Unsuccessful

It is just after the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and a row of court ladies and eunuchs are waiting outside Qianli Pavilion, rushing in with all kinds of dishes.

On the first floor, there were only two people sitting at the Eight Immortals Table in Qingfeng Residence, the main seat was today's birthday star Jin Xiaowang Ye Fengtuo, and the one sitting next to him was the current emperor Fengyuan.

"Tuo'er, eat while the noodles are hot." Feng Yuan handed the bowl of longevity noodles to Feng Tuo.

"Yes, Brother Huang. Brother Huang, why don't you eat something with me? I might be stunned a few times!" Feng Tuo said while stuffing noodles into his mouth.

"Okay, Brother Huang understands, please slow down." Feng Yuan stretched out his hand to touch Feng Tuo's dog's head, and felt that the hand felt super good!

Feng Tuo: "..."

After eating for a long time, Feng Tuo managed to finish the huge bowl of noodles. When he looked up, he saw a sweet soup and wanted to drink it, but he couldn't order the emperor, so "someone! This king wants soup !!!Soup!!!!"

The emperor, who was burying his head in his meal, was startled by his angry call, and hurriedly helped him to sit still.

Naturally, this tough way of shouting at Xiao Er was also accepted by the palace people. Immediately, a beautiful and slender court lady came to the side of the little prince and leaned over to serve him soup.

"My lord, please use the soup." The soup bowl was placed in front of Fengtuo, the girl's fingers were slender and tender, her skin was white and she looked crazy when she frowned and smiled, eh?No, like a bee or a butterfly?That's not right... whatever!None of this is important, the important thing is that the girl's handkerchief was lost and fell into the little prince's long-lived noodle bowl.

Very good, she became famous, and she really fulfilled the phrase "putting an end to the affairs of the king and winning the fame before and after her life."

"Bold servant girl, what are you doing!" The emperor took a look, the employees below were all so sloppy, this hotel, bah, this palace is better!

"Brother Huang, forget it, it's okay." Feng Tuo was worried that the noodles really couldn't be poured in, so it was good that a sister came to solve it for him.

"But those are longevity noodles, Tuo'er, you..." Feng Yuan frowned.

"Brother Huang! Could it be that you want to see that thing on my birthday?" Young man, what are your "that things" all about? !

"No, brother Huang thinks it's unlucky not to finish eating the longevity noodles."

"Brother Huang, it's okay, as long as I don't want to go up, no one will let me go up! Hehe." Feng Tuo grinned and grabbed Feng Yuan's cuff.

"What are you talking about? Are you going to withdraw soon?!"

The episode of a bowl of longevity noodles just passed, but then Feng Yuan often thought that if he made another bowl for Tuo'er to eat, Tuo'er wouldn't leave so soon, right?

After breakfast, Feng Tuo spread out on the chair, using his whole body to perform what is called the life of the second generation ancestor who called clothes to reach out for food and mouth to open his mouth.

"Eh? Brother Huang, where's Ah Luo? I...it seems like I haven't seen him since I woke up?" The prince, who had circled Xia Chao three times and tied a Chinese knot, finally remembered that there was Jing Luo who came with him. , the heart is not too big.

"Oh, him, Brother Huang is not very clear either. Send someone to ask?" When Feng Yuan heard "A Luo", a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, let Ah Luo come over."

"Did you hear that? Go find the eldest son." Feng Yuan took a deep look at the little eunuch standing beside him.

"Yes." The little eunuch bowed to leave.

"Tuo'er, Xi Fan paid tribute to many interesting gadgets, shall I give them to you?"

"That's great, brother Huang treats me best, my father didn't give me anything!" Feng Tuo curled his lips, displeased.

"Okay, brother Huang will give some more to Tuo'er for Uncle Nine Emperors, let's go to the warehouse to pick it up later, okay?" The emperor's favor.

"Yeah!"

Looking at Fengtuo's glowing eyes, Fengyuan wanted to hold this child in his arms, he was still young...

"Yo! Young Master, why are you standing here?" A little eunuch asked with a smile.

Jing Luo looked at the heavy snow that was falling more and more heavily, but said nothing.

"Why doesn't the emperor let you enter the palace to keep warm? Hey! I feel sorry for you with this expression! After all, you have been in the palace for ten years. Even though you are not the little prince's brother, you are not so downcast, right? "

"Xiao Fuzi, what are you doing?" A little eunuch came again, "There is something in the palace, let's go."

Xiao Fuzi followed the little eunuch away, and the two of them faintly heard a conversation: "The adopted one will be the same as his own? In the future, the huge family property of Mu Wangfu will not belong to the little prince? Can he share some of it?"" That's right, it's just a servant with better food and clothing..."

The snow was falling heavily, gradually he could not hear the voices of those people, but there were still voices resounding in his head, you are not a master at all, and you are not worthy!You are a dog adopted by Prince Mu's Mansion!The only serious master in our palace is the little prince!

Some things are like this snow, which silently accumulates more and more. Sooner or later, it will no longer bear it and collapse, destroying everything in front of him.

"My lord, the emperor told you to go in." The little eunuch who came to look for someone watched from a distance for a while before calling Jing Luo.

"Yes, I see."

After moving his somewhat numb legs, Jing Luo followed the little eunuch in front of him.After arriving at Qianli Pavilion, the cold air has not dissipated.

"A Luo, where have you been? Why are you so cold?" Feng Tuo took Jing Luo's hand and sat down near the stove.

Jing Luo glanced at the emperor sitting in the high position, and said with a smile, "Today's snow scene is really beautiful, so I just stood outside for a while and wanted to see more."

"Really? I want to see it too!" Feng Tuo was about to run out as soon as he jumped.

"Tuo'er!" The emperor called Feng Tuo to stop.

"Brother Huang?" Feng Tuo stared at those big eyes, wet like a deer, let me go when the writing is full.

"Go, go, wear thicker clothes, and run slowly." Feng Tuo hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out in a small circle when he heard Brother Huang agreed, and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing that Feng Tuo ran away, the emperor immediately lost his smile, and three people fell on the ground while beckoning, "Listen, if the prince makes any mistakes, he will be executed tomorrow! Go."

The three left under orders, and in a short while, only the emperor and Jing Luo were left in Qianli Pavilion.

"How?" The emperor asked softly, playing with the Buddha string in his hand.

"It's almost done. I just ask if the emperor will keep his promise?" Jing Luo closely followed Feng Yuan's eyes.

"Hehe, that's natural, I'm the Ninth Five-Year Lord!" Feng Yuan didn't dodge.

"I hope the emperor will do what he says!" Jing Luo kowtowed.

"Don't worry. Go out and watch Tuo'er, don't let him get into trouble."

"Yes, I'm leaving." Jing Luo kowtowed again, and retreated.

Feng Yuan picked up the tea he had just brewed, and murmured, "Jing Luo, do you know that being with a king is like being with a tiger, seeking skin from a tiger is beyond one's own strength."

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Feng Yuan said in front of Feng Tuo, "Meow~"

Feng Yuan said in front of Jing Luo, "Roar~"

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