Step by step routine

Shen Xiansi washed the bowls and chopsticks with the wine that was brought up, and when she heard her son's words, she just squinted at him from the corner of her eyes, then looked away and said: "Why did you get involved with your father, it should be your sister."

"Father... um..." Rong Chou put his chin back and buried his head, coyly said, "My sister won't bully me, but daddy always bullies me..."

"Nonsense, how could your father bully you?"

"Really!" Rong Chou became excited for a moment, he let go and crawled directly into Shen Xiansi's arms, twisted half of his body and complained to Shen Xian, "My father, he has a small wish, and he won't let it go." It’s fine if I realize it, I’m so sad that I’m about to cry, and he’s still killing me!”

"Murder you?"

"Yes! That's it, my face is so dark that I can't help but cry!" Rong Chou's small face wrinkled into a ball, trying to imitate Rong Zhiming, "Dad, tell me, I'm still so young, if I get scared What should I do? I don't care, but..." The little guy nestled softly in Shen Xiansi's arms, his eyes flickered, he looked sincere and sincere, "Daddy will be sad, Daddy loves Chouchou so much ..."

"But, now Daddy is also very sad..." Shen Xiansi finished cleaning the dishes for the family of four, and lightly scratched her ugly and handsome little nose.

"what…"

"The clown and daddy are unhappy, the saddest one is daddy." Shen Xiansi smiled lightly, "You are all daddy's favorite people, clown thought, if daddy and daddy quarreled, wouldn't it be hard for you? "

"Hmm..." Rong Chou lowered his head and said sullenly, "Dad, I won't complain anymore, don't quarrel with Daddy, Chouchou will be very obedient, I don't care about Daddy, no matter how wronged Chouchou is, I will endure it the... um..."

"Pfft..." Shen Xiansi couldn't help laughing, "What little wish did your father fulfill, um, so wronged..."

"It's not a big deal... Oh, let's not talk about it..."

"Your father will be here soon."

"Ang, that's right, I want to see Cong Cong..." Rong Chou hurriedly smiled foolishly, and then said loudly, "Father, if I haven't coaxed Cong Cong for a long time, when he grows up , probably ignore me."

"After the Chinese New Year, your father will go back, and then you will go with him."

After the father and son finished discussing, Rong Zhiming came holding Jiaojiao who was wearing a pink jacket and skirt. When Rong Chou heard his father's footsteps, he quickly jumped off Shen Xiansi's lap. His father always said that he was heavy. Not good, let yourself stop jumping on your own father all the time.

After eating, Shen Xiansi originally wanted to go back to the palace to digest his food, but Rong Zhiming led him to the river, holding Jiaojiao with one hand, while the other injured hand could only hold her hand weakly. Holding Shen Xiansi, only Shen Xiansi can hold it tight.

The clown obediently tugged at the corner of Rong Zhiming's clothes, and then winked at Shen Xiansi, expressing that he was not angry with his father.

"We... where are we going?"

"Jiaojiao and I rented a boat just now, and we had a lot of fun going on a lake tour at night. Today, there are also fireworks going off in the city."

"It would be even better if there were beauties and wine on board." After Shen Xiansi finished speaking, Rong Zhiming raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, isn't daddy a beauty?" Rong Chou, who was listening to them, interjected, and then winked at Rong Zhiming, who was looking at him, to claim credit.

Rong Zhiming remained calm.

Shen Xiansi laughed after hearing this, "Then I'm short of good wine. Let's see if your father will buy me wine. If I buy wine, I, a beauty, don't mind serving the prince to drink." Squeeze Rong Zhiming's hand.He is not in good health, Rong Zhiming is always in charge of drinking.

"Oh... Well, Chou Chou doesn't dare to speak anymore." Rong Chou stuck out his little tongue.

"Well, you will have a chance." Rong Zhiming tilted his head and smiled at him, even Jiaojiao felt that the smile was not right, so he let out a yuck.

Shen Xiansi turned her head and pretended to look at the scenery, "The fireworks tonight must be beautiful."

"Ah."

...

Here, we charter a boat to enjoy the fireworks for fun, but the atmosphere in Pingling is really winter and freezing.

This is from the past few days.After that day, Song Wei didn't see Xiao Jue for more than ten days, see, he still wanted to snub others, and it was still himself who was left alone.

Although she felt a little uncomfortable, but Song Wei forgot when she turned her head. After he had been with Cong Cong all day, the little child was about to start doing homework. Play.

Xiao Jue agreed, and sent secret guards to protect them, but they didn't show up.

Looking at Song Wei who squinted his eyes from smiling even though Cong Cong's fingers were red from the cold, he suddenly didn't want to take the child back to the palace...

His temperament is a bit casual and free and easy, and when he thought about it, he used a trick to drug the secret guards who followed them, and left a letter. The content of the letter was roughly that he took the children out to play Half a month, I will return to the palace after half a month.

The result was predictable. On the afternoon of the second day, when Rong Zhiming's family was eating, the father and son who were roasting chicken in the ruined temple were found.

Yishui in plainclothes broke through the temple gate and came in aggressively, with a cold and stern look on his face.

Wearing a purple-gold robe, Xiao Jue walked in with a pale face, staring straight at the father and son sitting on the ground roasting chicken.

Xiao Yucong nestled in Song Wei's arms, and when his smiling face saw this situation, he immediately shrank into Song Wei's arms in fright.

"Be good, Cong Cong, don't be afraid..." Song Wei touched his head, comforted him in a low voice before looking at Xiao Jue, "Your Majesty, can someone take Cong Cong down first?"

Xiao Jue looked away, he waved his hand, Xiao Wanzi immediately ran in, picked up Xiao Yucong and carried him to the hot carriage outside the temple.

Song Wei sat without saying a word, the chicken he taught Cong Cong to shoot with a slingshot was roasted until it burst into oil, the oil dripped into the pile of firewood, and with a squeak, the flame burst out again.

For a while, the two were silent.

Everyone knows that at this time, whoever speaks first will lose.

Song Wei couldn't bear it before, but now he can.

Xiao Jue could bear it before, but now he can't.

He opened his mouth, and there was a whistling wind outside the ruined temple, and even His Majesty the Emperor with a hoarse voice became even more miserable, "You want to take Cong Cong away from Pingling."

"Yes, he is not happy in this palace at all, I feel sorry for the child." Song Wei said while roasting the chicken, "But, Your Majesty, I know he has responsibilities that he has to bear, so I think, but I can't. I just, I will do my best to make his childhood happier. Don't worry, my brother and I have hired a lot of people. We are safe. I'm sorry to make you worry. If you feel unhappy, please send I'll go to jail."

"You know...I won't!" Xiao Jue clenched his hands tightly.

"You won't?" Song Wei looked at him in surprise, then stretched her eyebrows and knelt down hastily, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your forgiveness, I thought..."

"Song Wei!" Xiao Jue's eyes were red, as if he was brewing with great anger.