Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 723 It's Better to Let Uncle Rong Spank Your Butt (Xiao Li)

Chapter 723 It's Better to Let Uncle Rong Spank Your Butt (Xiao Li)

It's really not a trivial matter to submit a memorial, especially in such a hurry.

You know, the body of the princess is still in the restaurant, so it can't be kept there forever.

Lin Sheng was very worried.

Liu Wei also reminded: "Lord Lin, it's not too late."

When Lin Sheng heard this, in the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay, Mr. Liu, please wait a moment, Mr. Lin, hurry up and come back!"

There are many ways to submit a memorial. The simple one is to send the memorial directly, go through the cabinet, go through the hall, and finally enter the case before the imperial court.

The more complicated thing is to bring an official order, enter the palace in person, and present the memorial, but the premise is that, first, the emperor must be free, and second, you must have a relationship, and you can enter the palace if you can say it. People block.

Lin Sheng wanted to hurry up, so he naturally used complicated methods, but Lin Sheng planned to go and return quickly, but he couldn't really get up quickly.

Lin Sheng is an old fritter in the capital. With this face to enter the palace, he also has contacts who can face the saint immediately, but people are not as good as God. Lin Sheng never counted. The emperor is not in the Qianning Palace, nor is he in the study room. .

After searching all over the place, I finally got the news that the emperor went to the Zhaoning Palace of the Empress Empress, and the empress went to the palace, but I don't know when I will be free to meet foreign ministers.

Lin Sheng could only continue to wait.

In the small waiting hall outside the upper study room, the first wait is two hours.

And during this period, Liu Wei didn't rush in, Liu Wei asked Rong Leng to go to the restaurant to have a look first, and went back to the Seventh Prince's Mansion by herself.

As soon as he went back, his son's chubby little face greeted him.

Xiao Li calculated that he hadn't seen his mother for two full days, he couldn't sit still for a long time, when he saw his mother came back, he jumped over immediately, hugged his mother's leg and didn't let go.

Liu Wei grabbed her son's little paw and walked all the way into the house.

When the girls saw Liu Wei coming back, they all smiled and called out, "Master!"

Liu Wei gave a "hmm" and ordered: "Take out all the scrolls from the cage in the north corner of the room and put them on the table."

The big girl and the little girl were stunned for a moment, but they quickly realized and went to work quickly.

Xiao Li began to circle around his mother: "Father, what are you going to do? Daddy, do you still want to go out? Daddy, can you take me out? I want to go out to play too..."

Chattering and chattering.

Liu Wei glanced at him, then pushed his son away lightly: "Have you copied all the books? Your uncle Rong asked you to copy thousands of words every day, are you lazy?"

When Xiao Li heard it, as if his body had been emptied, he immediately got down.

In fact, Xiao Li is not afraid of studying, and she was also a child who could calm down and study when she was a child, but that was when the little guy felt at ease.

Now that mother is not around every day, and Uncle Rong also leaves early and returns late, he is bored all by himself, how can he sit down and do what those nerds do?
The book was not copied well, and it hadn't been copied for several days, so mother and Uncle Rong were both busy and didn't check it. Now when mother asks, the little guy loses all confidence, and immediately hangs his head, saying that there is no need for one more word. Don't dare to say anything.

Knowing the son is Mo Ruomu, Liu Wei knew what was going on with this brat just by looking at him, so she immediately snorted and said: "If you have time, you might as well go and copy books, your uncle won't be able to see you when you come back and copy a thousand books." How do you explain the writing of the text? Two days ago, I went to the house to uncover the roof tiles, and beat other people's sons. Do you really think that nothing will happen if I don't talk about you? If you make a lot of noise, I will throw you to your Uncle Rong. Look He can't beat you."

When Xiao Li thought of the last time he stood in Rongsu's study for a day and a night, he felt a toothache.

To put it bluntly, it would be better to let Uncle Rong spank his ass, and it would be better than standing there in shame.

But one thing falls one thing, no matter how Xiao Li jumps up and down, Liu Wei's few words can kill him.

In the end, the little guy had no choice but to go back to his room in disgrace. Looking at the stack of rice papers that the little girl put on the table, he was full of melancholy at first, his little face twisted into a bun, and then his brows relaxed, and his heart was suddenly filled with happiness.

Grabbing the rice paper, he turned around, jumped up, and ran out the door.

The little girl hurriedly called: "Young master, where are you going, little master?"

But the person has already run away, but he can never be called back.

On the other side of the palace, Rong Qing, who was able to recuperate in the mansion without having to go to school and eat hot soup and dishes because of his illness, suddenly heard rustling sounds.

The little boy tucked the spinning top into the quilt, looked up and asked, "Who?"

The door outside the room was opened, and a young servant came in and asked, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Rong Qing looked outside, frowned and asked, "Are you the only one guarding?"

The little servant nodded: "Young master ordered everyone else to disperse, and only the young one was guarding outside."

Rong Qing asked: "Then what are you doing?"

The little servant was a little astonished, and said blankly: "Little one, little one just stood there, guarding the door, and didn't do anything."

Rong Qing frowned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, so he stopped thinking about it, and only told him again: "Watch the door carefully, if someone comes to Auntie's yard, you have to stop her."

The servant replied with a smile and asked, "My lord, I found it for you. It is the best spinning top sold in Kyoto recently. The shopkeeper said that the sixteen princes in the palace also play like this."

"Nonsense, how old is Uncle Sixteen, how old is he younger than this young master, can he play with this? Go, go and watch outside, don't be lazy."

The boy agreed to leave, and waited until the door was closed.

Only then did Rong Qing take out the spinning top from the quilt, put it in his hands and played with it happily for a while, then jumped out of the bed, waving the whip and was about to play with the spinning top.

The whip was raised high, but before it fell, Rong Qing suddenly felt that something was wrong, he turned his head sharply, and was immediately startled.

I saw a boy sitting on the bed behind me at some point. The boy smiled all over his face and looked at him with bright black eyes. Seeing him look over, he said in a gentle tone: "You are not sick, Does the high fever persist?"

Rong Qing only felt a chill all over his body, and his back was about to sweat.

Rong Qing opened his mouth and was about to call out, but his voice was still choked in his throat, so he heard the boy on the opposite side snort coldly and said: "Call it, call it, it's just for everyone to come and see. How spirited is the young prince of the palace, who is scared out of his wits, and whose brain is on the verge of burning out!"

Rong Qing didn't dare to scream immediately, if his father and aunt knew that he was pretending to be sick, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of father's stern face and aunt's crying tears, Rong Qing trembled.

Rong Qing bit his lips, he was still young, his eyes turned red immediately, he buzzed his nose and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Liu Xiaoli jumped off the bed, touched his back, and took out a stack of rice paper, then laid the rice paper on the table, and said: "Copy the thousand-character text for me three times, the filial piety classics three times, and Confucius and Mencius three times."

Rong Qing: "..."

(End of this chapter)