Nothing but good looking

Wang Lin's eyes lit up, "Daddy, you're awake."

Wang Lin rushed to Wang Lang's side, "But daddy stinks."

Wang Lang smiled, he has slept for so long, one can imagine how bad the situation is now.

Someone had already reported to Wang Min that Wang Lang had woken up. When Wang Min arrived in a hurry, Wang Lang had already washed his hair, took a shower, and was drying his hair.

Wang Lin is still eating his dessert, jujube paste yam cake.

Wang Min walked in and didn't speak, and Wang Lang didn't speak either.

Wang Lin took a small bite of the snack, "Daddy, do you want some snack?"

Wang Lang's body was extremely blunt, his head was heavy, and he shook his head.

The voice of the palace people outside the palace sounded, "Master Qingxu seeks to see you."

"Xuan." Wang Min was wearing ordinary clothes, and he already had the posture of an official.

Qingxu consulted Wang Lang, Wang Lang's hair was slightly wet, and Wang Min continued to brush his hair.

Qingxu put her fingers on Wang Lang's wrist, pondered for a moment, and said, "Eat some food you want, and take good care of it."

Wang Lang lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Wang Lang still lived in Zhaoming Hall of Wutong Palace. When Wang Lang was still awake, people from Zhaoming Hall came in and out, and everyone held their breath.

After Wang Lin was sent back, Zhao Mingdian became a little more angry.

It's just that Wang Lang never woke up.

Wang Lin was sent to Youzhou and then back again. Wang Lang leaned down and touched Wang Lin's cheek. After Wang Lin ate the snack, his face was stained with a little crumbs.

Just as Wang Lang was about to wipe it clean with his hands, the palace servant handed over the handkerchief.

Wang Lang wiped the crumbs off Wang Lin's face.

"Is Taosi Mountain fun? Daddy hasn't been there yet." Wang Lang handed the handkerchief to the palace man, who retreated.

Wang Lindao: "I don't know if Taosi Mountain is fun or not."

Wang Lang quickly understood that Wang Lin hadn't been away for a long time, and this time was not enough to go back and forth from Taosi Mountain, and he should return halfway.

He leaned on the pillow, his hair was pulled up casually, and he inserted a hairpin made of agarwood. The hairpin was gray and was just sent in by Wang Min.

"A Lin, do you like this place?" Wang Lang looked around, he and Wang Min used to gather in Zhaoming Hall, it was warm in winter and cool in summer.

Wang Lin thought for a while, "I don't like it, this place looks like a cage, a very big cage."

Wang Lang laughed, he had been living in a cage without knowing it.

Wang Min listened silently, reached out to take the medicine brought by the palace man, and put the medicine in front of Wang Lang, "Drink the medicine, it's a bit bitter."

Wang Lang picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp. Wang Min handed over the candied dates, and Wang Lang slowly picked one up and put it in his mouth.

The candied dates were too sweet, so sweet that Wang Lang tasted the bitterness after the sweetness.

"Your Highness, you..."

"Lang Jun, you have to call yourself Your Majesty." The palace man reminded.

Wang Min immediately signaled the palace servants to retreat.

Wang Lang couldn't help laughing, coughed a few times, Wang Min patted his back to let him catch his breath, "You can call it whatever you want."

Wang Lang said: "Why did you bring Alin back, I want to go back to Youzhou."

When Wang Lang was basically not self-willed, he didn't have a specific residence in the palace, and he had no one to rely on. He couldn't afford to offend everyone, and he didn't have the capital to lose his temper and be unreasonable.

At the moment it was just losing his temper, but his tone was still very gentle.

Wang Lang knew in his heart that he was venting his emotions to Wang Min, "A Lin is your child, and you should bring him back. But I want to go back to Youzhou, Your Highness, can I go back to Youzhou?"

Wang Lang didn't know what kind of answer he wanted, but he would probably feel uncomfortable with what kind of answer Wang Min said now.

A person's temper needs to be cultivated, and even losing one's temper is a learning process.

Wang Lang smiled wryly in his heart, but there was still a gentle smile on his face.

Wang Lin found out that there was a problem between his father and this fierce person. They talked and laughed freely. Wang Lin felt awkward, but Wang Lin felt even more awkward when they were so unfamiliar.

Adults are really complicated.

"You can't go back to Youzhou now, you can go after we get married." Wang Min wiped Wang Lang's finger that had taken the candied dates with a handkerchief, his hand was gentle, as if he was used to it.

Big wedding?

"Who is getting married?" Wang Lang heard that someone was going to get married.

"We." Wang Min replied lightly.

Wang Lang was even more puzzled, "We are all men, how can we get married?"

"Why can't we get married? If we have done enough etiquette, we can naturally stay together forever."

"Then there is no objection?"

Naturally, there were people who objected, and the voices became louder and louder, but these were not worth mentioning. Wang Min said calmly, "Whoever dares to object to me will kill him."

Wang Lang shook his head, "Your Highness, you can't do this."

Even Emperor Yongyuan wouldn't say such things easily, Wang Lang had no talent, never tried to get involved in politics, he didn't understand, and he knew he didn't understand, so he simply stayed away.

"Do you want us to run away together in the future?" Wang Lang pressed his finger on the blue color under Wang Min's eyes, Wang Min's face was exhausted, and he just relied on his momentum to support him.

"Your Highness, how does it feel to be His Majesty?" Wang Lang withdrew his finger, but Wang Min gently held it.

Wang Min said: "It's better than being King Ping."

It was like a joke, but Wang Lang knew he meant it.Wang Lang sighed, "That's good."

Wang Lin understood the topic of running away. Wang Lin tugged on Wang Lang's clothes, "Daddy, do we want to run away?"

Wang Lang suddenly felt that he was really a coward, always running away at every turn, "No, we won't run away."

Wang Lang covered Wang Lin's ears with his hands, "I don't want to listen to the next words." Wang Lang smiled, but the words he said were completely different from his expression, "Your Highness, I am actually very sad, even if it is I am still very sad now. Your Highness, I don’t even want to talk to you right now, nor do I want to communicate with you. Your Highness, I only have one question, why don’t you tell me the truth?”

Wang Lang has no memory of his own parents at all, and his relationship with them is very weak, "Why didn't you tell me anything, I obviously trust you the most."

"It's better for us not to talk until you tell the reason."

Wang Lang is the least likely to quarrel. Although he is like a duckweed, he has a high status in the eyes of outsiders, and no one will easily offend him.Even with Wang Min, they didn't quarrel very much, and Wang Min would often nod his head as soon as he opened his mouth.

Wang Min straightened Wang Lang's long hair. The long hair smelled like a bath, very light. Wang Lang didn't like things that were too fragrant.

"Since you can't talk, can I kiss you?"

Wang Min asked.

Wang Lang didn't answer for a long time, Wang Lin broke away impatiently from Wang Lang's hands, who knew that Wang Min covered his eyes with his hands in the next moment.

The kiss didn't last long.

Wang Lang grabbed Wang Min's sleeve with attachment, but quickly withdrew his hand.

……

"That one really intends to do this?" Xu Peilan was sitting on the armchair in front of the window, with a soft blanket on her lap, and was making new winter clothes in her hands.

Zhang Meiyu was looking at her newly bought knife, and put it down when she heard the words, "Yeah, you didn't see the face of Honglu Siqing, it turned blue on the spot, and you actually asked two men what to do when they get married."

Xu Peilan's voice was soft, "Wang Huainan wants to get married?"

Zhang Meiyu put the knife into the scabbard, "Who knows."

In Chenliu, there are not many people who have good friends with King Huainan. It should be said that apart from the former King Ping, who is now His Majesty, King Huainan has no particularly good friends.

Min San likes to drink tea and watch plays, and he can often spend an afternoon.

Xie Zhao is a typical Youzhou native. He is not used to drinking tea, nor is he used to listening to the operas from Chen Liu's side.

When Min San invited him to the teahouse, Xie Zhao hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Really boring.

Xie Zhao chewed the tea leaves, but he was refreshed.

Min San commented, "You really are chewing peonies."

Xie Zhao didn't care much, "Chenliu's tea is soft, not as good as Youzhou."

Min Sandao: "I haven't said that Youzhou is a mess. Everything can be fried with tomatoes, and potatoes can also be fried with tomatoes."

Xie Zhao said: "Stir-fried eggplant with tomatoes is also quite good."

Min San was too lazy to talk.

Xie Zhao was lazily holding a teacup, looking out of the window, there were a lot of pedestrians, rows of shops, much more bustling and bustling than Youzhou, "Do you think His Majesty is serious?"

Min San smiled when he heard the words, "Your Majesty has never been serious about that one."

Since he said not to talk, Wang Lang really stopped talking to Wang Min.

However, Wang Min seemed to be very busy during this time, and even Wang Lang became busy too.

The palace servants measured the size of Wang Lang's clothes, Zhaoming Palace gave various rewards every day, food and clothing.

But the only constant is to drink medicine.

Wang Lang always felt that his body was full of bitterness, "A Lin, do you want to eat something sweet, okay?"

Wang Lin shook his head, "Daddy, I ate too many dim sum, I want to eat fried potatoes."

For a while, they ate potatoes every day, whether they were boiled and eaten directly with chili noodles, or deep-fried and eaten with condiments, or mashed potatoes with sugar, or made into potato cakes.

Because potatoes are cheap, Wang Lang cooks them more frequently.

The fried potatoes were indeed delicious, but Wang Lang still wanted something sweet.

"Then Alin, shall we have a snack after eating fried potatoes?"

Wang Lin was thoughtful, "Father, are you adults all so rude?"

Wang Lang said: "Why not simply?"

Wang Lindao: "You obviously want to eat snacks, so just say that you want to eat, anyway, I just want to eat fried potatoes."

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, "You will become an adult too."

"Then I will become a simple adult."

Wang Lang smiled and hugged Wang Lin, "Then I look forward to what A Lin will look like when he grows up from now on."

When fried potatoes were served in the small kitchen, Wang Lin couldn't believe it for a moment, "Daddy, do fried potatoes look like this?"

There is half a bowl of fried potatoes in the sweet white porcelain bowl, and the condiments are served in a small sweet white porcelain dish.

Wang Lang fried potatoes for Wang Lin, that is, after the potatoes were fried, they were mixed immediately, and then put in gray pottery bowls that were not so finely crafted.

"Then eat." Wang Lang said.

The father and son picked up a small fork, and one of them first ate a piece of potato without seasoning, which was indeed a potato-flavored fried potato, and then dipped it in some seasoning.

The two looked at each other.

"Daddy, this is more delicious."

The dessert is sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root cake.

Wang Lin was very straightforward, if he said he didn't want to eat dim sum, he didn't want to eat it.