In the seventh year of Yuanguang, the crown prince was just five years old.
The little crown prince's eyebrows and eyes look more like his father Zhao Junhan's, delicate and picturesque, but his little temper is more like his mother's childhood, soft, cute, and very clingy.
The little crown prince's name is Zhao Qingzhi, a very elegant name.
At the age of three, he is not as easy to deal with as he was when he was younger.
He is also very shrewd and has his own little ideas and tricks.
Originally he lived with his mother, but later his father asked him to sleep alone in the side hall.
He was not allowed to enter the main hall at will, and crying had no effect.
His father would not spoil him.
He is very narrow-minded.
The person the little prince clings to the most is his mother.
Her mother's embrace is always warm, and she never scolds him or forces him to do homework or endorse.
He is always happy.
On this day, while his father was attending the morning court, he climbed into the main hall.
A pair of fat little hands shook He Ling's arms, "Mother, mother, you promised to take me to fly a kite."
He is still a child, and he still speaks in a coquettish way.
He Ling was tortured very late last night.
She opened her eyes half asleep, her whole body was exhausted.
She finally woke up when she saw her son's cute little face.
She slowly got up from the bed and couldn't help but hold her hands.
He pinched his son's fleshy cheek and said, "Baby, you got up so early today."
The little prince nodded seriously, "Yes, I got up early today."
He Ling smiled and asked, "How come my mother remembers that you have to go to school today?"
The little prince curled his lips and suddenly became unhappy.
He pretended to be aggrieved and said, "But I want to fly a kite.
Mother, can you take me there?"
He would not mention this to his father.
Because his stingy father would definitely not agree.
The little crown prince was about to climb onto the bed with his short legs and push himself into his mother's arms.
He Ling patted his head, feeling affectionate in his heart.
He was just a five-year-old child.
It didn't matter if he didn't go to school for a day.
Besides, Hanlin Even if the old bachelors in the academy tell him a lot of truths, how can he possibly understand them?
Which mother doesn't feel sorry for her child, especially her son who is so cute, and when he sheds two tears, he almost becomes cute.
"You go out first and let Shuangshuang wash you up.
I'll take you to the yard to fly a kite."
The little prince's saliva-covered mouth slapped her cheek, and then she was carried out.
After He Ling changed clothes and washed up, he went to the outside room.
The palace people had already put breakfast on the table.
The little crown prince sat upright on the chair, his dark eyes kept turning, not knowing what he was thinking.
He Ling sat down, ate a bowl of light porridge, and tasted two pieces of his favorite pastries.
He wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at his son's untouched dishes and chopsticks, "Baby, why don't you eat?"
"I'm stuffed."
He Ling pursed his lips and laughed, "Nonsense, look at your bowl.
It's full.
Don't waste it."
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When your father was your age, he couldn't eat what he wanted, but in order not to destroy Zhao Junhan's majestic position in his son's mind, she didn't say this.
The little prince still listened to his mother's words.
He frowned and picked out the green onions in the bowl, and then finished the porridge quickly.
The five-year-old child is very proficient in using chopsticks.
Remember, when he was three years old, he had to rely on his mother to feed him.
Under the coercion of his father, a tyrant, he was forced to not let his mother feed him.
At first, he learned how to use chopsticks.
When using chopsticks, He couldn't pick up the food, and even if he picked it up, he couldn't put it into his mouth.
He was so hungry that he cried.
As a man, he rarely sheds tears, but his father still showed no mercy at all.
He couldn't eat.
Then just be hungry.
So it took our little prince friend less than three days to learn to use chopsticks.
The person he hates the most is his father, and the person he loves the most is his mother.
He is naughty, but not disruptive.
The adults still like him, especially Uncle Chen Yun.
He likes to hug him as soon as he enters the palace and never let go.
Of course, he also likes Uncle Chen Yun very much, but he doesn't like to talk to his aunt.
People like to pinch his cheeks, and they always like to tease him to the point of making him cry.
After He Ling had breakfast, someone took out the kite.
She made it herself, and the pattern on the kite was painted by Zhao Junhan.
He Ling held her son's small hand, and as soon as he walked out of the threshold, he saw Zhao Junhan striding in and just coming down from the court.
The little prince's face fell.
It was over.
There was definitely no hope of flying a kite.
Zhao Junhan saw the one she was holding and frowned, "Why is he still here?"
Isn’t it time to go to school at this point?
"Don't scare your son with such a stern face."
Zhao Junhan snorted, she was the only one who believed that the ghost's son could be frightened so easily.
After hearing this, this one hugged its mother's lap, its eyes quickly turned red, and it said pitifully: "Mother, I won't let you go."
If you want to be aggrieved as much as you want, be aggrieved as much as you want.
He Ling knelt down and kissed his son, "What the Queen has promised you, she will do what she says."
Zhao Juan said coldly, "Have you memorized the book?
Have you done the homework Mr. has left?
If you haven't done it, you are not allowed to play."
He Ling was a little angry.
She had always been dissatisfied that he was too strict with his son.
She stepped forward and pinched his waist.
"Look at my son, he won't even smile when he is facing you.
Our son is so cute.
Don't overwhelm him."
He's like a nerd, I don't care, you have to let him have fun today, he is only five years old after all."
Zhao Junhan sighed and gave in, "Let the palace maid take him to the imperial garden to fly kites.
If he likes flying kites so much, he is not allowed to come back before noon."
The little crown prince still can't beat his father, and Jiang is still old and hot.
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Who really likes flying kites?
He just likes to pester the queen.
He pouted, looking like he was about to cry.
Zhao Junhan struck first and had experience in dealing with him.
"Don't cry.
Once you cry, copy the Great Compassion Mantra ten times."
Those two tears were forcefully put back.
If you really copy it, your hand will break.
The palace maid carried the little crown prince out under Zhao Juanhan's eyes.
He Ling looked at him helplessly, "You are not ashamed to bully me like this."
"I am the one who should bully my son."
He stepped forward, naturally put his arms around her slim waist, and said close to her ear, with a bit of gritted teeth, "He must have made trouble for you again.
You were so tired last night, and this morning You should have a good rest.”
He Ling's face turned red.
After thinking for a while, he still spoke for his son, "He didn't make trouble with me."
But she was still sleepy.
Zhao Junhan looked at her slightly haggard face and felt a little annoyed.
He couldn't restrain himself when he met her, and sometimes he would hurt her if he was too harsh.
He hugged the person and entered the house, "I'm sleepy, please sleep with me for a while."
He Ling yawned, "Okay."
The two took off their shoes and socks and lay on the bed.
He Ling was really tired and sleepy.
Not long after he lay down on the bed again, he fell asleep again.
Zhao Junhan looked at her pale eyebrows, kissed her forehead gently, put his arm around her waist, and slowly closed his eyes. gd1806102: