The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 652 Final Words His Highness's Little Runaway Wife ([-])

Boom!The small hand slammed on the table with such force that the bowl and chopsticks vibrated accordingly.

"Nonsense! How dare you curse my mother, she is living a good life and has a long life, unlike your short-lived appearance! And she is a thousand times more beautiful than you, so my father can't see you as an ugly monster! roll!"

This was the first time in the little prince's life that he confronted him so fiercely.

Under the eyes of everyone, Ms. Li's face turned red and then pale. When she met the handsome man's gaze, she immediately suppressed her annoyance and expressed her innocence.

He was generally aware of the situation, and he didn't show up immediately, because he wanted to leave it to the emperor to deal with it.

It seems that he is still young and lacking in character.

"Zhi'er, after dinner, go back to the house and copy "Heart Commandments" ten times."

For this kind of ignorant woman, and can't calm down, how to govern the country in the future.

His eyes were flushed, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was dissatisfied, but the boy still bowed politely and said:

"Yes, Dad."

This kind of self-cultivation cannot be taught by ordinary wealthy people.

The people around all praised her, and looked at the young lady with a little more contempt.

Things have come to this, no matter what, I have to gain some favorability.

Ms. Li pretended to be pitiful and persuaded: "The child is still young, sir, don't be too harsh, in fact..."

"It's none of your business." He glanced lightly, his voice was not high enough for the people in the hall to hear clearly, "I didn't understand the last word my son just said? Do you need to repeat it?"

The last word is "roll".

"Ha ha……"

Amidst the laughter, Ms. Li led her maid and went to the guest room angrily.

He picked up a piece of fish, picked off the small thorns, put it in his son's bowl, turned his head and said to Guard Zhao:

"Which family does Cha belong to? Let's spread the word about treating boudoirs as nothing. Since you want to marry so much, let her be fulfilled."

A simple show of favor can be ignored, but it is an unforgivable crime to dare to speak falsely about his wife.

"Yes, master."

"Father." The little prince swallowed the fish, his eyes sparkling, "My child thought, what you mean is that you don't care about it."

He picked the second piece of fish, and said slowly: "The real cares will not be resolved with words, this is the purpose of 'forbearance'."

"The child understands!"

Chewing, chewing, and eating another piece, he raised his eyes and found that his father was picking the third piece, and couldn't help but ask:

"Why... are you always picking fishbone?"

I can barely taste two pieces, and I don’t particularly like it.

Bamboo chopsticks paused: "... I'm used to it."

For a moment, continue to move.

"Eat it as soon as I give it to you, so why bother talking."

"Oh..." Weak, wronged, and helpless.

I miss my mother so much...

At night, father and son share a room.

The matter of bathing the little prince without accompanying the palace servants naturally fell on him.

He rubbed it indiscriminately, threw it on the couch, and let him change his clothes and wipe his hair by himself.

The little boy tugged at his sleeves and struggled for a while, and finally he was able to dress properly.

Consciously climbed onto the wide chair, lay down on the table, spread out a piece of rice paper, and silently finished "Heart Commandments" ten times.

At this time, the man stepped out from behind the screen, with half-wet hair tied up.

"Sleep."

"Yes, Dad."

He got into the quilt and poked out a little furry head.

He was about to extinguish the candle when the little head spoke:

"Before going to bed, my mother will tell a little story."

Xiao Taohua blinked her eyes, a light of expectation floated up.

He considered how much he could refuse, and how likely he was to fall asleep peacefully.

Forget it, fortunately there is only one emperor.

Resigned to his fate, he walked to the bookshelf, swiped his long finger, and picked a book at random.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, flipping through the pages of the book, each word comes to life, but reading it out in public, this kind of stupid thing has never been done in decades.

Under the little prince's unblinking gaze, he recited extremely awkwardly:

"A scholar's question is not only to hear what he said..."

(End of this chapter)