Prosperous advisors

Chapter 960 Running away from home (1)
Yun Yuefeng said with a smile: "Mu Xiang has finished his work, Your Highness can go in."

"Master Lao Yun." Xiao Baozi said with a smile.

"Don't dare." Seeing the chubby little bun rolling towards the study, Yun Yuefeng couldn't help but smile.Although the little Highness is only over two years old, he always likes to act like a little adult, which always makes people laugh.

"Mother..." The threshold of the imperial palace is always extraordinarily high, and the little bun lay on the threshold outside Hanzhang Palace's study, looking pitifully at Mu Qingyi inside.Mu Qingyi couldn't help but rubbed his forehead and smiled, got up and hugged him in, and said with a smile, "Why don't people hug him if he can't come in?" A large group of people followed, but it was a pity that Rong Cangming couldn't even speak. When I was whole, I had a problem. I didn't like to be touched except by those close to me.Ever since he was able to walk by himself, he has never been hugged by the nurses and eunuchs around him.Because of this, he has developed a habit that seems a little slow, little baby, he will fall easily when he runs away, but little bun is very smart, how could he let himself suffer twice on the same mistake?
But this appearance, in the words of Mr. Xiuting, is gentle and elegant, and in the words of Mr. Rong Jiu, it is a natural lazy bone, as if he is not full of food.After hearing his father's evaluation, Xiao Baozi just raised his eyes and looked at his father slowly, and continued to eat slowly.Using the words Xiao Baozi just learned to describe, this is called - elegant!
"Mother, put it down, heavy." As soon as he entered the study, Xiao Baozi immediately asked his mother to put him down.Mu Qingyi hugged him amusedly, walked to sit behind the desk, and said, "How heavy can you be? Can you still tire your mother if you hold him for a while?" The little bun stretched out his hand to touch his mother's beautiful face, and opened his watery big eyes. Eyes said: "Mother has worked hard, Cang'er is distressed."

"What a good boy." How could any mother not feel that her son was so filial?

Sitting down on her lap with Xiao Baozi in her arms, Mu Qingyi asked with a smile, "What did you do today?"

The little bun lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "Uncle taught Cang'er how to write, and the strange old man came to ask Cang'er to be a teacher. Mother, Cang'er doesn't want to ask the strange old man to be his teacher, Cang'er likes foster father." Mu Qing Yi raised his eyebrows, "Your adoptive father doesn't have any martial arts... Blame the old man for being high." The little bun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, there are uncle, uncle Xia and emperor father. The old man is in a coma. The adoptive father is the most powerful!"

He patted his little head amusedly, and said, "Your adoptive father is best at medicine, does Cang'er want to learn medicine?"

"Cang'er has to learn, to stun the strange old man, stun the father..." The little guy began to count the list of people to be stunned with his fingers.Among them, the strange old man who pestered him every day and the father who always robbed him of his mother were the first to bear the brunt.Even the second grandson of Uncle Zhuang Wang's family who robbed him of sweet-scented osmanthus cake last year was among them.It can be seen that although this chubby little bun is young, he is stingy and holds grudges.

Xiao Baozi can be regarded as the most favored little doll in the world, and the most rare thing is that even Mo Wenqing, who has always been unkind, is very fond of him.It should be said that Xiao Baozi unilaterally likes to cling to Mo Wenqing. After coming and going, Mo Wenqing actually spends a lot of time in the imperial city every year.So during the Chinese New Year last year, Xiao Baozi finally worshiped Master Mo Gu as his adoptive father, and was so angry that Young Master Rong Jiu wished to crush his own son, who was eating inside and outside, to death.

Listening to the list of little buns getting longer and longer, Mu Qingyi couldn't help but get a black line, "You're too young, you can't do it!" It's better to say that this little bun is interested in poison than he is interested in medicine.But let such a little doll who is less than three years old be more poisonous all day long, even Mu Qingyi, who claims to be enlightened, finds it a bit unbearable.

"Mother... Cang'er wants to protect mother." The little bun said pitifully.

"Your mother does not need your protection! You learn how to write from Wei Wuji! Otherwise, I will throw you to your uncle in southern Xinjiang, so that you will never see your mother again!" Young Master Rong Jiu had a black line on his face. He came in, picked up the little bun from Mu Qingyi's pocket, and thought about it.The little bun that was held in his hand struggled a few times and found that he couldn't get rid of it, so he didn't care, let his father carry it, and snorted proudly, "Father is bad, I want to see foster father!"

Young Master Rong Jiu's expression became even uglier. He raised his hand and threw the little bun out, and Tianshu who was following behind him firmly received it in his arms.

"Take this kid to Mo Wenqing, and say that I sent him off!"

"Ah..." Xiao Baozi was dumbfounded, "Mother... Father doesn't want Cang'er anymore?"

Rong Jin snorted softly, "Go to your adoptive father, just to have another one with your mother."

"Well...wow, mother doesn't want Cang'er..."

Glancing at him angrily, Mu Qingyi got up and hugged the little bun back, "Stop crying, your father is joking. Cang'er is the most obedient..."

"Wow, Cang'er, be good, mother, please don't want Cang'er..." The little bun's big watery eyes passed through Mu Qingyi's shoulder and looked at someone next to him.Young Master Rong Jiu is going crazy, this Young Master has schemed against others for half his life, and finally got schemed by his own son? !How can this be tolerated? !
In the imperial study room, Young Master Rong Jiu gritted his teeth frantically at the little bun lying in Mu Qingyi's arms.brat!You give me almost a little!
Although Xiao Baozi is still young, he is obviously very knowledgeable about current affairs.I know it's good to tease my father, but if it's too much, my father will still beat his ass quietly in places where my mother is not paying attention.Although it is possible to file a complaint, it must be after he has been beaten. Xiao Baozi deeply feels that this is not worthwhile.Slowly getting up from Mu Qingyi's arms, the little bun blinked his big watery eyes, and said in an extremely obedient way: "Mother, my son is going to the study to write."

Mu Qingyi rubbed his little face and said, "Didn't you finish writing today? You are still young, don't be too tired." She really felt that these people were a little spoiled, and Cang'er was only two years old and even won the competition. When he was unsteady, Wei Wuji grabbed him to practice calligraphy. Although he still writes the unbearable dog climbing characters, he really knows a lot of characters.Even the Gu family who had strict family education back then, the eldest brother only started enlightenment at the age of five.But these people decided that Rong Cangming should be a genius, so that Mu Qingyi would only play with the little buns on weekdays, and did not dare to add any burden to him.

The little bun smiled innocently, "Thank you a few, my son. Uncle took me out of the palace to find my adoptive father."

Sighing helplessly, Mu Qingyi put her son on the ground and straightened his clothes, saying, "Then go."

"Retire, child." Seeing the little bun swaying towards the outside of the hall, being carried by Tianshu, leaping over the threshold and disappearing outside the door, Mu Qingyi sighed helplessly and said, "Wuji and the others are too old?" I'm in a hurry, Cang'er is still young." Rong Jin didn't take it seriously, and smiled, "Don't worry, Wei Wuji knows it well. Besides, that kid himself enjoys it. If he really doesn't want to write, do you think Wei Wuji can force him to write? Got him?" Mu Qingyi lowered her head and couldn't help but smile when she thought about it, Little Baozi's favor is not just for talking, especially since Wei Wuji would ask someone to hand over his uncle for the first time, Mr. Wei wished he could It hurts to hold it in my hand.Otherwise, with Wei Wuji's status and ability, how could he teach a little doll who is only over two years old to write every day?If Cang'er really didn't want to write, I'm afraid he would change his mind immediately if he just acted like a coquettish Mr. Wei.It should also be fortunate that Mr. Wei doesn't have any children of his own now, otherwise... I really don't know if his own son will feel that his father is too partial.

(End of this chapter)