Nothing but good looking

Wang Lang has been in good health since he was a child. Although he looks weak and graceful, he can climb trees and fight with ease.But now, a fever made him lie down for half a month.

Wang Lin was young, Xie Zhao asked for instructions on whether to let Wang Lin learn to read first, Wang Min thought about it and decided to forget it.

If Wang Lin followed Wang Lang, he would not be able to learn well; if he followed him, he could learn well very easily.

"...a bit harder than white sugar cake, but still very soft, Daddy, I saved a piece for you." Wang Lin took out a piece of cake from the small bag he was carrying, and it was accompanied by a wilting weed.

Wang Lang, who was leaning on the bed, took the pastry with a smile and put it in his mouth, "This is yam cake, made of yam."

"Daddy, is it delicious?"

Wang Lang nodded. The yam cake has been stored for a long time, it is hard and a bit clogged, but it is really delicious.

Wang Min walked in from the door, grabbed Wang Lin and put him on the bed, Wang Lang caught Wang Lin, and Wang Lin snuggled up to Wang Lang.

Wang Min bent down and touched Wang Lang's forehead, it was not so hot anymore, but he just touched Wang Lang's forehead, walked outside without saying a word.

Wang Lang was a little strange, and couldn't help shouting, "Your Highness".

Wang Min turned around and waited for Wang Lang's next sentence without saying a word.

Wang Lin also looked curious, "Daddy, what's the matter with you?"

Could it be that he is weird?Wang Lang shook his head, "You didn't say a word."

There was a slight smile in Wang Min's eyes, but he immediately returned to his indifference, "You'd better eat less sweets."

As soon as this sentence came out, Wang Lin hummed in a low voice, and Min San outside the door called out "My Lord" in a low voice, and then Wang Min strode out again.

"Actually, I only ate a small piece." Wang Lin hugged Wang Lang's hand, and his small bag was still hanging on his body.

Wang Lang kissed him on the cheek, "Well, it doesn't matter if you only eat a small piece."

Wang Lin seemed to heave a sigh of relief, but he still held the wilting weed in his hand.

"Then can you tell Dad, where did you pick this herb in your hand, and what are you going to do?"

The weed in Wang Lin's hand is not an ordinary weed, but a herb that can reduce swelling and detoxify, but it is poisonous if taken without treatment.

Wang Lang carefully took the herb from Wang Lin's hand. The herb must have been picked for a long time, and the roots have rotted.

"Brother Shanjing said that this herb can cure diseases." Wang Lin whispered.

Wang Lang asked earnestly, "Do you want to treat people?" Wang Lin was too young, and Wang Lang never thought carefully about what he wanted to do in the future.But whatever Wang Lin wanted to do in the future, Wang Lang planned to follow him.

Wang Lin shook his head quickly, "I just want Daddy to get well soon."

So to pick such herbs?

Wang Lang put the medicinal herbs back into the small bag for Wang Lin. The diagonal bag was uniquely made, and there was a small fish-shaped pendant carved from jade on it. The workmanship was fine and the tentacles were warm.

"The little bag is so delicate." Wang Lang said, "Who gave it to our family, Ah Lin?"

Wang Lin thought for a while, "That fierce man called him Xie Zhao."

Xie Zhao gave it away, and the only person who can call Xie Zhao by name directly is Wang Min, Wang Lang chuckled, "How can you call him fierce?"

"Daddy, he is so fierce."

"You can't call him fierce even if you are fierce." Wang Lang slowed down his tone, "You have to call him Daddy."

Wang Lin hugged Wang Lang, "He's not my father." Little Ah Lin blushed with anger, "Daddy hates it!"

Wang Lang smiled wryly, "Then what do you want to call him?"

"Damn it!"

I don't know who it is that hates ghosts, whether it is Wang Lang who hates ghosts or that vicious one.

Wang Min walked straight forward, and Min San asked softly, "My lord, are you planning to go to the funeral of King Huainan to express condolences?" The most sensational thing for Chen Liu now is the sudden sudden death of King Huainan Wang Lang, and Princess Huainan failed to seek death. .

Even Emperor Yongyuan dragged his sick body out of the palace to mourn.

It is spread everywhere in the streets and alleys.

If King Huainan was not living in their palace now, Min San would almost have believed that King Huainan was dead.

"What did the imperial concubine do?" Wang Min asked.

Min San lowered his head, "Imperial Concubine asked someone to deliver a Guanyin of Sending Son." As soon as the Guanyin of Sending Son was delivered, Princess Huainan immediately hanged herself. Fortunately, she was discovered early and was saved.

"My mother is very interesting."

Min San became more and more respectful when it came to the Lord's family affairs.

"Ping Wang's mansion doesn't send anything, Huainan Wang died young, Ping Wang was so sad that he couldn't get sick, so he closed the door and didn't see any guests." Wang Min said lightly.

Min San responded in a low voice and backed away.

In front of a stall on the streets of Youzhou.

"If there's anything wrong with King Youzhou, it's that he's too weak, not like me, a man from Youzhou." The uncle who ate noodles couldn't help but confide his thoughts to his companion.

The companion also thought about it, "What is so good about that King Huainan, so good that King Youzhou has never forgotten it in recent years."

"King Huainan can be regarded as a confidante who is unlucky."

……

It shouldn't be a beauty, Wang Lang took a bite of the candied haws and ate one, and the tall man beside him took the candied haws.

The market was noisy, but Wang Lang didn't mind the noise. If he insisted on eating noodles at the noodle stall, Wang Min looked disgusted and refused to eat a bowl of noodles.Wang Lang took two mouthfuls, put the incense pot in the bowl into Wang Min's bowl, took Wang Min's bowl, and gave Wang Min his share.

"Eat quickly."

Wang Lang started to eat noodles, but the people at the table in front began to gossip about King Youzhou, and couldn't help but glance at the frail and sick King Youzhou.

King Youzhou was in trouble with the bowl of noodles, Wang Lang ate a piece of shiitake mushrooms, and looked at King Youzhou with a smile, his highness was still so difficult to serve.

Finally, King Youzhou picked up the chopsticks.

The noodles are smooth and chewy, the soup has the umami taste of chicken soup, the side dishes include green vegetables and ham, and there are pickled radish strips in the small dish.

Wang Lang still couldn't finish the big bowl of noodles, but Wang Min finished the bowl in front of him.

"Don't expect me to help you."

Wang Min often said this.

Wang Lang didn't mind, and sat next to Wang Min. The noodle stall was small and the tables were small. Wang Lang's body was a little bit sideways when Wang Lang squeezed like this, but he remained indifferent.

"Then we pack and go back to feed the chickens?"

"Ping Wangfu doesn't raise chickens."

"Then raise pigs?"

"There are no pigs either."

"Then feed the pigeons?"

Wang Min snorted coldly, Prince Ping's Mansion has homing pigeons, but those homing pigeons will never eat noodles.Wang Min reached out to take Wang Lang's bowl of noodles, ate the noodles in a few mouthfuls, then stood up and grabbed Wang Lang, "Hurry up and buy what you need, and then we'll go home."

This noodle stall is diagonally opposite the Eight Immortals Restaurant, and Uncle Zhou is entertaining guests on the second floor of the restaurant. He glanced at the face underneath, and Uncle Zhou looked down from the window and found King Youzhou next to that person.

"Uncle Ze, who did you see, why is your face so ugly?" My friend was puzzled, and looked down. There was a crowd of people going to the market, which was nothing unusual.

Uncle Zhou forced a smile, "Drink and drink."

As soon as Uncle Zhou returned to the mansion, he hurried to meet his father Zhou Zhou. Zhou Zhou was pale and beardless. He used to be an official in Chenliu, but then he resigned and returned to his hometown.

Uncle Zhou talked about what he saw today, Zhou Zhou's expression was condensed.

"You must not marry the younger sister. Since the king of Youzhou is as manly as the rumors say, he is by no means a good match."

Zhou Zhou pondered for a moment, and immediately ordered: "Go and investigate the man who followed Youzhou King. I heard that he lived in Jialan Temple before."

"What about my younger sister's marriage?" Uncle Zhou thought that his father would change his plan immediately, but Zhou Zhou said, "In that case, it would be better for my younger sister to marry."

As soon as Zhou Zhou said Uncle Zhou understood, "But father, little sister..."

Zhou Shuze's younger sister, Zhou Youya, is twenty-eight years old, gentle and gracious, with good handwriting and beautiful appearance. She is a well-known lady in Youzhou, but she hasn't talked about marriage for a long time.

"The king of Youzhou needs to get married, and our Zhou family needs someone to rely on."

And what could be easier than forming marriages.

Wang Lang bought large and small packages of medicinal herbs, and realized that the Dragon Boat Festival was approaching when he saw an old man selling horn millet on the side of the road.

"Your Highness, do you take a rest for the Dragon Boat Festival?" Wang Lang asked.

They haven't celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival together for three years.

Wang Lang likes all kinds of festivals, whether it is the Dragon Boat Festival, Cold Food Festival, Ching Ming Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival or Double Ninth Festival, etc. During the Dragon Boat Festival, he eats various fruits and cornstarch, and drinks calamus wine, especially during the Spring Festival. Every year during the Spring Festival, the face will be rounded.

But in Chenliu, the imperial concubine was very strict with Wang Lang, as soon as Wang Lang gained weight, he had to eat less, porridge and side dishes every day, and he had to be as hungry as before.

Wang Min walked ahead, and when he heard Wang Lang's question, he couldn't help but turn around and said, "I won't care if you get fat."

Wang Lang smiled and took Wang Min's hand, "I look good even when I'm fat."

Wang Lang never told outsiders that he was good-looking, but he often boasted to Wang Min, and Wang Min was used to it, so he couldn't give birth to a mocking mood.

It's just that Wang Lang held his hand, and he couldn't help but clenched it tightly.

The consequence of going out with Wang Min was that Wang Lin got angry.

Even if the steaming cornstarch was wrapped, Wang Lin didn't even look at it. Sitting aside and sulking alone, Wang Lang could only coax him carefully.

"You think it's more important to hate ghosts." Wang Lin scolded Wang Lang. He was so sad that tears flowed down his face.

The annoying ghosts are eating horn millet. Corn millet is made of high-quality glutinous rice. Some are wrapped with nuts, some are wrapped with pickled pork belly, some are wrapped with candied dates, and some are wrapped with nothing but glutinous rice. , dipped in sugar is delicious enough.

The more delicious Wang Min ate, the angrier Wang Lin became, more and more angry, until he hiccupped.

Wang Lang always loved Wang Lin, but this time he couldn't say the right words. He squatted in front of Wang Lin and said seriously: "A Lin, to Daddy, Wang Min's Daddy is indeed more important, but to Daddy You are also very important."

As soon as he heard that it was more important, Wang Lin couldn't stop his tears.

"A Lin, you will find someone who is more important than daddy in the future." Wang Lang's heart was broken by Wang Lin's crying, but he didn't follow Wang Lin's intention, "Shall we wipe away the tears, your favorite Daddy, it's not fair that Daddy doesn't like you the most, but Daddy already liked Wang Min's daddy the most before you were born, if he liked you the most, then Wang Min's daddy would cry too."

"I won't cry." Wang Min washed his hands, handed the tea cup filled with warm water to Wang Lang, and signaled Wang Lang to feed Wang Lin with water.

Wang Lin cried for a long time, and fell asleep after crying. There were still tears on his face, and his shoulders still twitched.Wang Lang wiped Wang Lin's face clean with a hot towel, and patted his back lightly, fearing that he would not be able to breathe.