Xiao Baozi placed the chicken soup on the desk in front of Ji Yue, his eyes twinkling like stars, inlaid with light.
"Hurry up and drink it, really."
Little Baozi pursed his lips and said in a sweet voice: "No matter how old you are, you don't know how to take care of yourself. Others will misunderstand me and think I am my father and you are my son."
Ji Yue: "..." This little bastard is really going to rebel if he doesn't put on the roof for three days.
Little Baozi groaned: "If my mother becomes a widow, I don't want her to build a chastity arch. There are countless young talents in the world..." Ji Yue glared at Little Baozi, and the child did not continue.
Ji Yue drank the soup while holding her hand. Halfway through, she wanted to put it down and go to deal with her own affairs, but was stopped by Little Baozi, "Master said, every grain of grain is worked hard, how can you waste food?
You are still the Qing Emperor, don't you know how to set an example in front of your son?"
Ji Yue's mouth twitched fiercely, suppressing her anger, and drank the rest of the chicken soup.
He hates chicken soup because it's too oily.
After finishing the drink, Ji Yue thought she was about to be liberated, so Little Baozi imitated an adult and put the vegetable porridge and bowls and chopsticks over.
"Dad, you have to eat more. When you are full, you will have the strength to fight off the bad guys and protect your mother."
Ji Yue was very well-behaved and solved the unpalatable vegetable porridge in a disciplined manner. She thought it was over, but unexpectedly, Little Baozi brought out a glass of milk and said with a smile: "The cook said that if you drink milk after eating, you will grow very tall."
, Dad also wants to grow taller."
Ji Yue took the milk with her trembling hands and drank it all in one gulp while holding her breath.
"It's getting late, you should go back to Master Gongsun's place to rest."
Ji Yue put down the white jade cup.
Little Baozi lowered his head and stared at Ji Yue pitifully, with tears in his eyes as if he had been greatly wronged.
"What's wrong?"
Ji Yue frowned, a little at a loss.
"I can't sleep. Other people's children will have their parents to put them to sleep. I want that too."
Xiao Baozi said.
"Being a father is very busy, and there are still many things to deal with."
Ji Yue said: "I am the Qing Emperor and I have many responsibilities on my shoulders."
"I don't listen."
Little Baozi's eyes were red: "Then I'll go find Uncle Dongling. If it doesn't work, Uncle Mo can do it. Uncle Dongfang treats me well, and Uncle Yun..." Ji Yue looked at her son with a dark face as he counted out one after another.
An uncle always felt that there was a green light shining above his head.
"Have you finished bathing?"
Ji Yue asked.
"You've already taken a bath."
"Come and sleep in my bedroom."
Hearing the sound, the little bun pretended to be calm, but joy ran out of his eyes and corners of his mouth.
"I was trained by my master for a whole day, and I was so tired that I couldn't even walk."
The little bun pointed at his feet.
Ji Yue sighed, squatted down helplessly, and gently held the little bun in her arms.
Little Baozi pinched his nose: "Smelly."
Ji Yue practiced so hard that she forgot all about it, and her body was still wet with sweat.
"No matter how bad you are, you will kiss me. If you dare to mention those uncles again, I will punish you to sell melons in Dongyao City."
Ji Yue frowned, showing the dignity of a father.
The little bun said "Oh" and stopped talking.
Qingge put the little bun on the bed and went to the bath.
As soon as he reached the door, the little bun called: "Dad."
"Um?"
Ji Yue stamped her feet and looked back at him.
"Will you come back?"
Little Baozi's eyes were full of expectations and he was very cautious.
Looking at Ji Ye like this, Ji Yue seemed to overlap with him in her memory.
The day his father was about to leave, he ran all the way, breathless, and asked nervously: Dad, will you come back?
Later, for ten thousand years, he never came back.
Ji Yue's heart was cracked. His pain should not be experienced by his children.
Ji Yue's eyebrows gradually became gentle, she stepped to the couch, pinched the little bun's face, "Dad will be back soon, be good and don't run around."
"Okay!"
Ji Yue washed herself and put on a new robe before returning to the palace.
At this time, the little bun was already sleeping soundly and was very sweet.
Like a little thief who had just arrived, Ji Yue quietly slipped into the brocade quilt.
After the lights were turned off, the light in the palace was dim. Ji Yue hugged the soft little bun into her arms and whispered: "If dad is no longer here one day, you must protect your mother."
"Hmm."
Little Baozi turned over, faced Ji Yue, let it take its course and got into Ji Yue's warm arms, rubbed it, and said in a daze: "I don't want it, your woman, you can protect it yourself."
Ji Yue looked at the little bun with a smile.
As a father, how could he not know Xiao Baozi's good intentions?
He hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. He barely had time to see his son, and sometimes he wouldn't eat for several days.
Little Baozi was worried that he couldn't bear it, so he let him sleep like this.
Ji Yue listened to the slight breathing of the little bun. For some reason, the fatigue of many days in a row had completely disappeared, and she felt a very full sense of satisfaction.
"Sleep peacefully. Dad will protect you, mother and son, and shelter you from the wind and rain."
There was loud thunder outside and heavy rain pouring down, but Little Baozi felt warm and comfortable.
He has a secret that he doesn't tell anyone.
He really likes being held by his father to sleep, but he will never let that smelly and annoying man know.
Little Baozi is a very well-behaved child, polite and likeable to everyone, but he often finds fault with Ji Yue.
Just because that is his biological father, so he is always different from others.
That night, Ji Yue had a dream. She dreamed that a bunch of women surrounded him like demons, accusing him of not fighting Ye Qingge alone.
In her sleep, Ji Yue shivered.
Little Baozi always smiled in his dreams. He dreamed that his mother gave birth to a little sister for him. She had two braids and was as beautiful as her mother. When she smiled, she had shallow little pear dimples that made her fart.
Pei Dian followed him and called him brother.
Father and son were in very different moods.
But the demon Ye Qingge is still happy and drinking freely.
When you are drunk to your heart's content, you can hug her from left to right, all of them are top beauties.
Uncle Wei always felt that if he didn't care, one day Ye Qingge would take the seventy-two concubines of the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard to marry the Qing Emperor.
Thinking of that scene, the poor old Uncle Wei trembled.
Qingge was so happy that she personally picked up Bai Liuyun who had been sent to her clan, and in front of everyone, she personally made medicine to treat Bai Liuyun's illness.
When Bai Liuyun woke up, he was surprised to find that his evil spirit tendons had been repaired.
"father."
"Liu Yun, why don't you thank your adoptive father quickly?"
The Bai clan leader said.
Foster father?
Bai Liuyun was stunned.
But he saw Mr. Ye walking out gracefully, shaking his jade bone fan, and looked at him with a smile.
"Young Master Ye will be your adopted father from now on. Do you know that you should respect him as your biological father?"
From now on, I will provide for him until he retires."
Chief Bai said seriously, his seriousness made Bai Liuyun scared.
Qingge's mouth twitched twice.
She suspected that Patriarch Bai was cursing her to have a short life, but unfortunately she had no evidence.