The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 242 Throwing a Pillow

Hong Ting lowered his head, watching the uncertain flames, and when the fire was strong, he knelt down, took the paper bag from the servant, and personally burned paper money and ingots for Eniang.

His handsome little face has gradually revealed a deep outline, and his eyes are lonely and gloomy in every gesture.

"Everything is fine with my son, mother-in-law don't worry, if you miss your son, go to his dream a few more times."

At the end of Hongyi's speech, his voice gradually became hoarse.

He didn't want to cry in front of the servants, so he turned his face away and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve in a place where no one was around.

No matter how strong he is, he is just a child.

The music in the backyard can be faintly heard—today is the day of the canonization of the side Fujin.

The former side Fujin was his mother-in-law.

But now, there are only Gu Zhefujin and those two milk dolls whom Ama regards as treasures.

……

Zhijun Palace.

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion gate.

As soon as King Zhijun stepped on the ground, he went straight to Wei's residence in the backyard to see Hongfang, the son Wei gave birth to him.

As soon as he entered the house, King Zhijun saw Wei Shi surrounded by a group of women from the sewing room, who were making autumn clothes.

In fact, it is only the Dragon Boat Festival at this time, and the summer is not yet halfway through.

But the prince likes the little elder brother, and even Wei's waist is hardened.

The people in the sewing room didn't dare to neglect, and came here early to make autumn clothes.

King Zhijun glanced around the room, but he didn't see his son. He was about to ask Wei, when he suddenly saw a lot of colorful clothes thrown around on the bed, and something was moving underneath.

After all, father and son are connected.

King Zhijun was stunned, and when he came to his senses, he let out a low cry, went forward and pulled up the top flag and threw it away. Sure enough, he saw his son was buried under the clothes, and he was waving his little hands trying to get the clothes off. to open.

King Zhijun was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He went forward and rushed to hug the child. Looking at his son's face, he was already flushed.

It turned out that just now Wei Shi was asking the wet nurse to bring her son over and play with him in her arms, but the people from the sewing room came to show their hospitality and pulled away all the new clothes and new fabrics.

Wei's room is small, occupying so many people, it suddenly seemed a little cramped.

Plus it was hot, so she let the nurse out.

After going out, Wei Shi forgot about the child on the bed.

At this time, seeing Hong Fang's face flushed from the chest, Wei's heart beat with fright.

She snatched it up to see her son, but was kicked hard on her chest by King Zhijun: "Stupid thing with shallow eyelids! Almost killed my son!"

The people in the sewing room plopped and all knelt down.

Wei Shi was kicked on the ground, and his vest just hit the side of the bed, and it took him a while to recover.

After all, she was used to being pampered, not to mention there was a circle of servants outside watching her.

Everyone knows that she is favored, and now seeing the prince hit her whenever he wants, and scold her whenever he wants, if it spreads like this, Wu Yage, his arch-enemy, will laugh out loud.

Wei Shi screamed, and threw a pillow beside Zhijun towards King Zhijun while crying: "Is the prince still unreasonable? This concubine is the little elder brother's mother-in-law!"

The implication is that she didn't do it on purpose, how could a mother want to harm her son?

Everyone in the sewing room was petrified - how could this be possible?
Throwing a pillow at the prince? !

Don't say that the Wei family is just a gege, even if it is Fujin, he would never dare to die like this...

However, it is estimated that Wei Gege can be favored, maybe the prince likes this little pepper temper?
On the side of King Zhijun's body, the pillow fell limply on the ground.

He reached out and handed his son to the wet nurse who hurried in, turned his head and looked at Wei Shi with a sullen face, and saw that Wei Shi covered his face with a handkerchief, and was already crying.

The one crying is called a pear blossom with rain, the sky is dark and the ground is dark, heartbroken, I feel pity for it.

King Zhijun's tense face involuntarily softened, and he raised his hand slightly, meaning to let everyone in the room go out.

The people in the sewing room hurriedly hugged the fabric of the clothes and retreated without daring to raise their heads. After a while, only King Zhijun and Wei Shi were left in the room.

"do not Cry."

Zhijun Wangdao.

Wei Shi ignored him at all, covering his face and still crying.

"I told you not to cry!"

King Zhijun sat down and listened to the crying, feeling upset in his chest. He slapped the table next to him and yelled at Wei Shi.

Wei's whole body jumped in fright, and stopped crying abruptly.

King Zhijun said in a vicious voice, "Come here!"

With tears in his eyes, Wei Shi shook his head, stepped back timidly, bit his lip, and a big teardrop was in his eye, stubbornly not falling down.

Prince Zhijun is impatient, his anger comes and goes quickly.

After serving the Prince of Zhijun for a long time, Wei Shi already knew when the prince would calm down. As for herself—when and what expression to use, Wei Shi had already learned by heart.

Sure enough, seeing her expression, Zhijun King's anger was completely extinguished.

He said sternly, "Sit down."

Wei Shi sobbed and sat beside him.

King Zhijun stretched out his hand and pulled her onto his lap: "Master's feet were heavy just now."

That's an apology.

After all, he is the prince.

With the tip of Wei's nose red, she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and glanced at him: "Master, why don't you put your foot down a bit more and just send this concubine away! Anyway, newcomers will enter the palace soon, as long as The prince takes good care of Hong Fang..."

"Nonsense, why is it irrelevant? Hong Fang has been taken care of by you, and the Lord doesn't value you?"

King Zhijun reached out to pinch her chin: "Let me see where the kick is."

Wei Shi twisted his body, and said with a half-smile: "What are you looking at? I have shallow eyelids, I haven't seen anything good, I deserve it!"

King Zhijun laughed, knowing that the Wei family had asked him for something good again.

She asked him for things every day.

But here it is!

After all, it was his woman—and it was only right and proper.

Finally, after promising a bunch of jewelry and furniture that would have been given to Wu Yashi and a few other Ge Ge, Wei Shi had a smile on his face.

Hearing that some of the new clothes and curios given to Fujin in autumn would be given to her, Wei's smile was even brighter, and he put his arms around King Zhijun's neck and kissed him: "It's so kind, sir!"

King Zhijun reached out to unbutton her chest, wanting to see the weight of that kick just now.

Wei Shi didn't stop him.

……

At the door of the back room, Wei's two personal servants waited in fear for a long time, until they heard the movement inside, then they blushed slightly, looked at each other, and were relieved.

It was still broad daylight.

Fearing that someone passed by outside the house and heard something they shouldn't have heard, the two maidservants went out to chase them away.

Ge Ge, after all, you still have skills—otherwise, with the temperament of the prince who loves the new and dislikes the old, he would have forgotten him long ago.

There would be no such thing as today's little elder brother Hong Fang.

　I also discovered the problem of the third elder brother and fourth elder brother that everyone mentioned, and I will pay attention to it later-use the name of the third elder brother instead.

　　Otherwise, it is really easy to see the dazzling drops
　　
　
(End of this chapter)