Your Majesty is happy [rebirth]

. "

Ling Qiyou didn't speak, but finally diverted his eyes to the little steamed bun who was about to be dumb from crying, narrowed his eyes lightly, paused for a moment, and ordered: "Send the prince to Xiao Chuzi, it's his duty to serve the prince. Errands, don't try to be lazy."

"..."

In the backyard, Xiao Chuqian's residence.

Xiao Chuqian, who was thrown back "half dead", was lying on the bed and eating apples at the moment, when he saw the clown holding a small steamed bun with a flushed face full of tears and a hoarse voice that could only whine and choke, he was shocked The apple in his mouth almost fell to the ground.

Putting the little mantou beside him, the clown angrily conveyed Ling Qiyou's oral order to leave, but Xiao Chuqian called him to stop him.

"I'm already like this, and he wants me to bring him a prince?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you dead?!"

"Is this little steamed bun really His Majesty's own?"

"It wasn't born by His Majesty, could it be that it was born by you?!" As soon as the words came out, the clown realized that he had said something wrong, his eyes drifted away, and he became more and more angry: "In short, this is yours. Errand, don't think about being lazy before you enter the coffin."

"If he was really born by me, I wouldn't abuse him like His Majesty." Xiao Chuqian laughed dryly, "He's been crying all the time, I can't coax him well."

"If you can't coax it well, you have to coax it, this is your business!"

"I said, ugly father-in-law, can you tell your Majesty that you should give the eunuchs some food benefits?" Xiao Chuqian shook the half-gnawed apple in his hand: "It's sour and astringent, and it's for people to eat." something?"

"It's good to give you something to eat, you dare to choose!" The clown mocked angrily: "Could it be that you still want to eat tribute? Don't you look at your current status?"

"Aren't I doing this for your own good, besides, if I eat this, His Highness can't follow me to eat this kind of food..."

"Your Highness has a nanny who can feed you! You don't need to worry about it!"

"Your Majesty beat me up and didn't even give me medicine?"

The clown was very impatient with his rambling attitude: "Has your butt blossomed? It's just scratched twice, what medicine?! Why are you talking so much nonsense?!"

Xiao Chuqian waved his hand: "Go down."

The clown didn't even bother to waste any more words with him, so he turned around and left.

Tired of crying, Xiao Mantou had already fallen asleep, curled up into a ball, and had a pitiful look with his mouth flattened in his dream. Xiao Chuqian took a handkerchief and wiped away the tears on his face, then lowered his head and kissed him. face, and sighed softly: "Poor baby, your father is more cruel to you than this father-in-law, what a crime..."

After such a commotion, the people in Zhaode Palace tensed up even more, and they didn't dare to show their spirits, fearing that they would be the ones Ling Qiyou would teach them a lesson next.

The clown went back to the main hall, and carefully changed Ling Qiyou, who was looking anxious, for a cup of hot tea. Ling Qiyou seemed to be concentrating on looking at the booklet in his hand, and the clown didn't dare to disturb him, just stood aside waiting.

It was not until two hours later that he slowly opened his mouth and asked, "Is the prince still crying?"

When the clown heard that Ling Qiyou rarely cared about the baby, he hurriedly said: "The nanny went to see it just now, and she has already fallen asleep."

Ling Qiyou didn't say any more, and continued to read the official documents under his hand.

The clown secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

After a long time, Ling Qiyou spoke again and asked the clown: "...is he dead?"

The clown was stunned for a moment, and then realized which one Ling Qiyou was referring to, and carefully replied: "Twenty big boards will not kill people, but they will be injured more severely..."

Glancing at Ling Qiyou's unconsciously frowned eyebrows when he heard these words, the clown added a sentence after deliberation: "I have the ointment that your majesty gave you before, my servant, how about I send some to him later?"

Ling Qiyou didn't say any more, and turned his gaze back to the folder in his hand.

The clown felt uneasy, not sure what this meant, but since he didn't say anything, it would be regarded as... acquiescing?

☆, threat

The little mantou was sent out, so Ling Qiyou didn't care about it, and the next half month was rarely quiet. Xiao Chuqian took the little mantou and never showed his face in front of him again. The clown occasionally mentioned that Xiao Chuqian was beaten 'He was bruised and bruised, and he was recuperating in the house, unable to get out of bed.

Of course, every time the clown mentioned this matter intentionally or unintentionally, Ling Qiyou was expressionless, but he never interrupted his words, seemingly casually, but he didn't know whether he listened or not.

Zhaode Hall.

The folders at hand were piled up like a mountain, and Ling Qiyou had been sitting in the same posture in front of the imperial case for two full hours. The clown saw that his face was tired, his brows were getting tighter and tighter, and he thoughtfully changed him to a cup of hot water. Tea, asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, why don't you rest for a while?"

Ling Qiyou didn't respond, and after a long time, he pressed the folder in his hand and stood up.

Slowly walked to the window, opened the window, it was already autumn, outside was a desolate scene, with withered and yellow leaves everywhere, Ling Qiyou felt a little uncomfortable looking at it, and was about to close the window, but suddenly heard There was a faint cry.

His eyebrows were furrowed again, and the clown hurriedly reminded him: "It's His Highness who is crying..."

Of course Ling Qiyou knew that it was Xiao Mantou who was crying, and only that little bastard could cry so heartbreakingly and couldn't stop. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Where is Xiao Chuzi, what did he do wrong?"

"Your Majesty, my servant sees that Your Highness has lost a lot of weight these days. Although Xiao Chuzi belongs to His Highness..." Ling Qiyou glanced at him before he finished speaking, and the clown quickly changed his words in fright: "After all, you are His Highness's." Father, His Highness must be thinking of you to do this...you should go and see him?"

Ling Qiyou pursed his lips lightly, and there was a strange and complex light in his slightly squinted eyes. After a long time, he turned around and walked towards the gate of the main hall. The clown was stunned for a moment, and hurried to catch up.

Right now Xiao Chuqian is laying on the bed with his feet crossed and his eyes closed, resting his mind. There is a little eunuch beating his legs beside him, and the little steamed bun is on the other side of the bed, panting out of breath from crying, but Xiao Chuqian seems to be He didn't hear it, so he didn't move his body and let him cry.

What Ling Qiyou saw when he entered the door was this scene, his eyes turned cold immediately, and the clown behind him shouted: "Your Majesty asked you to serve His Highness, and that's how you serve him?! Your Majesty is still not getting up to pick you up!"

Xiao Chuqian opened his eyes and looked at Ling Qiyou, and sat up lazily after a long while, but the little eunuch who was beating his legs had already knelt down on the ground trembling.

"How is this going?"

Ling Qiyou spoke in a cold voice, and the little eunuch replied tremblingly: "Chu...Eunuch Chu is the master of the servant, and the servant...is like this..."

It is not uncommon for the big eunuch in the palace to lead the young eunuch, and it is not uncommon for the young eunuch to be his apprentice. As Ling Qiyou's most trusted eunuch, the clown has a group of young apprentices under him, and Xiao Chuqian just entered Zhaode Hall not long ago. He even started to accept apprentices, obviously because of the little prince beside him who was crying so pitifully at the moment.

Ling Qiyou interrupted before he finished speaking: "Drag on."

The little eunuch cried and begged for mercy, but was still dragged down without hesitation by the clown who called someone in.

Xiao Chuqian shook his head and disapproved of Ling Qiyou's approach: "Your Majesty just targets slaves, why bother innocent people."

Hearing Ling Qiyou's voice, Xiao Mantou turned her head with difficulty and looked in Ling Qiyou's direction with her mouth full of tears. The little mantou immediately grabbed his sleeves with all his strength, and whimpered inexplicably, but finally stopped crying.

Ling Qiyou shook him in his arms, then looked at Xiao Chuqian coldly: "Is this how you take care of the prince?"

Xiao Chuqian disapproved: "He is His Majesty's son, and His Majesty doesn't feel sorry for him. What's more, this servant has said it long ago. This servant doesn't have the ability to coax him well. His Majesty refused to come to see him, so he just kept crying. My servant I can only let him cry, and when he gets tired of crying and falls asleep, it will naturally stop."

Ling Qiyou was not interested in wasting words with him anymore, he hugged the little bun, turned around and left, but before leaving the door, Xiao Chuqian suddenly said: "Your Majesty, the paper for King Xuan's request to go to Beijing has already been presented to you, right?"

Ling Qiyou said coldly: "Is it related to you? Don't forget who you are."

However, Xiao Chuqian laughed softly: "Uncle Xu and King Xuan, there are wolves in front and tigers in back. Your Majesty, you have worked so hard to eradicate Xiao's party, but it seems that you have done something wrong..."

Ling Qiyou gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "One of them is my uncle, and the other is my emperor's uncle, which one is more trustworthy than you?"

After finishing speaking, Ling Qiyou didn't stay any longer, and strode away with the little steamed bun in his arms.

Xiao Chuqian sighed helplessly, fool, compared to them, I am the one you should trust the most...

Holding the little mantou back to the bedroom, Ling Qiyou put him into the cradle that had been empty for more than half a month, but the little guy grabbed his sleeve and refused to let him go. Finally, he had no choice but to hug him again.

Looking down at the little doll in his hand, the little thing who was so blushed from crying just now that he could barely breathe now grinned at the corner of his mouth and smiled at Ling Qiyou.

Ling Qiyou froze for a moment, then asked the clown beside him: "Prince...how did he change his appearance..."

The clown leaned over to look, and reminded him with a smile: "Your Highness is just a little thinner, but the child grows fast, and looks different every day, and now his eyebrows and eyes are wide open. His Majesty hasn't seen him for half a month, so of course he feels that his appearance has changed." Now, Your Highness looks more and more like His Majesty now..."

like him?His brows and eyes were wide open, but those eyes looked more and more like Xiao Chuqian, the temperature in Ling Qiyou's eyes suddenly dropped again, and he squinted at the clown: "Do you really think he looks like me?"

"It really looks like..."

Ling Qiyou sneered coldly, and resolutely broke the little thing's hand that was holding onto the sleeve of his clothes, and put it in the cradle.

The clown shut his mouth sullenly, His Majesty's reaction was clearly displeased, but when he thought about what he just said, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it?

"Go pass the meal," Ling Qiyou ordered, hesitated for a moment, and added: "Go get someone for me."

"Find someone?" The clown didn't realize the meaning of the words for a while, and confirmed with him foolishly: "Who does your majesty want this slave to get?"

Ling Qiyou lowered his eyes, hiding the complex emotions in his eyes: "Go to death row to get someone, just like last time."

"...I'll go now, servant girl." The clown cursed in his heart that he was really stupid, and he didn't dare to say any more, so he quickly retreated after accepting the order.

******

After nightfall, the emperor's dormitory was not lit, and the doors and windows were locked in pitch darkness. In the past half a month, Xiao Mantoutou slept so soundly in the cradle beside him. Xiao Chuqian went to the bed and sat down and lifted the bed curtain. Crimson was gasping for breath, her eyes were already lost, she reached out and hooked his neck and pulled him down.

In the fierce entwining kiss, the tip of his tongue chased him up, but Xiao Chuqian bit his lip and backed away, patting his face lightly: "Qi You, do you know who I am?"

Ling Qiyou was gasping for breath, pulling his clothes impatiently, how could he tell who was pressing him at the moment, it didn't even matter if it wasn't a person, it was almost two or two naked entanglements Being together, Xiao Chuqian was helpless and a little unwilling, and his movements became rough, without any scruples, leaving deep and deep marks on his body one after another, his fingers almost pinched into his flesh, without making any advances, breaking people over The fiery dragon rushed directly into his body like this, rushing fiercely.

It's not so much sex, it's more like a hand-to-hand fight between wild animals.

The clown tremblingly counted the time outside the closed door of the bedroom, until the door was pushed open, Xiao Chuqian's clothes came out loosely, and the obscenity of the room rushed towards his face. When the clown saw him He was about to leave, so he quickly grabbed him: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"Don't worry, I've already satisfied him, I can't die."

When the clown heard that he let him go quickly, he turned around and was about to run into the palace, but Xiao Chuqian turned around suddenly, called him to stop, and said, "If you want your Majesty next time, you can send him directly to my room. I'm so happy." I will naturally satisfy him, or don't blame me for not being with me."

The clown was startled when he heard that, and then glared at him fiercely: "Don't deceive others too much! Your Majesty doesn't want you!"

Xiao Chuqian sneered: "You can try it, if you dare to find someone else for him, the one who will die is either His Majesty or you."

"you!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Chuqian didn't care what the clown thought, and strode away.

☆、15 Uncle Emperor

Before the winter of the second year of Ling Qiyou's ascension to the throne, King Xuan of Jiangdong, King Sunan Qi, and King Luo of Lingbei invited decrees to go to Beijing to worship the late emperor. Uncle Xu Guo went out of the city to greet him on behalf of the emperor.

The three vassal kings are all uncles of Ling Qiyou. Xuan Wang Lingjing is the seventh son and only son of the founding emperor Tiancheng Emperor. Tiancheng Emperor has eleven sons in total. Died in the midst of open and secret struggles, Ling Qiyou's father was the third son, who received the full support of the Xu family, and stood out as a non-concubine and not the eldest, and was established as the heir apparent. At that time, Ling Jing, who was only 12 years old, was released to the outside world. Jiangdong is king, until now, after 17 years, he returned to Beijing again.

The vassal kings of the Dasheng Dynasty have independent political power in the local area and certain military power, which is equivalent to the emperor of one side. In order to prevent the local vassal kings from raising troops to threaten the capital, the old emperor Tiancheng made a decision after entrusting his brothers and sons. According to the rules, vassal kings are not allowed to enter Beijing without an edict. Even for a national funeral such as the death of the emperor, they have to wait for a year before they can request decrees to return to Beijing to worship in batches. When the situation is unstable, the heart of rebellion will be launched and the division will be chaotic.

It has been one year since Ling Qiyou's father, Emperor Shunde, passed away. The vassal princes from all over the world have petitioned for permission to return to the capital, and Ling Qiyou was the first to approve, besides King Xuan, only his two youngest uncles, King Qi Lingchen. And Luo Wang Lingjue.

According to the rules, feudal kings can only bring 500 people at most when they enter Beijing. Ling Chen and Ling Jue each only bring a hundred or so people as guards, and Ling Jing is the only one, no more, no less, worthy of 500 people. , when he set off on the road, Ling Qiyou had already received the news. Uncle Xu Guo almost jumped up and scolded him, bluntly saying that Ling Qiyou shouldn't be allowed to enter Beijing, Ling Qiyou let him speak, but he didn't refute half a sentence from the beginning to the end. .

In the end, Xu Chongqing went out of the city to meet the three feudal lords, and the troops he brought could only be stationed outside the city. Xu Chongqing only let them bring 30 people into the city each. Ling Chen and Ling Jue had different demands on him. Dissatisfied, Ling Jing readily agreed, picked out thirty personal guards, got on his horse and followed him into the city.

Ling Qiyou was the three people who were interviewed by the Daganmen who listened to politics on weekdays. The civil and military divisions of the Manchu Dynasty stood in separate classes, and Ling Jing took the lead. Under the eyes of everyone, the three bowed down respectfully and paid respects to Ling who was sitting on the throne. Qi You.

The three said they were his uncles. The oldest King Xuan was only nine years older than him, and the youngest King Luo was almost the same age as Ling Qiyou. He might be established as the crown prince to inherit the great line, but because he was young and his power in the court was far inferior to that of Ling Qiyou's father, who had the support of the Xu family at that time, he finally lost. After being crowned prince, he left Beijing and went to Jiangdong as King Xuan. One year later, Emperor Tiancheng died of illness, and Ling Qiyou's father was enthroned. Ling Jing never came back to pay homage. Now, after 17 years, his power in Jiangdong is stable, almost Covering the sky with one hand, the imperial government's office in Jiangdong is useless, and the generals stationed in Jiangdong are all his confidantes. He almost firmly controls the entire Jiangdong, and Jiangdong is the largest state capital of the Dasheng Dynasty. In the place where the court officials heard that King Xuan's face changed, Uncle Xu repeatedly mentioned that King Xuan, who did not take the imperial edict seriously, was gnashing his teeth. He is one of the most troublesome figures in his internal and external troubles.

After the three people finished their salutes, Ling Qiyou slowly opened his mouth: "The three uncles have worked hard all the way, so get up."

The tone was cold and alienated, completely condescending, Ling Jing slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, stood up calmly, raised her eyes without any shyness, and looked directly at Ling Qiyou who was sitting on the throne.

When he was looking at Ling Qiyou, Ling Qiyou was also looking at him. In 17 years, Ling Jing had grown from a child when he left Beijing to a tall, strong and sharp-eyed overlord. In his eyes, Ling Jing Qi You couldn't see the slightest fear that he should have when facing the emperor, and even that faint smile was somewhat provocative.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the temperature in Ling Qiyou's eyes became even colder.

According to the customs of the Dacheng Dynasty, relatives and friends who meet for the first time or reunite after a long time will give each other a meeting gift, and Ling Qiyou will also order someone to prepare this gift early in the morning.

Qi Wang Lingchen is a nerd who is obsessed with calligraphy and painting. Ling Qiyou gave him an authentic painting by a famous artist in the previous dynasty. Ling Chen couldn't put it down when he saw it.Luo Wang Lingjue was a dandy who was idle and took advantage of money, and he was also easy to dismiss.In the end it was Ling Jing's turn, and Ling Qiyou ordered the clown to send him a black eagle...a majestic black eagle locked in a cage.

Ling Qiyou said slowly: "The black eagle is my mascot in the Dacheng Dynasty. This eagle has sharp eyes and a vigorous posture. It has a bit of the demeanor of the Seventh Emperor Uncle. The Seventh Emperor Uncle must be well-bred."

Ling Jing saw that the corners of his mouth were raised a little more. An eagle is a good eagle. Unfortunately, even the best eagle is locked in a cage, as if its wings have been broken. No matter how hard it is to do anything, the little emperor gave him this, as if to remind him Just keep to yourself on your one-acre three-point land and don't think too much, but his attitude towards this little emperor is just a little bit contemptuous.

Stretching out his hand, he directly opened the door of the cage. Amidst the surprised and shocked gasps of the officials, the eagle got out of the cage. Fly without a shadow.

Ling Qiyou's face darkened in an instant, and Xu Chongqing yelled: "King Xuan, you are too much! You let the gift that His Majesty gave you just like this in public! Do you still have His Majesty in your eyes?!"

Ling Jing disagreed: "Your Majesty also said that this eagle-eyed man has sharp eyes and a vigorous posture. It's a pity to be trapped in this cage. Of course it's better to let him out."

Then, regardless of how anxious Uncle Xu Guo was, Ling Jing smiled and clapped his hands, and the people behind him brought up the gift he wanted to give to Ling Qiyou.

"What a coincidence, what this king wants to give to His Majesty is also a bird."

Everyone was even more amazed when they fixed their eyes. On the bird stand that King Xuan's man was holding was a colorful canary. There was no cage outside the bird stand. His own feathers flapped his wings for a while and disturbed the frame and flew around a few times. Even if it was not restrained, it could not fly far, and it would still stop on the frame in the end.

Ling Qiyou's face became even uglier, and he narrowed his eyes slightly with an indistinct killing intent. Ling Jing sent this kind of thing to him, and the intention of ridicule was too obvious. This was not only provocative, but also It's basically the same as committing a crime, but at this time, he couldn't turn his back on him. After a long while, he slowly clenched his hands under his sleeves, and said in as calm a tone as possible: "Then thank you Seventh Uncle for sending me this gift." It's a gift."

"It's easy to say." Ling Jing responded with a proud smile.

Zhaode Hall.

Xiao Chuqian, who was holding Xiao Mantou and basking in the sun in the yard, saw Ling Qiyou come in with a dark face, and when he hit him, Xiao Mantou made a "da da" sound in his mouth and stretched out his hand to be hugged by him. No one was assigned, so he strode into the inside, and then heard the sound of kicking over the tables and chairs from the hall, Xiao Chuqian shook his head, and quickly hugged the little mantou who was about to cry for a while, and then So he stopped the clown who was sweating profusely and followed.

"You get out of the way!"

"Your Majesty, didn't he meet King Xuan today? Why did you get so angry? What happened just now?"

"Is it related to you?" The clown asked angrily.

"Let's hear it, maybe I can help His Majesty share his worries."

"What can you do as an eunuch?!"

Xiao Chuqian didn't take it seriously: "Don't ugly eunuchs also think about sharing His Majesty's worries all day long, my dear, come and listen to me."

The clown was also very angry at the moment, so he simply told how King Xuan didn't take His Majesty seriously and how he sneered at His Majesty's behavior just now. Xiao Chuqian was amused when he heard it: "That's because Your Majesty gave others the first time." Dismount Mawei..."

"How dare you say that, Your Majesty!" The clown glared at him.

Xiao Chuqian shook his head again, looked up at a piece of blue sky, handed the little steamed bun to the nurse beside him, raised his hand and snapped his fingers three times, followed by an inexplicable sound from his mouth, intermittently, not for a while Everyone in the courtyard was surprised to see that the black eagle suddenly appeared, circling in mid-air not far away.

Xiao Chuqian smiled and said to the clown: "Go get a bow and arrow."

"what?"

"Ah, what, I said, if you want His Majesty to be happy, go get a bow and arrow."

The clown hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and went to fetch it for him.

Xiao Chuqian took the bow, skillfully raised the arrow and pulled the string, raised his hand to aim at the black eagle that was constantly circling in the air.

The clown held his breath when he watched, Xiao Chuqian calmly followed the black eagle's position and fine-tuned its direction. Then, with a sound of '咻', the arrow shot out, and after a mournful neigh, the eagle landed in response. , fell onto the tiled roof of the palace ahead.

Xiao Chuqian smiled and took the arrow away, reminding some clowns who were dumbfounded: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you hurry up and send someone to pick it up."

"Oh..." The clown came back to his senses, and hurriedly took people to pick up the prey himself.

"Why do you still exert your strength?"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Chuqian turned around in surprise, and Ling Qiyou was standing at the door of the hall, looking at him suspiciously.

☆, Embarrassment

After Ling Qiyou finished speaking, he walked forward directly, and suddenly grabbed Xiao Chuqian's arm with one hand, pulled it forward suddenly, and then grabbed it with the backhand, Xiao Chuqian avoided it calmly, his body was motionless, his eyes were full of smiles Meaning: "Qi You, I taught you your kung fu, so don't show off."

Ling Qiyou's expression darkened when he heard him calling himself so, and he let go of his hand, repeating the question just now: "Why are you still exerting all your strength?"

Xiao Chuqian said disapprovingly: "Although I didn't notice it for a while, I was stunned by the beauty, so I fell for it. Anyway, when I was in the frontier, I was used to carrying all kinds of wound medicines, especially antidote pills. You give me some medicines. The medicine is not unusual, and it is not difficult to get rid of it."

Xiao Chuqian's words contained obvious sarcasm, Ling Qiyou's eyes became a little colder, he pursed his lips lightly, and after a while, he turned and went back to the bedroom.

Xiao Chuqian followed in, caught up with him in two or three steps, stretched out his hand and grabbed his waist suddenly, Ling Qiyou was caught off guard by him and almost fell on him directly, managed to stabilize his figure, raised his eyes angrily : "Let me go."

"Angry?"

Not only did Xiao Chuqian not let go, but instead he wrapped his hands around his waist, imprisoning his body, with a smile on his lips: "I didn't succeed once, and you want to poison me again?"

"Let go of me." Ling Qiyou was so angry that his teeth were chattering, but he couldn't stretch out his hand to push him, otherwise he would appear weak.

Not only did Xiao Chuqian not let go, but he pushed forward even more, and pressed his lips to his ear: "Your Majesty, are you willing?"

One hand moved down to his buttocks and pinched it, and the hot air in his breath was full of ambiguity: "You can't bear to..."

"Your Majesty, the eagle has been shot down..." The clown picked up the eagle and came in excitedly to report to Ling Qiyou. Halfway through the conversation, he saw Ling Qiyou and Xiao Chuqian sticking together in an ambiguous posture, and was so shocked that he immediately lowered his head He turned his head and changed his words: "The servant didn't see anything." After saying that, he bowed his body and prepared to retreat.

Ling Qiyou couldn't bear it anymore, and no longer cared about his manners, he tried his best to break free and stretched out his hand to push him, but Xiao Chuqian smiled and let go of him first, then took two steps back, and went outside to hug Xiaomantou.

Ling Qiyou glanced coldly at the clown: "What's the matter?"

"The eagle... picked it up..."

"Just throw it outside."

Several vassal kings who went to Beijing to pay homage to the late emperor were settled in the Li Palace in the western suburbs by Ling Qiyou. In the evening, he was going to host a banquet in Zhaode Hall to entertain a few people, and after the time passed, King Xuan entered the palace. , came to Zhaode Hall and said that he wanted to see His Majesty.

Ling Qiyou was a little surprised, not sure what he meant by coming to see him alone in advance, but he still ordered someone to bring him in.

Before entering the main hall, Ling Jing caught sight of the black eagle on the stone steps that was pierced by an arrow and was stained with blood and stared at the dead eyes. A helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This little emperor really did not forget everything. In order to show off his majesty, he didn't stop much, and strode into the hall.

There were no outsiders around, and Ling Jing didn't salute. After putting on airs, he cut straight to the point and said, "This king is here because he wants to go to the Palace of Eternal Life to see the emperor's wife. I wonder if it's convenient?"

Ling Qiyou didn't even raise his eyelids, and said coldly: "The Queen Mother is unwell, and it's inconvenient to see people, so let's talk about it later."

When Ling Qiyou said that, Ling Jing didn't ask any more questions, but he was certain in his heart that those rumors about Queen Mother Xu being stupid were probably not false.

So he turned his eyes away and looked at the carved railings and paintings of the Zhaode Palace. Ling Qiyou was dissatisfied with his open-minded way of looking at the emperor's bedroom. Just as he was about to say something, Xiao Chuqian turned his gaze back, But he opened his mouth first: "I heard that His Majesty took His Highness the Crown Prince by his side to take care of him personally, can you ask someone to carry His Highness out so that I can also see my grandnephew?"

Ling Qiyou hesitated for a moment, then raised his chin slightly towards the clown, the clown retreated knowingly, half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Chuqian followed the clown and came out from the inside with the little steamed bun in his arms.

Ling Jing crossed her arms and watched Xiao Chuqian approach, and laughed and teased Ling Qiyou: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect such a burly and strong eunuch to exist in your palace, it's quite unexpected."

Xiao Chuqian's appearance really doesn't look like an eunuch in any way. Compared with those father-in-laws whose eyebrows are thinner than women's and whose voice is softer than women's, it is not convincing to say that he is an eunuch.

Of course, Ling Qiyou was not worried that King Xuan also recognized Xiao Chuqian. After all, King Xuan had been in Jiangdong for more than ten years, and he had heard of Xiao Chuqian, so he should have never met him.

So Ling Qiyou just pretended that he didn't hear his boring teasing words, and he didn't even have any interest in replying.

Xiao Chuqian raised his eyes, glanced at Ling Jing, groaned in his heart, put the little steamed bun in his hand, and without saying much, stepped aside.

The three-month-old little mantou has a thick head and a thick head, and his round eyes are rolling back and forth. Ling Jing supports his shoulders and neck with one hand, and his buttocks with the other. She winked at him and smacked her tongue to tease him, but it's a pity that Xiao Mantou obviously didn't have much affection for this uncle who had never seen him before and didn't like his father, after being teased by him twice, he flattened his mouth and howled .

Xiao Chuqian seemed to have guessed the result early in the morning, and pressed his fingers on the cotton in his ears, speechless.

Ever since the little mantou was given to him by Ling Qiyou, he has been used to stuffing two balls of cotton in his ears every day. It's true that he doesn't have such a good temper, and he can't guarantee that if he is annoyed by the noise, he won't just end him directly.

In the end, Xiao Chuqian still had a grudge against Ling Qiyou and this little guy he gave birth to, and he wasn't his son, and he didn't have the patience to coax his little ancestor twelve hours a day.

The smile at the corner of Ling Jing's mouth froze for a moment, and the palm holding the little guy's butt was already soaked in a golden soup.

Xiao Chuqian burst out laughing with a "puchi", and the clown also lowered his head and sneered. Ling Qiyou looked at him coldly, but for the first time in his heart, he felt a little underwhelmed by his son.

The nanny took the little steamed bun and took it inside to change the diaper. The clown handed the handkerchief to Ling Jing: "His Royal Highness Xuan, don't mind, His Royal Highness is still young, he doesn't know what's going on, and he doesn't mean it."

The embarrassment in Ling Jing's eyes was only for a moment, and at this moment he had recovered his playful smile, calmly wiped his hands, and said indifferently: "The little prince is only three months old, so it's not unusual for him to be like this. When I was old, when I hugged His Majesty, His Majesty also urinated on me, how can I care about children."

The clown was a little stunned because of these words, Ling Qiyou's face darkened, Xiao Chuqian was so happy that he almost burst out laughing, and Ling Qiyou turned his eyes away quickly.

Ling Qiyou clenched his hands secretly, gnashing his teeth with hatred. He had an impression of what Ling Jing said. He was weak and timid when he was a child. That time he saw the eunuch in the palace being beaten alive for breaking the palace rules. The terrifying appearance of death scared him. At that time, it was King Xuan who took him to see it on purpose, so that after that, he subconsciously felt scared when he saw Ling Jing. Fortunately, this guy was released to Jiangdong not long after. Thinking of the past so many years, he suddenly brought up the old matter again, making it clear that he was mocking himself.

It's not that Ling Jing didn't see Ling Qiyou's resentful expression of wanting to skin her cramps, but she didn't take it seriously at all, before completely angering Ling Qiyou, she changed the subject again: "There is one more thing, this king wants to ask His Majesty for a favor. "

Despite the anger and resentment, Ling Qiyou's face was still very calm, and his tone did not fluctuate at all: "Say it."

"This king has given birth to a son, and I want to ask His Majesty to issue a decree to confer the title of son."

Ling Qiyou hadn't made a statement yet, Xiao Chuqian looked up at Ling Jing in surprise when he heard it, but this little gesture was ignored by Ling Qiyou who was not paying attention to him at the moment.

Ling Qiyou frowned and said, "Does the Seventh Emperor have children? Why didn't they report to the court before, and it seems that the Seventh Emperor is not married yet, right?"

Ling Jing smiled and said: "I was born not long ago, and I haven't had time to report it. It is true that the king is not married, but not being married doesn't mean that you can't have children, right?"

"Is that born to a concubine in the Seventh Emperor's Uncle's Mansion?"

"No." Ling Jing denied it flatly.

Ling Qiyou lowered his eyes, and said displeasedly: "Is that an illegitimate child? According to the rules of my Dacheng Dynasty, there is absolutely no reason for an illegitimate child to be the heir of the royal family. Isn't Uncle Seventh afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

Ling Jing didn't take it seriously: "Rules are dead, but people are alive. This king doesn't care what others think, as long as His Majesty agrees to this will."

Forget it, the absurd things caused by King Xuan in Jiangdong are not limited to these one or two, anyway, he is not the one who is ashamed, Ling Qiyou didn't say anything more, it can be regarded as acquiescence to his request.

Ling Jing's goal was achieved, so she thanked her and resigned first.

It's just that after turning around, Ling Qiyou glanced at Xiao Chuqian meaningfully at an angle Ling Qiyou couldn't see, Xiao Chuqian ignored him, turned his eyes away and pretended not to notice.

Ling Jing curled her lips into a smile, and strode away.

☆, Assassin

In the evening, Ling Qiyou held a banquet for the three emperor uncles in the main hall of Zhaode Hall, accompanied by Uncle Xu and the officials of the Jiuqing Cabinet.

Delicious food and wine, as well as beauties performing dances, a feast of toasting.

Ling Qiyou was half leaning on his throne, his face was already slightly drunk after a few glasses of wine, he narrowed his eyes lightly, looking a little lazy, unconsciously tugging at his collar with one hand, It seems to be a little hot and unbearable.

King Qi and King Luo were both very satisfied with His Majesty's hospitality. They shook their heads together and drank while watching the beauties dancing on the field, toasting Ling Qiyou from time to time, which seemed to be very enjoyable.

Only Ling Jing was alone, sitting alone, with a casual attitude from beginning to end,