[Comprehensive] Abandoned Prince Survival Story

Xianyang Palace, in Yingzheng's study room.

It was the time when the lanterns were first lit, and the maids lit up palace lanterns one by one, starting from the gate of the palace, placing them along the four walls, and finally converging on the throne of Yingzheng, decorating the entire big study room as bright as day .

Ying Zheng approved a memorial, put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrists, and tugged at his slightly tight neckline.

For those who are familiar with Ying Zheng, this action is a signal that he is thirsty.

At this time, some palace servants who were familiar with Ying Zheng brought the tea.

Ying Zheng didn't even look at anyone, his eyes were still on the memorial on the case, and he picked up the teacup with his right hand and took a big sip.

With a "poof", a big mouthful of tea spit out from his mouth.

"Bold! What is this... Fusu! Why are you here?" Ying Zheng, who was about to throw his teacup to hit someone, looked angrily and anxiously at himself sitting beside the long desk, looking innocently and blankly at himself. His son threw the teacup on the long table resentfully, wiped the tea that he had accidentally splashed on his face with his sleeve, and said angrily.

"Su'er...Su'er...Su'er sees that the father is unhappy because of his grandmother, so...he wants to coax the father." Fu Su shrank his neck and said awkwardly.

Because of Mao Jiao's persuasion, Yingzheng did bring back Zhao Ji from Yongcheng, but it was hard to undo the situation, and it was hard to get back. It was not only impossible for Yingzheng and Zhao Ji to return to their previous intimacy, but also Yingzheng was forced to marry Zhao Ji. Throwing up because of the fact that she was forced to take Zhao Ji back.

Outsiders might not be able to tell that Ying Zheng had a smile on his face, but an anger in his heart, but in front of close people, Ying Zheng didn't bother to hide this.

"So, you just want to make tea for your father?" Ying Zheng casually pushed away the memorial on the case, wiped off the tea stains on the case with his sleeve, and then carried Fu Su to the case, letting him sit in front of him. In front of him, he tapped Fusu's nose, and asked with a smile, "Say! Who taught you this trick to please the king."

Fu Su tilted his little head, frowned and thought seriously, his two little feet couldn't help shaking. After thinking for a while, he said slowly: "No one teaches Su Er, Su Er just looks at the father and the king." Not happy, I want to do something to make my father happy."

"Coax father to be happy..." I was almost poisoned to death by your naughty child. I have never had such a difficult drink in my life... No, it is a strange thing, as if a handful of yellow lotus was added to Huoxiang Zhengqi water to make Ying Zheng felt that his soul had been sublimated, "Hehe...just as long as you are happy."

Ying Zheng didn't want to recall the taste of the cup of tea just now, but Fu Su refused to let him go, and chased after him, "Father, is the tea Su Er made good?"

"Okay... drink." That's impossible.

"Not only is it delicious, but you can also experience all the flavors of life in an instant." There are bitter, hot, sour and sweet, bear boy, what did you put in the tea.

"Let my father understand the meaning of life..." To live, to live well.

"The soul has been sublimated since then." I always feel that I am a person who has died once.

Seeing Ying Zheng's expression of "I'm floating, I'm shaking, I'm shaking", Fusu picked up the teacup he put on the long table, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and then said with a look of disgust: "It's really good. Is it so delicious? It's a dark mass...and the smell is so bad that Su Er didn't even have the guts to taste it."

"Hehe..." Can the widow beat him?cannot!Can the widow scold him?also can not!The widow said nothing.

Don't blame the heavens or the earth, who told the widow to put away the good wine and insist on drinking tea?

Wine these days has a low alcohol content, so it’s fine even if it’s used as a drink; but the taste of tea is so-so, there’s no fried tea, only tuancha, not brewed tea but boiled tea, and the boiled tea is a bit like traditional Chinese medicine, Many people don't like to drink, so the general public likes to drink instead of tea.

But Yingzheng often stays up late because of his busy schedule, tea can be reminded but not wine, so accumulated over the years, Yingzheng is used to drinking tea to quench his thirst.

It’s just that making tea is not like making tea. When making tea, as long as you are not a fool, add tea leaves and heat water. Even if you can’t make a cup of tea with a very artistic conception, it’s still possible to make a cup of tea that tastes good and can satisfy most people’s tastes. ; Making tea is a high-end, foreign-style and high-grade job. Making tea is like making soup. Looking up, it couldn't be more cruel.

Therefore, it is not very difficult for Fusu to make a cup of tea with such a strange taste that people will never forget.

"Where's Zhao Gao?"

You can't scold your son, after all, your son will do this because he wants to be filial to himself; and he can't blame himself, as the king of Qin, he is not a joker, so he should blame Zhao Gao.

"Didn't Zhao Gao always cook the tea for my father? How did it become you? What about others?"

Could it be that he hid himself and didn't dare to see the widow?If you have the ability to let a brat come to invite pets, you should at least make the tea, and then let the brat say that it is your own cooking, so I can give it to the widow, and the widow promises not to care about your crime of deceiving the emperor!

You bastard Zhao Gao!The courage is really getting bigger and bigger!Let Fusu serve this kind of tea, do you want to poison the widow to death?Or do you want the widow to vent his anger on Fusu?

"Oh, Zhao Gao said he was tired and went to rest." Resting is also sleeping, and fainting is also sleeping, so Zhao Gao should be considered resting, right?

As for how dizzy?Then don't ask this baby, it wasn't this baby who did it, it's all his fault, it's fine if you don't let this baby be filial to his father, but bump into this baby's fist.

"Rest!" Ying Zheng snorted coldly.

"Father, don't be angry, don't be angry, Zhao Gao is not good, turn around and teach him a lesson, Su'er, don't ruin your body because of being angry." Seeing Ying Zheng's chest heaving violently, Fu Su jumped off the chair. Case, imitating the appearance of an adult, stroking Ying Zheng's chest and saying.

Seeing his well-behaved and cute chubby son, Ying Zheng couldn't help but grabbed Fusu, hugged him in his arms, kissed Fusu's puffy little cheek, and said, "He's really the king's good son."

"Hee hee..." Fu Su covered the place where Ying Zheng had kissed her, giggled for a while, and said complainingly, "Father's beard pricks me!"

"So what if I stab someone? I just want to stab you!"

After finishing speaking, Ying Zheng stretched out his mouth again, making a gesture to attack Fusu.

Fusu played the game of eagle catching chicks with Ying Zheng for a long time "difficultly" by "moving from left to right and blocking from the right", and finally succeeded in getting Ying Zheng to kiss her on the other side of the cheek.

Why!Is it easy for this baby?It's not easy to serve the boss!The baby is bitter, the baby is tired, the baby wants to eat melons, why does the boss tie the beard on the baby?

"Father, it's okay to prick Su'er. Su'er has thick skin and thick flesh and is not afraid of pricking. But Su'er's younger brothers and sisters, father can't prick like this, it will hurt them." Fu Su kneaded his own as if kneading dough The little round face complained.

Looking at Fusu's good skin that turns red when he touches it, and listening to his remarks about "I have thick skin and thick flesh", Ying Zheng couldn't help but smile in his heart, "You are very good to the one who was not born, then Where's Gao Er?"

Yingzheng was just saying it in passing, and he didn't expect the half-brother's relationship to go anywhere, but what he never expected was that Fusu would...

This kind of later talk that makes Ying Zheng's liver hurt just thinking about it, let's save it for later.

"Second brother...he... Su'er is quite busy recently, so I haven't gone yet, but it's okay, the future will be long." Fu Su put down his hand, rolled his black eyes, and quickly found an explanation for his behavior, "By the way, father, are you in a better mood?" Fu Su changed the subject abruptly, and at the same time did not forget to raise a big smile at Ying Zheng.

"Okay, okay, seeing you, my father's mood will be better." Ying Zheng looked at Fusu with a smile on the corner of his mouth and said.

"That's good. Father, you're in a better mood, so Su'er can rest assured." Fu Su let out a long breath of relief, and was about to speak when he heard a thunderous sound from his stomach.

Fu Su was taken aback for a moment, and then blushed unconsciously. He covered his lower abdomen with both hands, and said with a troubled expression: "Father, Su Er is hungry, and Su Er wants to go back to the palace for dinner first."

Ying Zheng looked at the embarrassed Fusu, stretched out his arms and hugged his son tightly, and laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Stupid boy! Why do you want to go back to the palace when you get to the father's place? Does the father still need a bite of food from you?"

"Okay, okay! It's a good time to try to see if the cooking skills in the father's palace have improved." Fusu said with a salivating expression while holding his little belly.

Because of staying up late to work, Yingzheng also eats porridge, cakes and other food for supper at night. Now that his son who likes to eat meat is here, he has increased the supper, but fortunately Fusu often comes to Yingzheng Here to eat, the kitchen is always stocked with the things he likes to eat, so the food was quickly put on the table after Ying Zheng gave an order.

Logically speaking, they should sit at separate tables and meals, but Fusu dislikes that the distance between them is too far away, and the intimacy between their father and son cannot be seen at all, so whenever Fusu comes to Yingzheng Palace for a meal, the two father and son are always close Sitting hotly on the same table... Well, they framed each other, forced each other to eat what they didn't like, and then ate everything they liked. Su's likes and dislikes are very consistent, he loves to eat meat, but hates to eat all kinds of vegetables.

Therefore, every time the two of them ate, it was like fighting.

No matter how good something is, it will be boring to have it alone, but if someone grabs it from you, you can find something cute about the worst thing, and the same is true for eating.

Before he knew it, Ying Zheng, who had had a poor appetite for several days, silently killed two catties of cakes and a large plate of mutton.

Clutching his slightly distended stomach from eating too much, Ying Zheng took a sip of tea that was not made by Fusu, and said, "Su'er knows why my father, Wang, is obviously unhappy, but still wants to pick up your grandmother." Come back to Xianyang?"