The vicious queen, she became a group pet boss

Chapter 157 The person who made this stool deserves a reward

Soon, Yu An led a group of people in. Everyone was carrying delicious food, filled with aroma, and left in an orderly manner after placing it on the dining table at the side.

As the king of a country, Di Siqi has to deal with a lot of memorials every day, and sometimes he even has to stay up until dawn. In order to save time, he always eats in the imperial study room. There are no special circumstances, he always eats in the imperial study room of.

On the table.

Di Beiyan sat in the middle, with Huang Jiuqi on the left and Di Siqi on the right.

The stool that the little guy sat on was made by Di Siqi in advance considering that he was short. Di Siqi turned his head and glanced at the little guy who sat obediently on his seat, but his eyes kept rolling, his eyes flickered. There was a hint of a smile, and then quickly disappeared.

Well, the stool is perfect for the little ones, and whoever made it deserves credit.

Huang Jiuqi naturally picked up a small piece of cloth and wrapped it around the little guy's neck, then looked at Di Siqi, waiting for him to announce that he was ready to eat.

Di Beiyan also turned his head to look over, staring eagerly at Di Siqi, touching his stomach with his little hand, he is so hungry, when can he eat?
Facing the big eyes of the mother and son, Di Siqi waved his hand, "Eat."

Huang Jiuqi and Di Beiyan quickly picked up the chopsticks. Di Beiyan carefully picked up a piece of meat that he thought was the most delicious for Huang Jiuqi, and then picked up another piece. Looking at Di Siqi, he said softly: "Father Emperor."

Di Siqi glanced at him, and handed over his own bowl. The little guy immediately opened his mouth and smiled, and happily put the meat into Di Siqi's bowl.

At this time, Huang Jiuqi noticed that the little guy had a black spot on his hand, and he was puzzled, "Xiao Yanyan, what's wrong with your hand?"

Di Beiyan's small hand paused, lowered his head, bit his lips, and after a moment of silence he slowly opened his mouth, "When I returned to my mother, my son knocked over father's ink, and the ink accidentally stuck to my son's hand." , can’t be washed clean.”

Seeing the little guy's downcast look, Huang Jiuqi thought something serious had happened. Hearing what he said, she couldn't laugh or cry, raised her hand and gently rubbed his little head, "The queen mother will find a way to help you Wash your hands clean, and as for you knocking over your father's ink, can you ask your father if he blames you?"

Hearing this, the little fellow looked towards Emperor Siqi, and asked nervously, "Father, are you blaming my son?"

The first time he overturned Mo, he apologized to his father, but he didn't know if his father blamed him or not.

Di Siqi paused, his deep eyes met God Beiyan's big clear eyes, and he pursed his lips, "No wonder."

Upon hearing this, Di Beiyan's eyes lit up excitedly, "Thank you, Father."

Huang Jiuqi smiled and patted his little head, slowly guiding him and helping him establish a correct outlook on life, "Xiao Yanyan, you have to remember that each of us will inevitably make mistakes, but when we make mistakes, we don't go To escape, we must face up to our mistakes, try our best to minimize the damage, find the reasons for our mistakes, and try not to make them again next time."

She knew that after telling him so much, it was impossible for him to understand too thoroughly, but it had to be said.

Di Beiyan was ignorant of what he heard, and couldn't help biting his own hand, with a cute little look of thinking, and finally came to a conclusion, "Mother's queen, son overturned father's ink, did the minister over there Do you want to return the ink to the royal father?"

(End of this chapter)