After I was reborn, I was scumbag

"Ze'er, didn't the emperor tell you that you are not allowed to go to Ningshou Palace to disturb the emperor's rest."

A little boy with a child's bun and an apricot-yellow cloud robe was hiding behind the stone pillars outside the palace. Hearing the familiar clear voice, Yuxue's lovely face suddenly wrinkled.

The pink and jade-carved boy brushed off his robe, turned around and stood upright, watching his royal uncle walk towards him with a serious face.

"Uncle Huang, Ze'er is wrong, don't be angry, okay?"

Shao Ze blinked his eyes, raised his face, and looked up at Shao Guan like a puppy with dark almond eyes.

I feel a little aggrieved.

His uncle was born with a peachy face, as beautiful as a person in a painting.Those peach blossom eyes looked at his uncle with a gentle smile, but when he came to him, he always looked stern.

Shao Guan kept his face upright, letting the child fawn on him by tugging his sleeves back and forth. He was not angry at all, but after becoming an emperor, he was used to not showing his emotions or anger.

"Uncle, Ze'er promises that he won't come here again next time..."

"Besides, my uncle said that today is Ze'er's birthday, and on that day, children are not allowed to be beaten or scolded!"

Shao Guan sighed with half helplessness and half amused, and hugged the child with a sly look.

"Why, you have gone to greet your uncle today?"

As soon as Shao Ze heard that Uncle Huang had changed the subject, he immediately followed the steps and replied carelessly: "That's right, Uncle Huang said that Ze'er wants to greet Uncle every day."

After finishing speaking, the child added another sentence from the bottom of his heart, "Besides, uncle treats me very well, and Ze'er likes uncle the most!"

"When did I say that you can't beat children on their birthday?"

The child lying on Shao Guan's shoulder caught a glimpse of the black corners of his clothes behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden, and immediately fell silent, and buried his head in his uncle's arms with a guilty conscience.

Murong Xing quickly walked a few steps, arrived beside Shao Guan, took the octopus-like child into his arms, and put it on the ground.

The voice was a little heavy: "Also, did I say that Ze'er has grown up, so I'm not allowed to be hugged by your uncle again?"

Shao Ze pouted: "But, but, Uncle Huang took the initiative to hug me!"

"is it?"

Murong Xing raised his eyebrows, gently rubbed Shao Ze's black hair, and met Shao Guan's dazed eyes, a dark smile flashed away from the bottom of his phoenix eyes.

"In this case, I will punish your uncle, what do you think?"

"Okay!" Shao Ze rolled his eyes and suddenly became happy, "Uncle, Ze'er is hungry and wants to have dinner!"

"Ask your uncle if he wants to eat?"

Shao was still thinking about what Murong Xing meant by "punishment", with a thin layer of red on the tips of his ears, he coughed lightly.

"Then let's go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for dinner. I'm discussing with the Ministry of Industry this afternoon about building water conservancy projects in central Sichuan, and I'm really hungry."

Several servants guarding the Hall of Mental Cultivation saw His Majesty and the Regent leading the little prince back from a distance, and hurriedly ordered the imperial dining room to serve the dishes.

"Our little prince is really lucky... There are so many children from the clan, he was the only one who was chosen and brought in to be adopted by His Majesty."

"Shh, what nonsense are you talking about! Parents are gone when you are born, and you will be hungry and full in the clan until you are five years old. How can you be lucky!?"

"Yes, His Majesty is still kind..."

"In my opinion, it's mainly the little prince's biological mother, the cousin of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent, who has a bloodline from the Pingxi Hou Mansion... Otherwise, His Majesty would not choose her even if he is not sure."

Dozens of exquisite dishes were served on the table, and the servants left the hall consciously after serving the dishes.

Shao Ze ran to the table and waited for Shao Guan and Murong Xing to sit down before sitting upright.

"Wow, Uncle, why are there so many dishes today! Didn't the emperor say that he should be frugal?"

"Ze'er is still sensible - so many dishes, how many days do you plan to let us eat?"

Murong Xing picked up a piece of fish and fed it to Shao Guan's mouth. Seeing his cheeks bulging as he chewed, he curled his lips.

"Isn't it Ze'er's birthday today, so it's okay to celebrate it once according to the prince's salary... Besides, His Majesty has been dealing with state affairs for the past few days, and his face has become thinner and tired."

Shao Ze imitated Murong Xing's appearance very sensiblely, and also took a small piece of ribs.

"Uncle Huang, you should eat more. It doesn't matter if we can't finish all the dishes, let's share some more and give it to the maids, okay?"

Shao Guan finished the meal, handed it to Shao Ze, and said in a warm voice: "Okay, tomorrow when the emperor is free, I will take you out of the palace in micro-service to play for a day."

"Would you like to go with uncle?"

"Go. But..." Murong Xing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he chuckled, "Not tomorrow, but I'll take Ze'er out to play the next day, okay?"

Shao Ze ate a mouthful of rice: "Why do you have to wait until the day after tomorrow?"

"Because Ze'er will recite "The Analects of Confucius" tomorrow, has Ze'er forgotten?"

"Okay then..." Shao Ze nodded, and muttered again, "But Rize'er will also recite "The Analects of Confucius" in the future."

After half an hour after a meal, Shao Ze touched his round belly, glanced at the darkened sky outside the window, and knew that he was going back to the East Palace again.

He was a bit reluctant: "Uncle, uncle, can Ze'er stay in the Hall of Mental Cultivation to sleep tonight?"

"Ze'er doesn't want my uncle to play with me, and doesn't want my uncle to tell me ghost stories, is that okay?"

Murong Xing squinted his phoenix eyes, and looked at him lightly: "No. The crown prince is already seven years old, so he can't sleep with the emperor's uncle."

Shao Ze was pitiful, and made a final concession: "Ze'er promises that he won't sleep with the emperor's uncle in his arms at night, but let his uncle hug him, can't he?"

"What do you mean being hugged by your uncle?" Murong Xing waved to the servants waiting outside the palace, with a slight smile in his voice, "Your uncle is your uncle's uncle."

"Bring His Highness the Crown Prince back to the East Palace and take good care of him, understand?"

"promise."

Shao Ze saw that his uncle made a real move, and after groaning, he threw himself into Murong Xing's arms.

"Ze'er is wrong, Ze'er doesn't share the same bed with the emperor, so, just sleep in the side hall, okay?"

Shao Guan couldn't hold back a chuckle, and waved his hand to screen the servant back: "Okay, it's Ze'er's birthday today, so it doesn't hurt to let him sleep in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a day."

The child who happily took a bath and changed into unlined clothes didn't notice his uncle's dark eyes.

As soon as Shao Ze fell asleep, Murong Xing quickly lifted the quilt, wrapped the drowsy child in his robe, and threw him and the quilt into the side hall.

The door was locked with a "click".

"It's rare for Ze'er to act like a spoiled child, why do you..."

Shao Guan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, just as he was about to get up from the quilt, he was knocked down by Murong Xing on the bed.

Murong Xing unhurriedly untied Shao Guan's belt, twirled the boy's slightly hot earlobe with his thin lips, and hummed.

"Does that mean that if I act like a baby to Guan Er, Guan Er is willing to obey me in everything, huh?"

Shao Guan pulled the curtain with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "...Why are you still jealous with a child?"

What's more, this child, apart from my relationship, is still your own nephew.

"Also, I just postponed tomorrow's memorial to the day after tomorrow, why don't you allow us to take him out to play tomorrow?"

The slender fingers pinched his chin, a long and domineering kiss.

"Because Guan'er didn't realize that there are a lot of things going on in the Ministry of Industry these days, have I not touched you for three days?"

"If you agree with Ze'er, how will you get up tomorrow?"