the emperor is my uncle

"Father Emperor..." Chongzhong's small voice was timid, like a little quail that especially wanted to be ravaged, "Today, the Imperial College is studying "Ode to the Goose". Homework is done..."

I escaped from Fu Donglou's grasp, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I'm so scared."

In Fu Donglou's dark eyes, there seemed to be feelings that were slowly unwinding. He touched my head, and then touched the prince's head, "Chongzhong, recite your poem to me."

Prince: "Oh, the Taifu said that you should apply what you have learned, so the poem written by my son is called "Singing Chicken"."

I suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Chickens, chickens, chickens, the song is singing to the sky. The yellow hair will eventually become a brocade, and it will be chaotic before it is killed." After reciting his creation, Prince Chongzhong proudly held up the five-point portrait of Fu Donglou With such a handsome little face, "Is this poetry?"

Fu Donglou pondered for a moment very hard, "Only the word 'Jin' is used well, and the rest——"

"Good poetry!" What can never be discouraged in this world is children's enthusiasm for creation, so I had to interrupt Fu Donglou, and instead praised the prince, "In ancient times, King Luo Bin chanted goose, and today Fu Chongchong chanted chicken. Your Highness, you are so promising! Not only can you sing good poems, but you can also write realistically. From a yellow-feathered chicken to a golden-feathered fat chicken, you should eat it, but the chirping and chirping of the chicken before killing is really annoying Yes. This poem touched my heart, what a wonderful poem!"

Fu Donglou looked at me: "..."

Prince: "Is it really alright? I've never seen a chicken killed, I just imagined it."

I patted my thigh and exclaimed: "This is talent, Your Royal Highness! The chef Wang Shuogen of Heshun Palace slaughters pigs every day, and I have never seen him compose a song "Ode to Pigs", and it is estimated that he will never enter the world of poetry creation in his life." But His Royal Highness has never seen such a good job, it's so rare, you have to keep working hard, don't be proud."

The crown prince danced happily, "Father, would you take me and my sweetheart to pick flowers?"

I agreed on behalf of Fu Donglou, "The emperor is a leader in the field of picking flowers, he will definitely take us there, you go back and carry the basket first."

Prince Chongzhong nodded excitedly, "En!"

After speaking, he disappeared in a flash.

……

Fu Donglou sat down at the table, gracefully picked up the tea served by Yuanyuan, and said to me, "Sincereness is a liar's greatest weapon. Xiner, if the crown prince is incapable of learning from now on, he will definitely leave you. It doesn't matter."

I'm sorry, I'm sad, I'm so heartbroken, I just praised a little bit of sincerity, although the acting skills are more exaggerated, but the prince's ignorance in the future is also related to genetics, and I have nothing to do with it As far as chicken feathers are concerned, the king of a country can't take the lead and be unreasonable, right?

After slandering, I pouted, "You don't love me anymore!"

It's a shame to say this, but Fu Donglou's mature and calm posture is like a curse to me. I don't want to win the bid alone, I want him to admit his fall first.

Fu Donglou took a sip of tea slowly, then raised his eyebrows and asked me: "I am old, and I often forget what I said, what should I do, Xiner?"

Sure enough, eating seven years more than me is different. Fu Donglou is not only old and cunning, but also a ginger with a spicy throat.

If it was an ordinary woman who heard such betrayal, she would definitely seek death with great momentum and passion, but I am not that ordinary woman after all!

I leaned over, leaned my head quietly on Fu Donglou's shoulder, and sighed sadly as if being possessed by Meng Jiangnv and Dou E at the same time, "Hey, I'm so sorry for my pink and tender girl's heart, Just stepped into the love field, and was injured by a veteran in the love field until blood splattered, this is the fate of the little orphan, there is no place to express any grievances..."

Fu Donglou: "..."

I straightened my sad and noble head, ready to leave his shoulder.

But who knows, Fu Donglou suddenly pulled me to sit on his lap, and finally said a word to me very politely: "...love."

Although a bit naive, but I couldn't help but secretly feel happy, almost to the point of internal injury, cool is only one word, and I can shout it several times!So cool, so cool!

But I still had to grit my mouth and forcefully said: "Hey, that's it, I've already taken a lot of light on love and so on."

"If you are indifferent, I will help you color it again; if you are tired of loving, I will give you something new. As long as you live up to my heart, I will love you forever, be careful."

Years seemed to treat Fu Donglou extra favorably, with such a smile on his brows and eyes, such a curled up corner of his mouth, and such a soft voice, he was simply so alluring.I was dizzy and my heart beat faster.

In fact, a woman's heart is very big, so big that desire can almost swallow reason; however, a woman's heart is also so small, so small that it only needs a few sweet words like this to fill it up.

I put my arms around Fu Donglou's neck and kissed his eyelids tremblingly, but said in an awkward way, "Maybe it's because you are good-looking, so I can barely love you, don't be too complacent."

Feelings are like vines, it grows wildly when you don't notice it, and when you suddenly realize it, you are already in it, your heart is bound, and you can no longer escape. I think this is what I want for Fu Donglou like.

amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp; gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt; amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;gt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp; lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt; amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;amp;lt;

"My heart! You are stupid!" Prince Chongzhong shouted at me with his hips akimbo in a teapot shape.

I crossed a piece of thorny grass and sat down on the wild flowers in the center, "What a shame, I just didn't see the flowers, wild flowers are not good, and those who pick wild flowers are not good people."

Unexpectedly, Fu Donglou picked up the prince Chongzhong and threw it in. Chongzhong sat up from my stomach and was busy "little bees are busy collecting honey" pulling wild flowers by the wall into the basket.

"Your Majesty, don't be foolish!" I covered my chest that was about to cough up blood, stood up and jumped out, and then whispered in front of Fu Donglou, "Are you trying to silence me? He was crushed to death."

Fu Donglou: "If that little weight is too loud, then I will definitely make you unbearable in the future."

My face was flushed, "Don't, don't play hooligans... Talking dirty is not in line with your temperament, you should take care of your baby, the most important thing is to fall in love with wild flowers, how can you fix it?"

Fu Donglou turned into a small blue flower from behind, "You can't hold back the spring scenery all over the garden. I don't have time to take care of those wild flowers." After finishing speaking, he inserted the flower in the my ears.

I glanced away and snorted softly, but the breath was obviously sweet.

I don't want to think about the future, I dare not think about the future, if time stops here, how good it would be.