From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 6 Where Are the Promised Dumplings
Rabbit blinked his big eyes, and nodded very seriously, um, what mother said, just listen to what mother said!

The silly and cute appearance of the rabbit made Fang couldn't help but lower his head, and kissed the rabbit's fleshy cheek.

The eldest brother came in and saw such a happy and harmonious situation, Ye Qin smiled along with it, just in time the girl came in and said that we can have dinner, and the family went to eat happily again.

The old lady still put the little girl by her side, asked about the situation of the first day's class, and said cheerfully: "Zhao Youcai is an old gentleman, and he taught your mother, follow him well, he is very knowledgeable!"

The tender rabbit nodded, lowered its head and puffed its cheeks to eat.

When there is no one at night, the little rabbit pulls out an old yellowed book from the back of the cabinet and reads it bit by bit by candlelight.

This is a book she accidentally picked up in the mansion. It was written by a deceased ancestor in the family, and Little Rabbit doesn't know anything else.

After studying it carefully for a long while, the rabbit raised his head, and looked at the dark night sky outside the window with blank eyes: "Old Ancestor, what does the so-called thick and black in your book mean?"

In the silent night, the incomprehensible tender rabbit could only hide the book, and fell asleep peacefully while remembering the old ancestor who wrote the book.

Early the next morning, the school was still open, but there were no figures of the princes.

It is said that the emperor ate the supper brought by several princes last night, and had a diarrhea all night. The imperial doctor came to investigate and said that it was caused by spoiled food. In the end, there was something wrong with the things sent by the Fourth Highness, which caused Feng Jiang to be furious, and reprimanded the Fourth Highness Feng Yiran.

For several days, the school was discussing this matter. Ye Xiaoxiao blinked her big eyes, still bowed her head to practice calligraphy, and Wang Qian didn't participate, she just sat in the back and watched Ye Xiaoxiao write stroke by stroke.

Feng Yiran was very angry, closed the door by herself, sat behind the desk, frowning.

It was obvious that someone was making trouble, so I don't know what kind of things I sent?How can it be corrupted?But why can the prince touch his basket accurately?After all, the names and taboos are hidden in the gaps of the bamboo strips, and the utensils used by the princes are almost the same, so you can't see it for a while.

And after this time, his father no longer loves him as much as before, if he wants to win favor again, he has to find another way!

Feng Yiran rubbed her temples, bowed her head and was speechless for a long time.

In the Yongshou Palace, the Empress Dowager was kneading the green glutinous rice skin, and the court ladies stood in a row behind her. The Crown Prince Feng Junran was holding chopsticks to help mix the stuffing. Sandalwood incense was floating in the resplendent hall, which made people feel happy Can't help but calm down.

Stuffed red bean paste stuffing into the glutinous rice skin, dexterously flipped out a green dumpling with fingers, Empress Dowager Ye cheerfully put the dumpling aside, turned her head to wink at Yu Yu, who took the maid They retreated.

"Now, the fourth child can't get up anymore, you brothers are now at the same starting point." The old queen skillfully rubbed out the thin green skin, and took the spoon from Feng Junran to fill it with stuffing.

His Highness the Crown Prince lowered his eyelids, his dark pupils remained calm.

"It's just about the second brother..."

"You don't have to worry about this. Your father is a suspicious person. If the fourth child makes a fuss, even your father will have to start thinking again. What's going on?"

The old queen said with certainty, Feng Junran smiled, his handsome face stretched slightly, like plum blossoms blooming bright red in the cold winter months.

Although only 14 years old, the old lady firmly believes that this grandson will undoubtedly be a handsome man in the future.

"The rest is your marriage, don't let the fourth brother take advantage of it!"

Empress Dowager Ye restrained her smile, kneaded the last green dumpling and put it aside.

She is not the emperor's own mother, nor the prince's own grandmother, but the prince's mother died early, and the two brothers watched and grew up by themselves, so they are naturally more kind than others, and she is also happy to see the emperor's eldest grandson Sit firmly in the prince's position.

Feng Junran nodded slightly, took care of the old queen to clean her hands, and helped her to rest on a low couch.

"This daughter of the Ye family looks innocent, but Ai Jia still believes that Fang's daughter will not be so simple because the tiger father has no dogs." The old queen found a comfortable position and looked at her grandson: " But the difference is only nine years old, when she is twelve, you will already be 21, then Aijia will clear all obstacles for you, so that you can get married without any worries!"

Feng Junran's slender eyes flickered slightly, and the clear eyes of the white and tender rabbit in his mind were extremely dark and bright.

"Yes, Grandmother!"

In the imperial garden, the fragrant wind was blowing red, sweeping across the entire field of purple and red, and the sound of branches and leaves made Feng Junran couldn't help but look out of the window, his fair neck stretched out a tight arc, and his handsome profile The face was slightly golden because of the sun covering it, and those slender eyes quietly watched the precious flowers in the distance, and the depths of the dark eyes reflected a little bit of gorgeous color.

The prince's bright yellow robe cast a faint shadow, the young man just stared deeply at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window, his tall and tall body was straight and elegant, exuding the sternness and indifference of not disturbing strangers, but the corners of his mouth were more raised A bit lazy, Feng Junran is like a quietly dormant wolf cub, obviously already quite powerful, but lazily retracts his fangs and sharp claws, and hides everything about him in a dark corner.

The empress dowager looked at her grandson quietly. Although it was only a blurred side face under the sun, and although it was only a figure hidden in the shadows, her vicious eyes had already fixed Feng Junran in a Unmatched heights.

If Feng Junran was just a wine bag with such a good skin, she would never put the entire Ye family on him. This is a piece of jade, a fledgling beast. One day, he It will spread its wings, like a phoenix soaring into the sky, like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, it will be a blockbuster!
The old lady lowered her eyelids, and her loose skin covered the fleeting emotions in her eyes. After a long time, she raised her head and ordered: "Go, go to school tomorrow, and bring these dumplings to Ye Xiaoxiao, anyway, she also likes to eat."

Feng Junran stepped out from the shadow of the lattice window, an indifferent young man, with a coldness and vicissitudes that did not belong to this age.

"Yes, grandmother."

The Guozijian, which had been quiet for a while, ushered in another noisy morning.

The students crowded at the door as usual, and the Habayashi Army separated the crowd with a cold face, and their silver spears shone coldly in the morning light.

The bright yellow dragon flag fluttered in the wind, reflecting the dazzling light. On the four-dragon-patterned carriage, Feng Junran, dressed in a bright yellow prince's suit, stepped down on human flesh. Gone in a blink of an eye, although it was only a glance, it already made people forget how to breathe.

The female students stared blankly at the young man standing in front of the carriage with his hands behind his back, and suddenly felt that the morning light was particularly dazzling today.

"Well, it seems that today's prince is especially handsome!" Some people couldn't help but whispered.

"Yes!"

Standing on tiptoe behind the crowd, I could barely see the little rabbit on top of the prince's head blinking its big eyes and pursing its mouth.

Brother Prince hasn't been here for a long time, did you bring the promised green dumplings?

The white and tender rabbit frowned its cute little eyebrows, tilting its head in confusion.

(End of this chapter)