The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 282 The Emperor's Order Is Hard to Violate ([-])

"Not hungry." Xiao Ling smiled warmly, like a little angel, "Is the mother tired?"

The little limp body threw herself into her arms, and Fei Tong was instantly satisfied.

"I'm a little tired. When can our little prince help our mother?" She deliberately teased him.

Xiao Ling puffed her face and clenched her small fists: "It can be done now, Ling'er is not young anymore."

He paused for a moment, as if he felt that saying this was a bit exaggerated, and he added angrily: "It's just... It's just that Ling'er knows a little too little, and still needs to learn a lot. Mother, can you teach Ling'er? ? No, no, no, Queen Mother is already tired enough, so let’s let Taifu teach you. Queen Mother, Ling’er wants to study hard.”

The little child's complexion is changeable, immature and comforting.

"My Ling'er is so considerate." Feitong hugged him and strode out, "But it's up to Ling'er to choose the master."

Rui Ming was considered the best teacher in this dynasty, but she didn't know if she should continue to let him teach Xiao Ling.

After all, no matter how knowledgeable he is, if he treats his students with no sincerity, such a teacher...is not considered a good teacher.

"Yeah." The little prince nodded heavily, and wrote it down seriously.

When the two of them came out, Ford had already ordered someone to pass the meal.

After his observation, His Majesty usually has dinner with His Highness the Crown Prince, and now that the usual meal time has passed, His Highness the Crown Prince should be hungry.

really.

After seeing him, Fei Tong ordered: "Let's pass on the meal, add an extra dish of almond bergamot today."

After the little prince heard this, his eyes immediately lit up and his mouth raised happily, "Mother! Is it for my son?! Mother, thank you!"

"Are you happy just like that?" Fei Tong put him on the ground, tapped his nose, and then ordered: "Ford, all the teachers in this dynasty, no matter whether they are Taifu in the court or folk teachers, pay attention Sort it out and send it to the East Palace, and the crown prince will pick one."

"Yes!" Ford took the order, bowed, and stepped back.

"Emperor Mother." Xiao Ling noticed what Fei Tong said, and was a little disappointed, "Is this asking my son to return to the East Palace?"

Fei Tong knelt down and reasoned with him: "Ling'er, you are the Prince of Daliang Dynasty, so you can't always live with the Queen Mother."

Xiao Ling pursed her lips, not very happy: "Oh!"

But he didn't say anything, even ate all the almond bergamot for dinner, his belly was bulging like a ball.

After dinner, Fei Tong had someone send him back to the East Palace, while she continued to review the memorials. During this period, several ministers came to discuss state affairs with her.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Fei Tong could go back to the bedroom to rest.

Changing into comfortable clothes, she discounted a yawn and walked into the inner sanctum.

When I walked to the bed, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

Reach out and lift the curtain.

Scarlet Tong: ...

No wonder I didn't act coquettishly to object before, waiting for her here.

Touching the sleeping doll under the blanket, she smiled dotingly.

Forget it, that's it for today.

Tossing and tossing, troublesome.

Carefully lifting the quilt, Feitong slowly lay down and fell asleep with the corners of her lips raised.

The next day, she got up carefully, for fear of waking up her little baby.

Putting on the dragon robe and wearing the twelve crowns, Fei Tong rubbed her eyes and left the hall.

I still have to go to court, which really feels like morning self-study in those previous worlds.

They all require getting up early and using their brains.

It's just that the name sounds nice.

When she was approaching the main hall, Feitong put away her laziness and showed off all her aura, the majesty of an emperor without reservation.

(End of this chapter)