Your Majesty's Group Pet Manual [Ancient and Modern]

on the playground.

"really?"

Rong Rong and his friends raised their heads, blinked their eyes, and looked at Cheng Gonggong seriously.

"Grandpa Cheng, do you want to cook for us?"

"Yes." Eunuch Cheng smiled, "Grandpa came to apply for the job today."

"Wow, that's great!" Rong Rong was about to fly up happily, "Grandpa, Rong Rong likes scrambled eggs with tomatoes the most, why don't you give Rong Rong some more, okay?"

Friends quickly gathered around to build a good relationship with the future Dafan grandpa.

"Grandpa, I love big chicken drumsticks."

"I love eggplant."

Eunuch Cheng is among the children, and he can do a job with ease: "Grandpa is just cooking, not cooking. And the food must be balanced in nutrition, so that you can grow taller."

Wei Hirano stretched out two fingers to pinch Rongrong's little face.

"Your Majesty, why don't you praise Grandpa Cool? Grandpa Cool is going to shoot TV soon."

Rong Rong raised her head with a smile: "Grandpa Wei is also very cool, I will seriously watch TV, when will Grandpa be on TV?"

"It's not that fast yet, probably in a few months."

"How many months?"

How many days are there in months?

Rong Rong snapped her fingers, um... I can't figure it out, forget it, forget it.

He smiled and said, "Grandpa, tell Rongrong when you are on TV, Rongrong watches your TV exclusively."

"Okay."

Rong Rong looked around and asked again: "Grandpa, why didn't Grandpa Yang come?"

"Grandpa Yang is working with Professor Zhang, so he didn't come over."

"En." Rong Rong nodded, "Grandpa must also work hard."

"understood."

A few days later.

The opening activities of Taoyuan Ancient Town have ended, and the ancient town has become a permanent attraction.

The residents of Taoyuan Mountain were invited to participate in the event, and were very moved by the degree of restoration and dedication of this project, and finally decided to move into the urban area.

There are still many ancient buildings and murals on Taoyuan Mountain that have been preserved for a long time. Professor Zhang quickly organized a team of more than a dozen people to go up the mountain to rescue and protect them.

Among them are his students, as well as his new acquaintance, Yang Bizhang and Yang Taifu who have a very good relationship.

Yang Bianzhang was also the No. 1 choice hand-picked by Taoyuanshan tribe elders.

Professors from other schools are still on their way.

At the same time, Wei Pingye was also spotted by a director because of his outstanding appearance, so he packed up his things, said goodbye to Planning Du, and was about to join the group to shoot a promotional film for Taoyuan District.

Du planned to pat him on the shoulder: "I found you on the road, don't lose my face."

"I will always remember you." Wei Pingye nodded, "Tell me to be a big star, but it turned out to be a terracotta warrior..."

Du planned to push him: "Let's go, let's go, you'd better go."

Even though he said that, Planner Du still told him: "Don't sign the contract randomly, you can shave your beard when you have time, open up the way of acting, ask more about things you don't understand, and don't mess with the machine."

"I know, I know."

At this time, Eunuch Cheng also successfully passed the interview and physical examination of the orphanage, put on his familiar apron, pushed a small cart, and cooked meals for the children.

Ever since Eunuch Cheng arrived, Rong Rong has also become lazy.

"Grandpa Cheng, I can't sleep at noon, I want to pat Grandpa Cheng."

"Grandpa Cheng, I don't want to take a bath by myself, I want you to rub my hair for you to make it more comfortable."

"Grandpa Cheng, I don't want to dress myself, it's too troublesome to put on clothes, and the collar will always get stuck in my ears."

Eunuch Cheng was very distressed, but still rejected him.

"Your Majesty, the orphanage has its rules. You can ask the teacher to help you. Grandpa is a cook and cannot enter the dormitory."

Rong Rong lost her dream and turned into a little slob: "Uh...no, I want grandpa..."

Eunuch Cheng is too gentle, too good at dealing with children, and Rong Rong is too dependent on him.

But Eunuch Cheng won't help him take a bath or dress him.

The only good thing is that Eunuch Cheng will cook for him.

"Your Majesty, eat some more."

"Thank you grandpa, Rongrong can't eat anymore, belch—"

A lot of love from grandpa.

After Cheng Gonggong entered the job, he lived in the staff dormitory of the orphanage.

Cheng Gonggong's dormitory was very simple at the beginning, with only a single bed, a TV, and a wardrobe.

After packing up his luggage, he slowly added things inside, a pot of small sunflowers on the window sill, a light blue curtain that someone gave him, and a small goldfish.

Rongrong and her friends especially like to come here to play, gather around the little sunflower, and count its petals carefully.

The teacher didn't really want them to come over all the time, so it's not easy to manage.

But think about it, children still need contact with other adults, so let them play, as long as there is a teacher present.

This morning, Rong Rong put her face next to the fish tank, looked at the fat little goldfish for a while, then raised her head, while the teacher wasn't paying attention, she ran over and grabbed the hem of her father-in-law's clothes.

Eunuch Cheng lowered his head and squatted down: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Rong Rong asked softly, "Grandpa Cheng, what are Grandpa Wei and Grandpa Yang doing now?"

"Grandpa Wei and Grandpa Yang are working."

"Then can we meet them?"

"Your Majesty misses the two grandpas?"

"En." Rong Rong nodded seriously, "I haven't seen Grandpa Wei and Grandpa Yang for ten days."

After ten, Rong Rong couldn't count.

So ten days is the longest time that Rong Rong can bear, and be separated from grandpa.

He misses his grandpas.

Eunuch Cheng thought for a while: "Then let's call the grandpas. Grandpa Wei is filming TV now, maybe he is riding a horse. If he calls Grandpa Wei, it may disturb the filming."

Rong Rong blinked and blinked: "Then we'll call Grandpa Yang."

"Grandpa Yang..." Eunuch Cheng thought for a while. It should be time for Taifu Yang to rest. He looked at His Majesty, "The old slave will try it, Your Majesty, wait a moment."

Rong Rong nodded: "Yes."

Eunuch Cheng walked to the corner, took out his cell phone, and made a call.

The call was quickly connected.

At this time, Yang Bizhang was sitting in a shed on Taoyuan Mountain.

He sat at the table, rolled up his sleeves, and put a white towel on his shoulders to wipe off his sweat, lest the sweat drip down his face and stain the ancient books in front of him.

For convenience, his hair is tied up, and even the goatee on his chin is tied up with a small black rubber band.

A student was helping him with a cattail fan and fanning him to drive away the mosquitoes in the mountains.

His phone rang suddenly, Yang Bianzhang immediately took off his gloves and answered the phone.

Eunuch Cheng's voice came from the phone: "Teacher Yang, Your Majesty said he wanted to call you, is it convenient for you now?"

Yang Bianzhang smiled: "It's convenient, let your majesty answer the phone."

He pointed to the ancient books on the table and asked the students to put them away, while he said to the phone gently, "Is it Your Majesty?"

Rong Rong held the phone in both hands: "Hey...Grandpa Yang, I'm Rong Rong..."

"Your Majesty, I am Grandpa Yang."

Just hearing Grandpa's voice, Rong Rong was very happy, couldn't help laughing out loud, and repeated: "Grandpa, I'm Rong Rong."

"It's Rong Rong?" Yang Bianzhang smiled, "What is Rong Rong doing now?"

Rong Rong twisted her body: "Rong Rong is on the phone with Grandpa Yang."

"Oh, are you on the phone?"

"Yes, what is Grandpa doing?"

"Grandpa is reading a book."

"What book is grandpa reading?"

"Hmm... Grandpa is reading the old book, which is the book about Rongrong's story."

That is to say, the history books transcribed by later generations are just the history books preserved by the survivors of the ancient Liang in Taoyuan Mountain. They are very different from the history recorded in the current current version, and are also very useful for academic research.

Rong Rong asked suspiciously: "Rong Rong's story?"

"That's right, the story of Rong Rong's childhood, and the stories of Rong Rong's ancestors, emperors, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers."

"emperor?"

"Well, it's the emperor."

"... Oh." Rongrong's tone suddenly became unhappy.

Yang Bianzhang noticed it, and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"It's okay." Rong Rong shook his head, "Grandpa, you have to work hard, or you will be discovered by the teacher."

Yang Bizhang only thought that he was afraid of being discovered by the teacher, so he said, "Okay, then give the phone number to Grandpa Cheng."

"Yeah." Rong Rong returned the phone to Eunuch Cheng, with lowered eyes and a weeping expression.

Eunuch Cheng asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Rong Rong said seriously: "Grandpa Cheng, emperors are all bad guys, right?"

Eunuch Cheng subconsciously wants to classify and discuss: "Of course not. There are good emperors and bad emperors. Not all emperors are bad people. Your majesty Rong Rong is also an emperor, but your majesty is cute and brave."

Rong Rong's expression was serious: "Except for Rong Rong, the other emperors are all bad guys."

"what happened?"

"They are all bad guys, and they sent me to a Taoist temple. Grandpa Yang still reads their books, and this is what Grandpa Yang's job is..." Rong Rong took a few deep breaths, her small chest rising and falling angrily.

He stomped his feet: "I'm angry!"

Eunuch Cheng came to his senses, hugged him, and patted him on the back: "Grandpa Yang's job is not like this, Your Majesty misunderstood."

"That's how it is." Rong Rong said angrily, "Grandpa Yang wants to see the emperor, just look at me, and don't look at bad guys!"

"Okay, okay, Grandpa Cheng told him that Grandpa Cheng helped His Majesty convey the imperial decree, and Grandpa Yang is not allowed to see bad people."

Eunuch Cheng coaxed him for a while, Rong Rong and his friends were going back to eat.

Welfare Institute today's menu: carrot dumplings, meatball soup.

Eunuch Cheng made dinner for the children, and then called Yang Bianzhang outside.

"Your Majesty is angry."

"what happened?"

Eunuch Cheng said: "His Majesty's decree prohibits you from studying the bad emperor."

Yang Bianzhang smiled: "What's the matter? Tell me."

"Because the Taifu studies the emperor. Your Majesty thinks that the emperor is a bad person. You are not allowed to study it, but only him. I had a lot of awkwardness just now, and I ate tomato scrambled eggs at noon, and I feel better."

"Why..." Yang Bianzhang paused for a moment, and quickly came to his senses.

His Majesty probably didn't know what to discuss by category, he only knew that the emperor sent him and Citing to the Taoist temple, and didn't give them food or clothing.

So both Rongrong and Jiji hated the emperor, and Jiji went one step further, he hated all the adults.

Yang Bianzhang thought for a while: "Then help me coax your Majesty and say that I'm studying him. I'll see if I can go back in a few days. I'll go...to plead guilty to Your Majesty."

"Okay." Eunuch Cheng smiled, "It's okay, Your Majesty won't hold grudges, and the Tai Tuo doesn't have to worry too much."

"I know." Yang Bianzhang paused, then asked again, "How are you doing recently? Is your work in the orphanage going well?"

Eunuch Cheng nodded: "Well, it went well."

"That's good. You and Wei Pingye, he has no face and no skin, he can get along anywhere, I'm not worried; you have a thin skin, I'm afraid you won't get used to it."

"I'm fine, I'm used to it, it's nice and safe here."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, the children just finished their meal.

Eunuch Cheng stood up, put on an apron, and was about to push the trolley to collect the tableware.

Nap time for the kids.

Rong Rong and Ji Ting skillfully took off their shoes, climbed onto the bed, and covered themselves with a small quilt.

Holding the little rabbit puppet, Rong Rong turned over and faced Thorn.

He wanted to confirm it with Cicada and seek approval: "Cantic, emperors are all bad people, right?"

"Yes." Jiji nodded vigorously, "Except for you."

Yep, that's it.

Rong Rong hugged the little rabbit tightly, hum, bad emperor, kind of bad Grandpa Yang, studying bad emperors.

Angry!

Rong Rong closed her eyes and fell asleep sullenly.

He had a dream.

In the Taoist temple, an old and ugly emperor sat on a high place, with his little Rongrong and Jiji "squatting" in front of him.

The old emperor waved his hand and said loudly, "Cook the two carrot dumplings for me!"

So a group of Taoist priests rushed forward, grabbed Rongrong and Cicada, and put them both on the steaming pot, like taking a bath, Rongrong and Cicada were still swimming in it, floating around.

After a while, a Taoist priest grabbed Rongrong and reported loudly, "Your Majesty, this little dumpling has revealed his stuff!"

The old emperor had a grim and terrifying expression: "Then make him fried dumplings for me!"

"Yes!"

The oil pan was smoking, and Rong Rong's little dumplings slid on tiptoe, it was extremely hot.

Rongrong, who had a nightmare, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and kicked her legs vigorously: "I don't want to become a fried dumpling! Sting! Help! Bad guy, go away! Woooooo..."

At this time, his friends were all woken up by him, and Tia got up, grabbed him, and woke him up.

Rong Rong opened her eyes, her face was pale.

Friends gathered around his bed, asking with concern: "Rongrong, what's wrong with you?"

Rong Rong opened his small mouth slightly, but before he regained consciousness, he heard his little heart "pounding", beating extremely violently, in his ears, it was like thunder.

Ji touched his forehead and felt the sweat on his hand: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"En." Rong Rong nodded.

He heard "emperor" and ate "carrot dumplings" at noon today. When he was dreaming, he dreamed of these two things at the same time.

It's terrifying.

Friends helped Rong Rong up from the bed: "Rong Rong, you sweat a lot."

Of course, the little dumplings were all boiled, and of course they were sweating from the heat.

Rong Rong shook her head: "I'm fine, are you going to get up? Let's go have some snacks."

"it is good."

He said he was fine, and his friends dispersed to do their own things.

Citing glanced at Rongrong worriedly, and asked him in a low voice: "What dream did you have? Did you dream about the emperor?"

"Yeah." Rong Rong nodded, "I dreamed that we were boiled by the emperor."

"Cooked?" Tin frowned, "It's okay, it's not true, get up quickly."

"En." Rong Rong got up and wanted to put on her little blouse.

Citing picked up the dry towel hanging by the bed: "You should wipe off your sweat first, otherwise you will get sick."

This is the life experience that Cicada summed up when he lived in the Taoist temple.

If you sweat and don't wipe it off, you will definitely get sick if you run out to play.

Rong Rong took the small towel, wiped his face first, and then stretched out his short hands, but he couldn't reach his back at all.

He asked Ting Ting for help: "Ting Ting, help me."

Thorn pursed his mouth, took the towel and wiped it for him: "You are a little fool."

Rong Rong rubbed her eyes: "Thank you Ting Ting."

Twenty minutes later, they got dressed and lined up for refreshments.

The friends looked at Rongrong and realized something was wrong: "Rongrong, your face has turned so red, are you sick?"

"Rong Rong, you are so strange. Just now your face was very white, but now it suddenly turns red."

Rong Rong touched her little face and shook her head: "I don't know."

Teacher Wen also came over to take a look, and touched his forehead: "Let's go have some snacks first, and the teacher will get the thermometer."

"it is good."

In the classroom, Rong Rong was holding white and fat red bean paste buns in both hands. Teacher Wen squatted in front of him, shook the thermometer, then held his small arm, and stuffed the thermometer in his armpit.

"Rongrong, clamp the thermometer and don't let it fall out."

Rong Rong nodded, holding the bean paste bag with only one hand, while the other hand clamped the thermometer stiffly: "Okay."

Teacher Wen glanced at the time, then touched his forehead.

Alas, poor little one.

Now that the seasons are changing, children have poor resistance and can catch colds easily.

5 minute later.

Teacher Wen took out the thermometer, lifted it up and took a look: "I have a little fever. Rongrong, how do you feel now? Are you dizzy?"

Rong Rong shook his head: "Not dizzy."

"So do you get a runny nose? Does your throat itch?"

Rong Rong stopped shaking her head and whispered, "Now I'm a little dizzy again."

"Don't shake your head so hard." Teacher Wen thought for a while, but he didn't know what to ask. He was only three years old and couldn't tell how he felt. To be on the safe side, it's better to take him to the infirmary.

Making up his mind, Teacher Wen patted his head: "When Rong Rong finishes eating the bean paste buns, the teacher will take you to the infirmary."

Rong Rong has never been to the infirmary, and she has no feeling for injections and medicines that most children are afraid of.

He nodded obediently, and took a big mouthful of bean paste buns.

He is so obedient, much more obedient than the group of children who refused to go to the infirmary when they were sick, and insisted on dispatching several security guards to "hunt".

There is a specially equipped infirmary in the orphanage for pediatrics.

Standing in front of the doctor's aunt in white clothes, Rong Rong opened her mouth: "Ah—"

The doctor's aunt looked at his mouth, listened to his small chest with a stethoscope, and then made a diagnosis: "I have a cold, I will prescribe some medicine first, and I will check it at night. If you still have a fever at night, you may have to come here for an injection."

Rong Rong quickly caught the most special word: "Injection?"

Teacher Wen hugged him and covered his ears: "it's okay, it's okay, there's no injection."

"Did you have a snack just now? Then take medicine now?"

"can."

The doctor's aunt is very experienced in dealing with children. She mixed the pills and milk tablets together, and first gave Rong Rong a milk tablet: "Is it delicious?"

A little smile appeared on Rong Rong's crying face: "It's delicious."

"Okay, let's take another tablet and swallow it quickly."

"it is good."

This time I changed the pills, and the doctor aunt stuffed the pills into his mouth, and then fed him water.

Before Rong Rong tasted the bitterness, she swallowed the pill.

"Wow, you are so strong."

Milk tablets and pills alternate, Rong Rong finished all the pills, and then was taken back to her friends by the teacher.

They are playing on the playground.

Rong Rong was listless and had no strength, so the teacher asked him to rest on the steps for a while.

Jiji and a group of friends ran over: "Rongrong, are you alright?"

Rong Rong shook her head: "It's okay, the teacher said that I'll be fine soon after taking the medicine."

Jiji sat down beside him, touched his forehead: "Your grandpa came to ask you just now."

"Is it Grandpa Cheng?"

"Well, when he saw that you were not here, he asked us, and we said you were sick."

Rongrong was originally very strong, but when he thought of his grandfather, he was no longer strong.

The feeling of sickness and discomfort, the feeling of having nightmares, made Rong Rong's eyes turn red.

Woohoo, he misses Grandpa so much, even Grandpa Yang, who studies bad emperors, misses him a little too.

He's a fragile kid, he's not strong at all.

That night, Teacher Wen was worried about letting Rong Rong sleep with the children, for fear that he would infect other children, and also fear that if the children fell asleep, something would happen to Rong Rong, and they would not know.

So Mr. Wen moved Rongrong's crib to the side of his own bed and took him to sleep with him.

In the middle of the night, Rong Rong had another nightmare.

"I don't want the emperor... Grandpa, I want grandpa..."

Teacher Wen was awakened by him, touched his forehead, and he was sweating again.

Rongrong's face was red, she was sweating, her hair was sticking to her forehead, she looked pitiful.

Teacher Wen picked him up, wiped the sweat off his body, took a small blanket, wrapped him up, and sent him to the infirmary.

The doctor in the infirmary was going to give him a spanking needle.

Because Rong Rong kept yelling "I want Grandpa", Teacher Wen thought about it, and asked his colleagues to inform Eunuch Cheng, and planned to call both Yang Bianzhang and Wei Pingye.

Eunuch Cheng rushed over quickly, bringing all kinds of things that children need to use when they are sick.

He took Rongrong from Teacher Wen and wiped his sweat with a soft sweat towel.

He asked Mr. Wen: "The other two grandpas have already come. Can you let them in too?"

Teacher Wen was shocked: "They have rushed back?"

"I called them in the afternoon and they're back."

"Okay, then I'll ask the security to let them in."

A few minutes later, Yang Bianzhang and Wei Pingye arrived.

When the two of them heard that His Majesty was ill, they were in a panic. One came down from the mountain, and the other rushed back from the set, without even having time to change their clothes.

After all, in ancient times, a little wind and cold could kill.

Wei Pingye wiped his hands, and hugged Rong Rong distressedly: "Hey, grandpa's baby, I feel so sorry for grandpa."

Rong Rong was still talking in his sleep, with a weak tone: "Don't want the emperor...the emperor is a bad guy..."

"Okay, no emperor, no emperor." Wei Pingye coaxed him, "Grandpa hacked the dog emperor to death..."

He suddenly paused, raised his head, and subconsciously glanced at Yang Bianzhang.

Yang Bianzhang also wiped his hands carefully before going to look at His Majesty, as if he didn't hear what he said.

Wei Pingye withdrew his gaze, continued to make up his mind, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Grandpa drove the dog emperor away, grandpa is the general who protects the country, Rong Rong is not afraid, not afraid."