Chapter 5: The little fool is hard to raise

Just stepped out of the palace. Heavy snow fell without any warning.

Song Huaixi was wearing court robes with a circle of fur around his neck. Her fair little face was three points whiter than the snow flying in the air.

The heavy snow like goose feathers gently fell on his nose, making Song Huaixi's nose itchy.

“Ahem!!”

He took the hand that was around Zhao Fangye's neck and rubbed his red nose.

Then he reached out to catch the snowflakes: "It's snowing! Such a heavy snow."

The crystal snowflakes fell on his palm and were melted into a small puddle of water by the heat from his hands.

There was still some distance to the carriage, and Zhao Fangye walked steadily on the snow with him on his back. Song Huaixi twisted and turned on his back and played with snowflakes.

"Behave yourself!" Zhao Fangye slapped him on the butt with his hands behind his back: "Be careful not to fall."

The slap made Song Huaixi instantly obedient, and he continued to hug his neck quietly.

But her ears turned red quietly.

He hasn't been spanked for many years, and spanking was only a thing of the past when he was a child.

And he was rarely beaten.

Song Huaixi had nothing to do, so she lay on the side of his neck, her nose filled with the pleasant fragrance.

A heavy snow fell suddenly and it didn't take long. The earth was covered in silver.

The snowflakes fell on Zhao Fangye's hair, but did not melt immediately. Instead, they accumulated into a thin layer.

"Ah! Your hair has turned white. You have become a white-haired grandfather."

When Song Huaixi noticed this little change, she immediately shouted with joy.

Zhao Fangye turned his back to him and said nothing, even though he was looking aggrieved just a second ago. Now I am full of energy again.

He also admired his memory a little bit, as they had not gone far from the palace. I completely forgot what happened just now.

Seeing that he ignored her, Song Huaixi continued to mutter on his back: "I've become a white-haired grandfather too. We are both white-haired grandfathers."

His muttered words fell into Zhao Fangye's ears, and for some reason, he thought of the scene of himself and this little fool growing old together.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fangye laughed. But if you think about it carefully, it seems not bad.

Walking to the carriage, the adjutant standing nearby stared at the person on his master's back with wide eyes.

It's really weird that I can see this scene in my lifetime.

I hope the prince won’t kill me.

He quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look any longer, and quickly placed the step stool in front of the carriage.

Song Huaixi slid down from Zhao Fangye's back, lifted her skirt, stepped on the step stool, and quickly got into the carriage.

After walking in the snow for so long, his face was frozen. As soon as he entered the carriage, he curled up on the blanket, hugging the hot water bottle prepared by the nanny.

He is most afraid of the cold and he hates winter the most. His bones ached from the cold.

He looked like a little loach entering a hole and disappeared in a flash. Zhao Fangye's face turned cold as he stood outside the carriage.

I carried him all the way without even a word of thanks.

What a heartless person.

Holding his crown, Zhao Fangye lifted the thick curtain of the carriage and bent down to go in.

When Song Huaixi saw him coming in, he hurried over to his side. Put your hands, which were warmed by the stove, on his face.

Zhao Fangye stepped back subconsciously, but he kept sticking to him.

"It's warm, right?" Song Huaixi looked at him with a smile.

The cold skin touched the soft and warm palm, and Song Huaixi's fair face was close at hand.

A pair of big eyes with distinct black and white stared at him intently. His eyes were as clean as a spring in the Tianshan Mountains without a trace of impurities.

Her face, which had been cold just now, softened under his warmth.

Zhao Fangye pulled his hands apart and said in a light tone: "This king does not need it."

"Why?" Song Huaixi retracted his hands and placed them on the hot water bottle: "Aren't you afraid of the cold? It's so warm."

"No."

Zhao Fangye uttered two simple words with his thin lips, leaned back on the soft pillow, closed his eyes and no longer looked at him.

Song Huaixi felt sleepy after sitting for a while, and the car was still cold.

He crawled towards Zhao Fangye, sat down beside him and leaned against him.

Zhao Fangye felt warm, which was very different from people like him who had cold limbs all year round.

When Zhao Fangye carried him on his back, he was like a big heater.

Zhao Fangye, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and saw him leaning against him, his pale eyes mixed with unknown emotions.

It was just the second day after we met, but this person was so bold and intimate with me. I don't know if it's really stupid or something else.

Just like a little puppy that has not grown up, it immediately becomes clingy after being given a few bites of food.

He slept soundly, and when Song Huaixi woke up, there was no one beside him. Zhao Fangye got off the car without knowing when.

Nanny Zhang stood beside the carriage, lifted the curtain and called out to him, "Princess, it's time to get off."

Song Huaixi got out of the carriage with a droopy look on his face, looking a little unhappy.

Zhao Fangye left without waiting for him.

Nanny Zhang put the thick white fox fur in her hand on him and said, "Princess, please go quickly. Lunch is ready."

When I walked into the front hall, a meal was already set on the table. Zhao Fangye was sitting at the table and the servants were serving him food.

Seeing that they didn't even wait for him before eating, Song Huaixi pouted. Walked over and sat down opposite Zhao Fangye.

After glancing at him, Zhao Fangye continued eating. He didn't want to ask about Song Huaixi's feelings.

He had no thoughts about Song Huaixi in the first place. What's more, he looks like a young adult.

Just think of it as bringing someone back home to raise. The palace doesn’t lack this pair of chopsticks.

Song Huaixi doesn't understand anything, and being too clingy to me may not be a good thing.

Holding the bowl, Song Huaixi ate the food on the table. From time to time, he would steal a glance at Zhao Fangye, who was standing elegantly opposite him.

It is so pleasing to watch good-looking people eat. Song Huaixi also picked up the bowl and ate like him.

Aunt Zhang, who was standing by, couldn't help laughing at his funny look.

They ate the meal quietly, but Zhao Fangye saw that he put it down after taking only a few bites.

"Is that all?" His stomach was like a cat's.

"I don't want to eat anymore." Song Huaixi put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at the table full of food and said, "I don't like it."

"You don't like it?" Zhao Fangye looked up at him and frowned slightly: "There's nothing you like? Or is it that the chef in the palace doesn't suit your taste?"

Just as Song Huaixi was about to answer, he was interrupted by Nanny Zhang. I was afraid that he would say something disrespectful again.

Song Huaixi has always been pampered in the Song Mansion and has always acted straightforwardly. They had just arrived at the palace and the cook didn't know what he liked.

By the time Nanny Zhang remembered, lunch had already been prepared. After all, they were on the prince's territory, so how could she dare to say anything?

Unexpectedly, Song Huaixi said it out loud.

Seeing Song Huaixi being interrupted, Zhao Fangye looked at the nanny beside him and frowned unhappily.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Nanny Zhang said hurriedly: "Don't blame me, Your Majesty. The princess... is a bit picky about food... She won't eat a bite of food she doesn't like."

Zhao Fangye's expression did not change after hearing this, nor did he show any impatience. He said to the servant, "Call the chef over here."

He can't provide anything else, but he can still provide the basic necessities of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The chef, who was in the kitchen, heard that the prince was looking for him. Sweat immediately began to bead on his forehead.

He was new to the palace, and he had heard of Prince Ning's reputation in the frontier.

That's the person known as the Jade-faced Rakshasa.

If I make a mistake and get punished, how will his family survive?

He walked to the front hall tremblingly, knelt on the ground and saluted, then asked worriedly: "Is there anything wrong with the prince asking me to come here?"

After taking a look at him, Zhao Fangye said to Nanny Zhang, "Tell him clearly what he likes to eat. Ask the cook to prepare another table."

"Yes." Nanny Zhang was stunned for a moment before she reacted, and then she kept talking to the cook.

"Please remember that the princess doesn't like overly sweet food, and sweet and sour food is best. She doesn't like meat, and meat dishes should not be greasy. She likes fresh vegetables and fruits, likes pasta, doesn't like fish, and doesn't like ginger and garlic. They can be used in cooking, but they must be picked out. In addition..."

After listening to what the nanny finally finished speaking, Zhao Fangye just raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Huaixi. This little thing is quite difficult to raise.

But he didn't say anything. He turned to the cook beside him and said, "Did you remember it? Just do it."