Step by step routine

A four-year-old doll can't write any letters, but the two worms at the beginning are chubby and cute. When she saw Rong Zhiming, she jumped off the stool and threw herself into the opponent's arms. Leave it to the father and son.

Rong Zhiming picked up Rong Chou with one hand, looked at the two crooked and chubby bugs drawn on his desk, and asked, "The clown is drawing?"

"I'm writing a letter to brother Cong Cong... I forgot how to write the word 'Cong'..." said the claws and lightly grabbed Rong Zhiming's collar, "Daddy, I'm not stupid, I'm good Those who read, just, forgot..."

"The clown is very powerful." Rong Zhiming smiled, "Why do you want to write a letter to Cong Cong all of a sudden?"

"Here, we're going to find our father, but..." As he spoke, he pursed his lips, wrapped his arms around Rong Zhiming's neck, and buried his head in his arms, "Brother Cong Cong will think ugly, he I will be reluctant, I will cry..."

"Oh, I don't want to see my younger brother cry... I won't see him anymore. Daddy will help Chouchou take the letter. I'm afraid I will cry too... Then I won't be able to be a little man who protects Daddy..."

Such a young child is sensible, knows how to love others, and is better than himself. "Okay, daddy will take it for you. The clown has to prepare the three-character scriptures, discipline rules and two hundred poems that he has memorized, and he will be very happy to recite them for daddy when the time comes."

"Yeah, Chou Chou is already rotten."

Rong Zhiming was overjoyed, he was talking with the child, his usual indifferent mood was too urgent, he wished he could pick up the child and leave now.

...

Song Wei put on a human skin mask, changed his appearance into Rong Zhiming's little maid, and entered the palace, he lost his internal energy, and his martial arts skills were also crippled, he couldn't even do the ordinary eaves and walls.He didn't want to follow Rong Zhiming into the Tsinghua Hall to attend the banquet, so as not to meet that person.

So Rong Zhiming found an eunuch to take Song Wei to the prince's bedroom, and handed him the letter drawn by the clown.

When Rong Zhiming was sitting at the table, Eunuch Li came out and told that His Majesty was not feeling well, and the imperial physician was in the process of diagnosis and treatment. He asked everyone to eat and drink first, and come back in a quarter of an hour.

Rong Zhiming drooped his eyes and hooked his lips, and he didn't mind the emperor's actions. Did he mean to be contemptuous?

Song Wei was brought to the prince's bedroom, and he was carrying a big burden, which contained his pot of dried plums, a big gold bracelet and some small snacks for Cong Cong.The soldiers checked that there was no problem and let him in.

The family heirloom left by his parents has been thinking about giving it away but has never given it away. The reason is just that he is afraid of being underestimated and doesn't care. This is his sincerity.

He went in cheerfully, and shouted happily: "Baby Cong Cong, come quickly, dad... ah..." Then his voice became hoarse, and he stood there blankly for a while, as if he realized what he said, his scalp went numb, and he slipped away. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed a few times, "Caomin sees the emperor, Caomin is full of unreliable words, offended the emperor and His Royal Highness, please forgive me."

He buried his head and didn't dare to raise his head. If Xiao Jue insisted on letting Xiao Yucong call him his father in private, Long Yan would beat him up in a rage?That can't be done, he can't stand it now.

After a long time, Xiao Jue's hoarse voice sounded, "Get up, take the human skin mask."

Is this... sick?Song Wei said yes, then stood up, took off the human skin mask, and looked at the two of them with some distaste, Xiao Yucong was in Xiao Jue's arms, and he hadn't seen him for a few days, the little guy couldn't afford to put on airs, and looked at them anxiously. Looking at him, the pitiful appearance made Song Wei worry.

And what about Xiao Jue?Wearing a black and black embroidered golden dragon robe, the bead curtain covering his face covered his face, leaving a large shadow under the illumination of the candlelight, making it difficult to see the other party's expression clearly.

Song Wei didn't know what to do for a while, and didn't dare to go forward, so she could only wait from a distance.

Xiao Jue didn't open his mouth to speak either, and after a while, he pressed his lips and coughed for a while, before saying, "Whoever comes to see Cong Cong come here."

"Yes." Song Wei sighed in his heart. He was not here, and this person didn't take his body seriously, and Eunuch Li couldn't persuade him, or you see, with the change of seasons at the turn of summer and autumn, the other party would catch a cold . "You, the government affairs are heavy, let the imperial doctor come over and take a look."

As soon as he approached, Xiao Yucong jumped out of his father's arms and threw himself into his arms, a rare coquettish nudging.Xiao Yucong, who was taught by Rong Chou, is not as arrogant as his father.Song Wei picked up the little guy, thought about it, and tried to persuade him.

Xiao Jue didn't respond to him.

Song Wei didn't say much anymore.If it was before, he might have pulled someone to check the pulse, then pressed back on the bed, and waited on him meticulously.Now, I don't have that qualification, so I can only turn a blind eye.

Song Weiyuan didn't have so many rules, the prince's dormitory was covered with soft carpets in case the little prince would be injured, the father and son sat on the ground, Song Wei took out the gadgets he brought from the bag to amuse the child in his arms, The two secretly bit their ears, not daring to talk or laugh loudly, for fear of disturbing the statue-like person at the table.

Not long after the silence, Xiao Jue coughed violently again, this time the emperor arched his noble waist slightly, and the beads collided with each other crisply.

Song Wei's smiling eyes couldn't hold back any longer, and when he wanted to stand up and pat the other person on the back, Eunuch Li ran in, "Your Majesty, it's half an hour, you don't want to go..." Eunuch Li is old, and his eyes are not very good It took me a long time to notice Song Wei, and I finally realized that the emperor was waiting for someone here.Just as he was about to make a turn to make people stay longer, Xiao Jue stood up, "Let's go."

"emperor…"

"Ready to drive." After he finished speaking indifferently, he walked forward with big strides, Eunuch Li glanced at Song Wei, gritted his teeth and had to follow.

Song Wei suddenly said "Regardly sending the emperor off" and stopped looking at Xiao Jue. Eunuch Li behind him saw clearly that the emperor's body was trembling slightly, so he quickened his pace and left as if fleeing.

After Song Wei coaxed Xiao Yucong to sleep, she stuffed the letter written by Rong Chou into the child's arms, and put the things she brought on the table. The pot of dried plums was ridiculously ugly.

He originally bid farewell to the past, but the golden bracelet and withered plums left behind became Xiao Jue's thoughts and the courage to start again.

After gently saying take care, Song Wei left without looking back.When he loves, his affection is as deep as fire, and when he abandons, he is ruthless and straightforward, and he will never be procrastinating.

On the contrary, it was the one who seemed cold-hearted and cold-hearted when they were together, struggling in the emotional quagmire and unable to get out.

...

Qianzhou is located in the southwest, with dense forests and a hot and humid climate. Even though we walked more than half of the way in autumn, it is still too hot to make people panic.

On the day I arrived, I went to Chunhua Villa while I was at night.After a month and a half of exhaustion, Rong Chou, who had no martial arts and was young, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep when he arrived at the palace.

Rong Zhiming had to go to the villa alone.

The one who came to pick him up was Yun'er, Yun'er was married and was a secret guard in Chunhua Villa, so she was the one who took care of Shen Xiansi's daily life on weekdays.Before she had time to salute Rong Zhiming, Rong Zhiming said, "Is your health better?"

Yun'er nodded, but the sadness on her forehead did not dissipate, "I got better after receiving Mr. Song's letter that day..."

"Take me to see him." Rong Zhiming walked forward, but Yun'er stood still.

"Will... my lord, you should come back tomorrow."

Rong Zhiming stopped.

Yun'er stirred the handkerchief, "What I mean by this servant is that it might be more appropriate for you to bring your little master along."