled a piece of plum blossom cake on a small plate, and gently brought it to Rong Yuzhou's lips: "I didn't eat dinner, I'll use some now."

After all, he came over with a small bowl of milk tea.

Rong Yuzhou's stomach was rumbling, and now he was standing on the table looking at the dim sum next to him, and stretched out his arms towards Xiao Yu: "Brother hug, sit and eat."

Xiao Yu recalled the posture of putting down the bowl, holding the little thing on the table, and sitting with his legs hanging down.

But Rong Yuzhou was dissatisfied, and the arms holding the young man were still tightly wrapped around: "Brother sit, Zhouzhou sit brother."

Smelling the fragrance of milk from the little thing, Xiao Yu thought he had heard it wrong, and after thinking for a while, he understood Rong Yuzhou's meaning.

The little thing wanted to sit on him and eat.

Xiao Yu frowned back, but Rong Yuzhou was like a sticky glutinous rice cake, he couldn't get rid of it without shaking it hard.

Realizing that the young man wanted to let him go, Rong Yuzhou had tears in his eyes again, "Brother is fierce again!"

Xiao Yu replied: "..."

No, he did not.

Finally he gave in.

Xiao Yu sat back on the red chair, with a cute little milk bag sitting in his arms, the little milk bag was not satisfied with the sitting position, so he put his hand on his round waist, and then pulled the small milk bag on the plate. Desserts are eaten happily.

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