king's concubine

Chapter 103: Wife 3
Linger and the others didn't know that Rong Huazheng actually knew medical skills, and she was the one who diagnosed her hair and said that her hair could turn back black.

Rong Huazheng took one last look at her white hair, sighed and waved her out, then lay down by herself.

The next day, when Ling'er came over with a basin to help Rong Huazheng wash up, before she got close to the bed, she was shocked when she saw Ronghuazheng's long black hair protruding from the quilt, and she was holding a basin full of it. It fell to the ground with a "boom", and the delicate scarlet felt blanket on the ground was immediately wet.

"Hmm... Linger, what are you doing, you can't live early in the morning..." Rong Huazheng was woken up by the sound of a basin falling to the ground, rubbing her eyes and muttering sleepily.

"Husband, ma'am..." Ling'er covered her lips, "Your hair..."

When Rong Huazheng heard the word hair, his eyes opened suddenly, and then his head turned quickly, seeing the black and shiny black hair scattered on the pillow, he laughed three times, "Hahaha, finally..."

Before she finished her proud words, someone broke into the room. Rong Huazheng and Ling'er frowned at the same time, but before they could speak, the visitor hurriedly said: "Ma'am, the son cried for you when he woke up, saying that he uncomfortable……"

As soon as Rong Huazheng heard it, she immediately got out of bed, put on a pair of shoes, and ran to the little boy's room. She was taken aback by the speed, but when she came back to her senses, she became anxious, and hurriedly picked up Rong Huazheng's coat He Weiqiu yelled towards the direction Rong Huazheng was leaving: "Madam, you'll be cold if you wear so little, put on your robe first..."

Rong Huazheng couldn't hear her, so she ran to the little boy's room, opened the door and saw the little boy pouted, his face wrinkled into a ball, looking like he was about to cry or not .

At this time, the winter sky had not fully brightened yet, and it was still snowing heavily in the sky. As soon as Rong Huazheng opened the door, a gust of air-conditioning came from behind her. to brats
Crawled under the blanket, and didn't dare to touch the child's face with my cold hands. Seeing the little boy's head exposed, his teeth shuddered, and his lips were blue: "Lift up your face and give it to me!" Let me see?"

"Sister Zheng..." The little boy's grandma Nunuuo's voice had a strong nasal tone, and he lifted the quilt on his body to reveal his little head.

Rong Huazheng looked at his face, ignored him, and ordered: "Stick out your tongue."

The little boy obediently obeyed.

Rong Huazheng sighed, "Where did you go wild last night, why did you catch the cold so well?"

The little brat flattened his mouth aggrieved, "How can I..."

Rong Huazheng felt that the cold air on his body had dissipated quite a bit, kicked off his golden boots and ran to the bed, hugged the little kid in his arms, leaned close to his ear and hummed: "Be good, tell me the truth." .”

The little kid lowered his head, bit his lips and refused to speak.

Then I asked you to reach out and rub his head, looked up and saw the maid serving the little kid came in, frowned and said: "Where did the prince go last night, but he went to bed very late?"

When the servant girl heard this, she lowered her head and said seriously, "Return to madam, this servant girl took care of the prince to sleep very early last night."

Rong Huazheng couldn't figure it out, how could he catch the cold so easily?After thinking about it, she squinted her eyes, leaned close to the little kid's ear, and whispered: "Actually, did you wet the bed or kick the quilt last night?"

The little kid blushed and argued, "You're the one who wets the bed, I'm a man who doesn't wet the bed!"

Rong Huazheng raised her eyebrows, "Does that mean you kicked the quilt?"

"I don't know how to kick the quilt!" The little kid refused to admit it, frowning old-fashionedly, and said solemnly: "It was cold last night, I didn't cover myself with a quilt."

Rong Huazheng sneered when she heard the words, pulled off the quilt from the little kid, pressed him on her lap, and hit his butt with a wave of her hand, "It's just a four-year-old kid, you really are getting older It's getting better and better, and you dare to sleep without a quilt in the winter?"

The little boy was wronged by the beating, and tears flowed out all at once, "My mother and concubine said that the reason why the father can become a hero is because the father has tenacity, is not afraid of cold or heat, even in snowy weather Purify yourself with water, and go to bed at night and wear ordinary clothes to keep out the cold."

Rong Huazheng rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "That's your father!"

The little boy was not convinced, "I am the son of the king!" He said excitedly, because of the cold and crying, the snot on the little boy's face flowed down the face, Rong Huazheng looked at it and sighed With a sigh, he pulled the towel aside
Rudely wiped it for him, and said in a rough voice: "That's because your father knows martial arts, he has a strong body, how old are you, that small body is like a bean sprout, and it will break if you break it If you learn from others and sleep without a quilt, one day in the middle of the night you will be frozen into an iceman!"

The little kid snorted twice, clenched his fists tightly, pursed his lips like a kid and said, "I don't care, I want to avenge my father, they plotted against my father, and one day I will pay them back!"

Rong Huazheng has a headache, this little kid is usually shockingly clever, how can he say things more sharply and deeply than ordinary kids?Also, how is his brain structured?Knowing revenge at a young age, what's the point of living in the future?
Rong Huazheng secretly sighed, Prince Gong is not her father, she can't understand his influence on the little kid, and she doesn't know how deep the little kid's feelings for him are, but a man who has been fighting in the frontier all year round, Meeting a child at a young age can have such a great influence on the child, which shows that Prince Gong is really a very remarkable person.

She didn't know whether she should persuade the little boy to give up revenge, but only now did she know that the little boy had always attached great importance to this matter in his heart, more than his life!

"People have to grow up step by step. Your father and king only fought in the battlefield when he was more than ten years old, right? You don't have martial arts yet, and you can't lift your shoulders or lift your hands. This is not to make yourself stronger but to make yourself suffer!" Come on, she said again: "The most important thing for a person is to do what you can. If your body is weaker than a flower, you should take a cold shower like others and sleep without a quilt. Don't you think it's too unreasonable?"

Rong Huazheng saw the dissatisfaction in the little boy's eyes, and interrupted him before he could speak, "The child's body is the weakest. If he catches a severe cold and dies, do you still have a chance to avenge your father?"

The little kid didn't speak, it seemed that he was seriously thinking about what Rong Huazheng said.

Seeing this, Rong Huazheng continued to add, "I know you are impatient, but you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. If you are too hasty, it will only make things worse. This time you just suffer from the ordinary cold and you have a headache and you want to cry. nose up

, If you have a high fever or something, it’s not a matter of crying. If you don’t pay attention, it will burn your brain. What else can you do if you burn your brain?I'm going to be so stupid that I'm afraid I won't be able to remember anything! "

The little boy shrank his shoulders, it seemed that he was shocked by Rong Huazheng's words, Rong Huazheng lowered his head and kissed his dirty face, touched his head and persuaded: "Hey, I know you're really He has a lot of ideas in his heart, and he is also a filial child, but how about taking things slowly, as long as there is perseverance, there is nothing that cannot be done well."

The little boy opened his eyes wide with tears in his eyes, "Really?"

"Of course!" Ronghua Zheng flicked his forehead, and said: "Such a big brat hides all kinds of troubles in his heart, and he will be fine when he grows up. If he really wants revenge, he wants to learn martial arts and say no to the prince." Is that enough, what am I messing around here?"

Rong Huazheng spoke fiercely, but Yuwen Xiyan still clearly remembered this sentence many years later, when he had reached the same height as his father. Although there was blame in it, it still lingered and could not dissipate tenderness.And after that, he would secretly rejoice that if he was sent to another place to be raised at the most unfortunate time in his life, he thought he would never have such a wonderful and beautiful life in his whole life, because it seemed that he would never meet anyone except this person. To someone who treats herself more sincerely than her.

He ran over in a hurry, his face was pale, his lips were blue, and he was afraid that the cold on his body would chill him, so careful, so sincere, he didn't understand at this moment, but every time he recalled it later, he wanted to cry more and more gratitude.

"Sister Zheng..." The little boy cried again, and stretched out his chubby hand to hug Ronghua Zheng's neck, but when he saw the black hair on her neck, his big eyes widened, "Sister Zheng ,your hair!"

Rong Huazheng chuckled, pulled the quilt from him to cover her body, pinched a bunch of dazzling black hair and scratched the kid's little nose, "How about it, are you dumbfounded?"

The little kid didn't answer, and said solemnly: "Sister Zheng, you really only look like a human being when you have black hair."

"Stinky boy, do you ever talk to elders like this?" Rong Huazheng slapped his ass and said angrily.

"Hmph!" The little boy shook his head coolly.

"Hey, did you pick Joe up?" Rong Huazheng raised his eyebrows, "No more headache?" In fact, the cold wasn't too serious, and he didn't have a fever.

The little kid breathed weakly, "No, it doesn't hurt much..."

"Hmph, don't lie to me!" Rong Huazheng looked at the sky, got someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write a medicine list, and asked them to go to the pharmacy to fill the medicine. Watching the maid leave in a hurry, she glanced at it. The little fart that is honestly nestled in the bed
The girl laughed and said, "Why, you still want to stay on the bed this time?"

"Not at all!" The little kid sat up on the bed with his short legs and arms flopping about, "Mother Concubine said that you can grow up quickly by eating every meal, I want to get up and have breakfast."

Rong Huazheng looked at it, and his eyes suddenly softened. No wonder people say that a child who has experienced hardships has long been in charge of the family. This is the best example. This child is so smart and sensible that people can't help feeling distressed.

"Ma'am, do you want to wash up?" Ling'er had already come in, just watched Rong Huazheng and Xiao Bihai chatting and stood aside without disturbing.

Madam really has a way with children, but she is also very reasonable in what she says, and she guides them step by step, even she can't help nodding her head in agreement.

"Well, it's time to get up." Rong Huazheng nodded.

Ling'er heard the words and immediately stepped forward, and sent the robe and apron she was carrying to Rong Huazheng's hands. Rong Huazheng was not used to being served by others, so she always wore the clothes herself.

"Ah, hair..." Ling'er looked at Rong Huazheng shaking her clothes and putting them on her body, and she held the black hair that fell to her thighs and wrapped it around her neck with one hand, and said annoyedly: "I forgot to take the hairpin." child."

(End of this chapter)