Traveled to ancient times and became a cheap little dad

Jing Zhou held him and kneaded him for a while before he felt comfortable. He held his hands with both hands and weighed his legs. "Jiang Yun, why are you so light? It seems like you have no weight on my legs."

"The hands are small, and the nails are small too."

I was angry and ignored him. I really wanted to roll my eyes. Does a height of 169 have to match a weight of 189? If my hands are really long, I will look like a monster.

"Jiang Yun, let Doctor Zhang take care of her for the next few days."

Seeing that he didn't make any other moves, Jiang Yun stopped struggling, thought about it, and nodded. The imperial physician was professional and indeed very good.

"Also, do you want to go on the autumn hunt in a few days?"

"Hunting?" He widened his eyes in surprise.

"Yes, hunting."

"I'll take you to the stable to learn horse riding, and then teach you archery." The big hand grabbed his slender white hand, with distinct knuckles and pink fingertips.

"Your hands are so delicate, can you draw a bow? Hmm?"

Jiang Yun spread out her palms and looked at her own hands, then grabbed Jing Zhou's hand, sighing in her heart that it was really unfair.

They are not as tall as each other, and they don’t have as many hands as each other. Is this the difference between people in the north and south?

She pouted unhappily, "I haven't tried it, so I don't know."

"Grandpa said that I am too weak to practice martial arts and need to rest."

"Who wants to be like you, a rough old man?"

Jing Zhou turned his body to face him and looked at his face carefully. His features were delicate and childish, and he still looked like a teenager.

I slid my fingers under his armpits and scratched his waist intentionally. As expected, he avoided me because he was ticklish. "How dare you call me an old man? Huh?"

"I was wrong. I won't say anything. Please let me go."

Jing Zhou withdrew his hand and supported his back to prevent him from escaping. "Why are you begging for mercy so soon? This is not like you."

Jiang Yun raised her little face and raised her eyebrows, "What does this little thing matter?"

"Haven't you heard the saying that nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up?"

",,,"

The nose was pinched, "Wrong reasoning."

Jiang Yun was no longer afraid of him and rubbed her stomach, "Your Majesty, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since this morning."

Then he pouted unhappily, "Why poison it? It's a waste of food. I am now traumatized by the dishes served on the table."

Jing Zhou guessed that he remembered being poisoned before, so he put his hand on his stomach and his face became serious. This matter must be thoroughly investigated and no one should be let off.

After thinking for a while, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Come on, I'll grill some fish for you."

Jiang Yun tilted her head and looked at him, a little unconvinced, "Would you? You are such a big emperor."

He gestured with his hands as he spoke.

Jing Zhou put him on the ground, feeling very happy, and walked out holding his hand.

"When I was on the march, we had to find food on our own because the food supply was insufficient. You were still a baby at that time, so you naturally didn't understand."

"I will catch some fish during my breaks and roast them by the river. If I'm lucky, I can even hunt pheasants, rabbits, and the like."

Jiang Yun also perked up, her eyes sparkling, "Then let's go quickly, I'm going to save some chicken legs for Jiang Xiaozhu to eat."

"Okay, one chicken leg for you and one for Jiang Xiaozhu, as a reward for saving you today."

"Then I thank you on behalf of Jiang Xiaozhu."

After two days, Jiang Xiaozhu finally recovered, but Jiang Yun was still a little traumatized and kept holding it tightly.

There are always some concerns about what is imported, and the imperial kitchen is no longer allowed to deliver dishes. All dishes are brought directly to Yuhua Palace to be cooked.

Jing Zhou would come to eat with him almost every meal, or he would light a fire and grill the food directly.

After two days of investigation, the person who poisoned the food was finally found, and all the blame was pointed at Zhao Jing.

She was dissatisfied with her demotion, and her family was repeatedly impeached and reprimanded, which had accumulated resentment for a long time.

Jing Zhou directly gave her poisoned wine and her mother's family was confiscated.

Because of this matter, the Queen Mother specially called Jing Zhou over. She was very unhappy, but the Emperor was not her biological son after all, so she couldn't say anything too harsh. She could only give him a few words of advice.

The Queen Mother sighed. Ever since she knew Jiang Yun's identity, she had wanted to call her over to reprimand her. However, the truth was that the Emperor was at fault, so she couldn't say anything more.

She didn't even dare to accept Madam Ling's several requests to pay her respects and enter the palace.

The other concubines were originally a little dissatisfied with such a big commotion here, but after seeing Zhao Jing's fate, they all fell silent. The queen didn't say anything either, so why did they bother?

After Jiang Xiaozhu recovered from his illness, Jiang Yun was thinking about whether he should go back to look for the dog hole he had run to in the back mountain before, but Leng Yi suddenly appeared and told him that the dog hole had been blocked, and thanked Jiang Yun for discovering the loophole.

,,,...

Jiang Yun was so angry that she wanted to curse at Leng Yi again. This person was really annoying.

A tool man who is hated for many reasons, he sighed silently.

Jiang Yun picked up a puppet beside her and threw it over, and Leng Yi raised his hand to catch it reflexively.

Because he didn't hit anyone, Jiang Yun became even more angry.

"go out!!!"

Returning to the back mountain, Leng Yi sat on a tree stump, squeezed the Tyrannosaurus doll in his hand, and sighed again.

Leng Er looked at him, somewhat gloating, "Boss, what, are you hated again?"

"You're used to it, don't worry about it."

"What is this? Let me see."

Leng Yi put the things in his pocket and looked at him coldly, "Go to training, call them all out and practice more."

",,,yes,,,"

It was a sunny day. Jing Zhou took Jiang Yun to the stable and picked a docile horse. "Jiang Yun, skills are only yours when you learn them."

"If you are in real danger and no one is around, you can escape if you learn how to ride a horse."

Jiang Yun thought about it and felt that it made sense. The last time she escaped, she didn't know how to ride a horse, and it was Qin Zijun who took her to run, but she was caught.

If I could ride a horse, could I run farther? Thinking of this, he nodded firmly, "Okay, I understand. I will learn it well."

The tall horse was much taller than Jiang Yun, and the stirrups were also very high. He couldn't hold on to the horse steadily at the first few times, and it was difficult to get on the horse. Jing Zhou was determined not to help him and let him learn on his own.

Jing Zejia, who came to practice horse riding and archery, came over happily when he saw Jiang Yun. Knowing that Jiang Yun wanted to learn horse riding, he took the initiative to teach him, and Jing Zhou did not stop him.

Although Jingze Jiabi is younger and half a head shorter than Jiang Yun, he is quite strong and has a good foundation. He demonstrated very well, "Brother, try it again like I did just now."

"Don't be afraid, I'm holding you up from below."

Jiang Yun nodded and became more motivated, "Okay, this will definitely work."

Jiang Yun stepped on the stirrups and grabbed the saddle. Jing Zejia supported his waist from behind and finally climbed onto the horse, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Brother, I told you you can."

"Hey, Zejia, thank you."

Jing Zhou sat aside drinking tea, and a faint smile appeared on his lips as he watched the two of them cooperate so well.

But this name? I thought it was inappropriate last time, and it seems more and more wrong the more I listen to it now.

Zejia calls him brother. Isn't this a generation difference? Zejia is 12 years old and Jiang Yun is 19 years old.

It seems reasonable to call him brother, but...

"Zejia, come here."

Jing Zejia was still diligently teaching Jiang Yun the skills of horse riding. When he heard his father calling him, he asked the eunuch beside him to come over and hold the reins, and then he ran over with peace of mind.

"Father is looking for his son."

"Well, Zejia, do you like Jiang Yun very much?"

Jing Zejia nodded in acknowledgement and said happily, "Brother is my savior, and brother is very smart. He can do many things that I have never seen before. I like him very much."

Nodding without refutation, Jing Zhou looked at him and continued, "Jiang Yun lives in the harem, just like the other ladies in the palace. You can no longer call him brother."

"You need to change your name, okay?"

Jing Zejia lowered his head in embarrassment, not knowing how to respond for a moment.