Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 186 Aunt, Aunt

The first thing that Qing Yange did when he returned to Beijing was to bring bags of special products to Baoluan Hall where the little emperor was.

"Chen Gonggong." As soon as Qing Yange entered Baoluan Hall, she saw Chen Gonggong guarding the door, and she called softly.

Eunuch Chen saw who was coming, and hurriedly saluted, "Princess, you are here."

"Well, where's Zijin?" Qing Yange nodded and asked aloud.

Qingzijin, the name of the current emperor.

Eunuch Chen tiptoed ahead to lead the way, and said in a low voice: "Yesterday, the emperor memorized the national policy until late at night, and got up again this morning to go to court. Right now, he is exhausted and resting in the inner hall."

When Qing Yange heard what Eunuch Chen said, a touch of distress flashed across her Yingying eyes.

Five years old was supposed to be the age for wanton play.

Because the first emperor died of illness, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ascend to the throne, playing an appearance that did not belong to his age.

"Here, the emperor is inside, so this old slave won't go in, and wait outside. If there is something to do, you can call the princess, and this old slave will be able to hear you." Eunuch Chen stopped, and pointed to the layered veiled room. inner hall.

"Okay." Qingyange stretched out her slender hand, lifted a layer of veil, and stepped in.

Incense was burning in the dragon-shaped copper furnace, and the curling blue smoke rose and spread in mid-air, and the air was filled with a scent that seemed to be absent.

Finally, the innermost layer of veil was lifted, and Qing Yange saw the small figure lying on the dragon bed.

The round face, like a white flour steamed bun, is full of collagen. She is wearing a light white dragon-pattern underwear. The long eyelashes are like two small cattail fans, and the pink mouth is slightly pursed. Hara flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Doesn't this look like a five-year-old child?
However, the blue color under the eyelids is clearly visible, which is probably caused by staying up late for a long time.

The little glutinous rice dumpling turned over slightly, and the satin quilt slipped off, revealing a chubby body and those little hands that looked like lotus joints.

Qing Yange looked at this naive sleeping face, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, leaned over and stretched out her hand to hook the silk quilt, trying to cover the little glutinous rice dumpling again.

However, she moved slightly, and before she touched the silk quilt, the little glutinous rice dumpling lying on the bed opened her eyes in a flash, vigilance and a touch of fear glowed in her clear eyes.

"Who?" He called out crisply, but with a trace of uneasiness.

Qing Yange looked at the reaction of the little glutinous rice dumpling, and her heart was full of sorrow and distress.

She finally understood why the princess was so unwilling after her death and asked her to protect the little emperor.

Although she looks like a child, she has to go through so many things, and the pressure she faces is even more than her.

Water stains appeared in her sparkling eyes, and she said softly, "It's me, Zijin."

Hearing a familiar voice and seeing the person coming, his big watery eyes were full of surprises, the vigilance and fear disappeared instantly, the little glutinous rice dumpling showed a sweet smile, stretched out With her soft little hand, she threw herself into Qing Yange's arms like a meat ball.

He called out sweetly: "Aunt~ Aunt~ You finally came to see me~"

There was deep nostalgia in that tone.

Qingyange rubbed the soft hair of the little glutinous rice dumpling, feeling ashamed in her heart.

It seemed that she never came to see the little emperor except for Jiji Banquet.

Just because you are always busy with matters big and small.

Only then did he ignore the small glutinous rice dumpling in front of him.

Qingyange responded softly: "Yes, aunt is here."

The little glutinous rice dumpling leaned against Qing Yange's arms, raised her small head, and showed her full teeth, "Auntie, I heard that you came back from a victorious battle this time, and the people in Tiancang are singing your praises~ "

Qingyange nodded, "Yes, is Zijin happy?"

Little Nuomi Duanzi's star-like eyes were shining brightly, he nodded, "Happy!"

However, in the next second, he drooped his head again, pouted and said, "Zijin is useless. If Zijin was a little bigger, I could go to war for you, aunt. Others say that girls should be as beautiful as a flower, so it's useless." If it hurts, if you don't have to, you won't wear armor and kill the Quartet."

The face of the little glutinous rice dumpling was pressed tightly against Qingyange's waist, and the soft voice said with a bit of yearning: "Zijin really wants to grow up quickly, and protect my aunt behind her."

Qingyange looked at the sensible little glutinous rice dumpling in front of her, her heart softened, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Our Zijin is already working hard to grow up~"

After Qing Yange finished speaking, she took out another little doll from her bosom, and waved it in front of Zijin, "This is the patron saint doll that my aunt bought in southern Xinjiang, it can protect Zijin from those bad things, Let Zijin grow up safely."

The little glutinous rice dumpling stretched out its small palm, took the little doll, and carefully protected the position on the chest. He said softly, "Thank you, aunt."

"Zijin, I also brought a lot of special products from southern Xinjiang. I asked them to move the special products to the warehouse. You can eat them whenever you want." When Qing Yange faced the small glutinous rice dumpling, his tone was not Consciously relax.

The little glutinous rice dumpling opened its round eyes, and slightly parted its pink lips, "Auntie, are those specialties delicious?"

Qingyange nodded emphatically, "It's delicious, Auntie promises!"

The little glutinous rice dumpling immediately raised a bright smile, as gorgeous as the sun in the sky, "Then aunt, what do you have?"

Qing Yange said in detail: "There are spicy rabbit heads, pig brain flowers, silkworm chrysalis, hairy eggs..."

The more Qingyange spoke, the more energetic she became, her face was full of joy.

But watching the little glutinous rice ball nestled in Qingyange's arms trembled slightly, stretched out her small hand like a lotus root, gently tugged at Qingyange's skirt, and whispered: "Auntie, these... ..."

Qingyange looked down, and asked with a face full of hope: "Do you think it's delicious? I specially carried it back from the far southern Xinjiang!"

The little glutinous rice dumpling swallowed, and showed a forced smile, "Yeah, it's delicious."

Qing Yange rubbed the little glutinous rice dumpling's hair, smiled happily and said, "Hehe, right, I thought I was the only one who likes these."

The little glutinous rice dumpling looked at Qingyange cautiously, bit the little cherry lip, and hesitated to speak.

Qing Yange pinched her soft cheeks and asked with a smile: "Is there anything you want to say?"

The little glutinous rice dumpling asked timidly and cautiously: "...Auntie, can you accompany me to have dinner tonight?"

Qing Yange responded without hesitation: "Of course!"

The little glutinous rice dumpling immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, smiling brightly, "Auntie is indeed the best in the world~"

(End of this chapter)