I wish my son was stupid and reckless

Li Lan lowered his head and picked up the bowl of red bean yuanxiao. The red beans are dense and sweet, the glutinous rice balls are soft and sticky to the teeth, and the thick sweet soup of lotus root starch has a kind of clarity, which slides over the tip of the tongue together with red bean paste. The fragrance permeates it and surpasses it, which is very moving.

Li Lan ate half a bowl, stopped, and turned to look at Li Yan.

He picked up the gilt-rimmed bowl, and said while licking the sweet soup on his lips, "Father, it's delicious."

Li Yan rubbed his soft hair with a smile and said, "Then eat some more."

Li Yan used to like to eat sweets very much. In the backyard of his old mansion, there is a centuries-old osmanthus tree. Come on, it’s good to make all kinds of sweets and sugar water.

Among so many sweet soups, red bean Yuanxiao is his favorite.

Li Yan pinched his son's soft auricles with his fingers. Li Lan was afraid of itching, so he shrank his neck and giggled, and his hands were clamped by his shrunken neck.Li Lan suddenly stopped smiling, and wept bitterly, feeling that he had a piece of ice caught in his neck.

He put down the bowl, turned his head and hugged Li Yan's hand, breathing while rubbing it.

After Li Yan drank the half cup of poisoned wine back then, his body was always weak. Afterwards, he fought openly and secretly to kill brothers and sisters, and it became even worse.The imperial physician said that his tendons were blocked, and his qi and blood were difficult to flow. It is only now that he has cooled down, and he is already so afraid of the cold that he needs to wear a fur coat.

Li Lan cupped his hands and rubbed them vigorously until his father's pale fingers turned a strange pink color, then he let go, and turned his head to pick up the half bowl of red bean yuanxiao, Ask his father to drink some hot sweet soup to warm himself up.

Le Yue thought bitterly at the side, this little prince likes to feed the leftovers to the emperor, and he doesn't know if he can teach him well.

Li Yan's complexion was slightly gloomy.

The hot air on the warmed hands is lingering around the fingertips, spreading out little by little, without any intention of belonging to it.

The red bean Yuanxiao in the bowl was presented by the queen in every possible way.

The queen, who is Li Yan's first wife, concubine Yuan, took Li Yan's only son—fourth prince Li Yuan—to the Qian Mansion when he returned from worshiping the Buddha at Xiangguo Temple last year, and asked Li Yuan to pick the old tree by himself. The sweet-scented osmanthus that bloomed in the past, and after the honey was made, I sent this bowl of red bean Yuanxiao.

Li Yan couldn't see his wife's and children's intentions. He just felt that it was full of deliberate calculations. He felt disgusted and didn't want to move.

What's more, after he ascended the throne, he got used to suffering. He abstained from sweets for a long time, so he ate with Li Lan.

But Li Lan didn't understand the countless schemes behind this bowl of sweet soup. He didn't know that besides his mother, he also had a noble aunt and a few brothers he had never met. He only knew that when he was cold, Mother always made him drink hot soup and hot water.

Li Yan shook his head lightly, but Li Lan refused to give up. He got off Li Yan's lap, took a spoonful of red bean yuanxiao and handed it to his father.

Also tiptoe.

Le Yue almost knelt down for him, for fear that he would wash the emperor's red bean sweet soup all over his body, and the dragon robe would not be able to be washed in the future.

Li Yan was amused, the snow melted, and he looked bright, causing the maids standing there to look up quietly, and then lowered their heads blushing.

Li Lan's hands were sore, and seeing his father laughing non-stop, his face was full of grievances.

Li Yan finally lowered his head and put his mouth on the spoon.

The thick sweet aroma penetrated into the heart and lungs, Li Yan squinted his eyes, reached out to take the bowl in Li Lan's hand, and ate it mouthful.

Sure enough, he is still addicted to sweets, and he prefers the warm heart in the subtle sweetness.

Li Lan's thoughts.

First Prince: Li Jing

Second Prince: Li Tang [Shang]

The third prince: Li Lun

Four Princes: Li Yuan

Fifth Prince: [Young Shang]

The Sixth Prince: Li Lan