When Crown Prince Zhao Qing was only ten years old, his mother gave birth to a little sister.
He is no longer as attached to his mother as he was when he was a child.
Firstly, he has a lot of homework, and secondly, his father doesn't like it.
His father doesn't say anything and always makes things difficult for him secretly.
You have to know that he is only a teenager.
A 6-year-old child is still unable to defeat his cunning and cunning father.
On this day, every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, Zhao Qingzhi would go to Fengxi Palace to pay his respects to his mother.
Of course he was happy.
Children always like their mothers.
He has not slept with his mother since he was three years old.
We are still close, but there are less opportunities.
Zhao Qingzhi has begun to have the majesty of the crown prince, but he still deliberately restrains his anger in front of his mother.
If he is said to be a gentle person, no one will believe it.
After all, he is Zhao Junhan's son, with a temperament and a temperament.
It's very much like him.
He Ling held her newly born little daughter in her arms and coaxed her in a low voice.
The little girl was white and fat and looked very cute.
He Ling looked gentle and asked Zhao Qingzhi, who was kneeling on the ground, to stand up and asked him casually, "How have you been doing in your recent studies?"
Zhao Qingzhi had always been able to pretend in front of her and smiled, "It's okay, but the heavy workload makes my son breathless and he can only sleep for two or three hours a day."
Although He Ling feels sorry for his son, as the crown prince, of course he has a heavy burden.
It is always better to put more pressure on him now.
"It is a good thing to be studious, but it must also be done in moderation.
You must rest when you need it."
You can’t let it get to you.”
Zhao Qingzhi smiled even more happily.
His mother still felt sorry for him the most.
He opened his mouth and wanted to continue to complain, but Zhao Junhan appeared behind him and said abruptly, "I can't handle such a small amount of schoolwork.
I'm looking at you."
There’s no need to study, you still have the nerve to sleep for two or three hours a day, those kids who are taking the science exams are eager to sleep.”
Zhao Qingzhi kept his mouth shut and stopped arguing with his father.
He had accumulated experience and could not speak out at all.
He Ling glared at him, "You can't feel sorry for your son.
You two should lower your voices.
If you wake up my daughter, come and coax her."
This little princess is not easy to coax at all.
The circles under He Ling's eyes were obvious.
She was stubborn about taking care of her daughter in person.
It was common to be woken up in the middle of the night.
Of course, she couldn't sleep well at night.
Zhao Junhan reached out to pick up the little daughter in her arms, and threw her into her son's arms.
He said calmly: "If you are not good at reading, you can always take care of children well.
I see that you have nothing to do today, so I will take you with me."
Sister, let’s go play.”
Zhao Qingzhi hugged Ruanxiang's sister, "My son has not finished the homework assigned by Mr.
Father Huang.
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This" Zhao Junhan curled his lips and smiled, "What does it have to do with me?
If you are really capable, ask your sister to write it for you."
He Ling burst out laughing and pinched Zhao Junhan's palm, "Stop bullying your son."
Zhao Junhan held her back and softened his tone, "This is not bullying."
"Get out of there now."
Zhao Junhan said angrily to his son.
"My son will stay here in Fengxi Palace to take care of his sister."
Zhao Junhan's eyes turned cold, and he spoke darkly, "Get out."
Zhao Qingzhi has a sister in his hands and is not afraid of his father taking action against him Zhao Junhan lost his patience, "Dafu, kick this guy out."
Dafu was obviously very used to this kind of thing.
He led several eunuchs in and dragged the crown prince out.
Since Zhao Junhan ascended to this high position, he has always been tired and busy with government affairs, so he cannot relax at all times, but he has been feeling better recently.
It's just that wrinkles gradually appeared on his forehead, not because he was old or thinking too much.
Zhao Junhan hugged her and pinched her waist, "I've told you several times that you don't need to work so hard to leave Qingqing to grandma to take care of her.
Alas, why are you so stubborn."
Qingqing is my daughter’s nickname.
He Ling hugged him and buried her in his chest, "My daughter is still young and can't live without me."
"Yes."
His tone was calm, fearing that others wouldn't know that he was unhappy.
He Ling stood on tiptoes, kissed him on the cheek, smiled and rolled his eyes, "You are so considerate."
Afterwards, the two had lunch together, and Zhao Junhan dragged He Ling to bed, and he forced her to take a nap with him.
Zhao Junhan hugged her and slept better.
He hadn't had a dream for a long time, and he dreamed of some past events at noon.
At the age of five, he was already in the cold palace.
How did he survive?
If he hadn't had this dream, he would have almost forgotten it.
He had used methods such as stealing and robbing.
When he was older, he would use threatening methods.
I also learned to take advantage of others.
The women who were relegated to the cold palace had been favored by the emperor before, and they would have enemies.
At that time, he would kill those women one by one and live off his enemies' rewards.
Recharge your batteries and wait for your ascent to heaven.
The peak of power is because of her.
He wanted her to wear good clothes and be admired by thousands of people, and he did it.
As soon as the scene changed, he saw the day He Ling gave birth, the blood in the midwife's hands, the imperial doctors coming in and out, and her angry look, all of which frightened him.
This is also the reason why he doesn't like this daughter very much and almost killed her mother.
Zhao Junhan suddenly woke up.
He stroked her fingers and looked intently at the sleeping person beside him.
With love between his brows, he hugged her tightly and rubbed her cheek.
He just fell asleep in his dream.
The palpitations gradually dissipated.
It was hard work for him to be the emperor, but it was always worth it for her.
The author has something to say: It’s over There are probably some short stories about my uncle's brother.
Since they are not long, I will put them on Weibo and post them like this after two weeks.
Then there is a longer extra story by Chen Queyu.
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