Chapter 119 Not Allowed
Zhao Fangye was busy with government affairs and spent most of his time in the imperial study. The new emperor's coronation ceremony is still under intensive preparation. The common people were badly hurt after the war.
The dynasty, which was already in name only, was now even more shaky. With foreign enemies eyeing it covetously, Zhao Fangye could not relax for a moment.
Not only should the administration of officials be rectified, but also officials should be selected to rejuvenate the court. The people should have a rest and recuperation and taxes should be relaxed.
Song Huaixi saw Zhao Fangye only a few times in the bedroom every day, but he was not worried. He took his things and ran to the imperial study to play by himself.
Gradually, a small table, a beauty couch and many miscellaneous things appeared next to Zhao Fangye's desk. All of them were brought by Song Huaixi.
With his arrival, the solemn imperial study became friendly.
Song Huaixi curled up on the beauty couch not far from Zhao Fangye. The couch was cushioned with thick fur and was very soft to lie on.
The considerate servants even prepared a thin blanket for him, and on the small table next to the couch were several kinds of exquisite pastries.
They are all carefully developed by the imperial kitchen according to Song Huaixi's taste. Not only the flavors but also the colors are different every day.
Song Huaixi was very interested in these pastries, but Zhao Fangye didn't allow him to eat too much.
Lying on the couch, Song Huaixi was flipping through the picture book in his hand while picking up the pastry at hand and putting it into his mouth. His cheeks were puffed up and he looked so relaxed.
Today's date paste rolls were very sweet and sour and delicious. Song Huaixi ate a whole plate without realizing it. Just as he was about to take other pastries, he was stopped by a deep voice.
"Don't take any more." Zhao Fangye's eyes were fixed on the memorial in his hand, but he seemed to have eyes beside him, and was very aware of his every move: "You had so many snacks in the afternoon, and you couldn't eat much for dinner. Are you complaining about being hungry in the middle of the night?"
The tone was neither hurried nor slow, but gentle and soft. No rebuke was intended. But Song Huaixi still obediently withdrew his outstretched hand.
He put down the book in his hand and looked at Zhao Fangye with blinking eyes. He actually wanted to eat another one, but Zhao Fangye wouldn't let him, so he gave up.
Noticing his gaze, Zhao Fangye reluctantly put down the red pen in his hand and looked at the pair of eyes full of desire. He compromised, "Okay. Last one."
"whee!"
Song Huaixi's bright eyes curved into crescents, and he quickly reached out to take one, put it in his mouth and took a bite. Then he crawled up from the couch, jumped off the couch and ran barefoot to Zhao Fangye.
"Here, try it, it's really delicious. Don't blame me for eating too much. It's just that this pastry is so delicious." Handing over the half remaining pastry in his hand, Song Huaixi defended his greed.
Holding his hand and eating half a piece of cake, Zhao Fangye was unmoved by his words and said seriously: "I made it so delicious that you can't eat properly. The cook should be punished! Someone come!"
Song Huaixi couldn't stand it when she heard it. She hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and frowned and complained, "How can you do this? It's my own fault for being greedy. You can't punish the cook. The cook is very good and always makes delicious cakes for me."
Zhao Fangye remained unmoved, his eyes quietly fixed on that anxious face.
"You can't punish the cook, Zhao Fangye..." Seeing that he ignored her, Song Huaixi squeezed in between Zhao Fangye and the table, sat on his legs, and looked up at him, begging, "Can you not punish me...?"
If the cook was punished, he would have no delicious pastries to eat. And is it wrong to make pastries too delicious? How strange.
Let him squeeze in, Zhao Fangye's strong arms around his slender waist. Song Huaixi obviously didn't understand Zhao Fangye's real intention of punishing the cook. She reached out and pinched his bare feet. Zhao Fangye frowned slightly.
He said calmly, "Are you still greedy?"
"No, no!" Song Huaixi shook his head like a rattle and promised anxiously: "I will eat well next time."
"Um."
Zhao Fangye relaxed, then pinched the soles of his feet, causing people to shudder: "No shoes? How can the servants serve you? Where are Chunhua Chaolu? You should be punished!"
"Ah?..." Song Huaixi was so upset that she wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did he ask Zhao Fangye to punish so many people today?
"I wore it! I wore it! Don't punish them..." Song Huaixi was anxious and made repeated assurances.
Seeing that he had learned his lesson, Zhao Fangye stopped scaring him. She stretched out her hand and pinched his nose, and said in a serious tone: "If you don't obey me in the future, I will punish the people around you. Do you understand?"
"knew...."
Song Huaixi is born simple and does things according to his own temperament. They do whatever they want without considering the consequences and often do things that are harmful to their health.
For example, if you like to sleep in, you will sleep too long and occasionally feel tired when you get up the whole day. Later, Zhao Fangye ordered Chunhua and Chaolu to wake him up on time.
Also, if he likes to eat something, he will not control himself. Last time before dinner, the imperial kitchen served a bowl of fermented rice, and he liked the glutinous rice balls in it very much. I ate two big bowls of food in one go, which resulted in me complaining of bloating in the second half of the night and unable to sleep.
Zhao Fangye shook his head and sighed. He was already an adult but he still acted like a child, which was worrying.
When the two were in the imperial study, there were usually no servants in the palace. Zhao Fangye held the man in this position and went to get his shoes and socks.
After putting on his clothes, she held him and sat back at the table. Song Huaixi put her arms around his neck, leaned against the table, and swung her feet around his legs.
After staying in the palace for several days, he felt that he was too relaxed. There was nothing to do and Zhao Fangye was too busy to be with him all the time.
In the past, he had his parents and brother and sister-in-law to accompany him, but now there is only Zhao Fangye. The dull days are really boring. I’m tired of the picture books I used to love reading because they’re just the same few stories over and over again.
He held Song Huaixi in one hand and flipped through the memorials in the other. Zhao Fangye noticed that the person in his arms was not in a good mood. Normally he would be chattering to himself at this time. It's rare to be so quiet.
After reading the memorial quickly and throwing it aside, Zhao Fangye looked down at the person leaning on his chest and said, "What's wrong? You look listless."
Song Huaixi looked at one place, but in fact he himself didn't understand his own emotions. Her eyelashes fluttered slowly and she finally said hesitantly: "I miss my parents a little bit..."
It turned out that she was missing home. There was a hint of pity in Zhao Fangye's eyes.
I have been busy these days and I haven't been able to spend enough time with him. In addition, there were only a few people in the palace that Song Huaixi could talk to. It's normal for him to feel lonely.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fangye felt a little sorry. It was he who brought Song Huaixi into the cage of the imperial palace. All he could do was to make up for it.
She lowered her head and placed a kiss on his forehead: "Do you miss home? Huaixi can go back to the Song Mansion tomorrow to visit. Okay?"
“Really!”
The originally listless face immediately glowed with radiance, and Song Huaixi couldn't wait to go home.
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