Chapter 58 Daddy is Sick
Song Huaixi had a good sleep and felt refreshed.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Zhao Fangye sitting at the desk.
"Zhao Fangye!" Song Huaixi called him in surprise, turned over in bed, and quickly sat up.
I turned my head and looked out the window. It was already late.
Zhao Fangye is still sitting here.
Song Huaixi asked doubtfully: "Didn't you go to court?"
"No." Zhao Fangye walked to his side and tidied up his messy hair.
I took the clothes that were lying aside and put them on him: "You're on vacation these few days."
After bringing Song Huaixi back from the academy a few days ago, Zhao Fangye claimed to be ill and did not attend court.
"Oh. That's great!" Song Huaixi's eyebrows curved, and she reached out to match his movements, her eyes glued to him tightly: "This way you can accompany me all day long!"
Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Fangye's lips curled up. Put his clothes on. I leaned over, grabbed his dangling ankles and put socks on his tender feet: "So happy?"
Song Huaixi admitted generously and nodded: "Yes. I'm very happy."
In the past, when he went to school, he would not see Zhao Fangye for a whole morning. Of course he was very happy to have a whole day to spend together.
Patting his head, Zhao Fangye stood up and held his hand: "Well, how about staying with Huaixi all day today?"
"Okay! Okay! I want you to tell me stories, teach me how to write, and go to the garden with the little wolf." Song Huaixi felt excited just thinking about it and had already started making requests.
"Okay, whatever you say."
Turn around the screen and walk into the front hall. Breakfast is ready.
On the table were fresh shredded chicken porridge, yam and date paste cake, Ruyi rolls, fluffy goose oil rolls, and a few refreshing side dishes.
They are all made according to Song Huaixi's preferences. Song Huaixi doesn't like sweet things. The kitchen is very attentive to the meals, and even the snacks are sweet and sour.
Zhao Fangye picked up a goose fat roll with loose filling and placed it on the small plate in front of him: "Eat more, you are too thin."
When Zhao Fangye held Song Huaixi in his arms at night, he pinched his slender waist and thin wrists, and he had very little flesh on his body.
It was hard to understand why the delicacies from land and sea in the palace were not as good as his meals. How come he is still so thin? Spring is almost here, but he looks no different from when we first met at our wedding.
She has a beautiful face, with a pointed jaw and only a little bit of baby fat, and there is no sign of roundness on her face.
"Yeah. Got it." Song Huaixi bit into the goose fat roll with loose filling, and his eyes lit up: "Delicious!"
Seeing the lively expression on his face, Zhao Fangye looked at him and chuckled, pushing the plate of goose fat rolls in front of him: "Use more if you like."
I don't understand why Zhao Fangye always says that he is thin. It is obvious that he has a little belly after coming to the palace. But the food in the palace is really delicious, and the food is different every day.
Naturally, he would not refuse Zhao Fangye's feeding.
The two were eating when Uncle Wang walked in from outside the door, stood beside the table and looked at them. The atmosphere was good.
After a pause, he said, "The Song Mansion sent someone to say that Minister Song is ill, and they want to ask the princess to return to the mansion."
"What!?"
After hearing this, Song Huaixi immediately put down the goose fat roll he had bitten halfway, and instantly became anxious: "What happened to Daddy! Why is he sick! I want to go home to find Daddy!"
Having said that, there was no time to think about anything. Song Huaixi stood up from the stool and was about to walk out the door.
Zhao Fangye reached out and grabbed his wrist and held him in his arms, comforting him: "Huaixi, don't worry. After dinner, I will go back with you."
Song Huaixi was held in his arms and stamped her feet anxiously, unable to listen to what he said.
Struggling to walk out: "Daddy is sick, I want to go back. Zhao Fangye's father is sick!"
When Song Huaixi was a child, he overheard that his mother was talking about his grandfather because his grandfather was sick.
Later, grandpa died. The people in the mansion were afraid that little Song Huaixi would be sad so they didn't tell him what had happened. So Song Huaixi only knew that people would die if they got sick.
He himself fell ill several times in the palace and thought he was going to die.
Zhao Fangye glanced at Wang Bo and motioned him to go down and prepare.
Uncle Wang looked somewhat helpless. He didn't expect the princess to react so strongly. If he had known, he would not have come to report it during breakfast.
Disturbing their meal for no reason.
When Zhao Fangye saw Song Huaixi in his arms, he became so anxious that his eyes turned red. She held his face with her hands and kissed the corners of his red eyes.
She soothed him softly, "Huai Xi, it's okay. Don't worry, Minister Song will be fine. Be obedient and eat breakfast first, otherwise you will be too hungry to travel."
Song Huaixi was comforted by the gentle voice, but she could not suppress the fear and anxiety in her heart. He grabbed Zhao Fangye's wrist and said in a trembling voice: "I don't want daddy to get sick. I don't want daddy to die."
Zhao Fangye felt helpless after hearing what he said. That's what I was worried about.
Little fool.
Wiping his wet eyelashes, she picked him up and placed him on her lap, saying, "He's just sick, he won't die."
"Really?" Hearing him say this, Song Huaixi suddenly calmed down and looked at him uncertainly, "You really won't die?"
"No." Zhao Fangye scratched his nose and saw his confused look: "If you are sick, you can take medicine to cure it. Didn't Huaixi also get sick?"
Now Song Huaixi was a little confused, and the cognition in his mind was broken. He stood there in a daze like a stupid rabbit.
But at least I calmed down.
Zhao Fangye fed the unfinished chicken porridge to his lips: "Have your meal first, and then we'll go back to the Song Mansion."
After breakfast, the two took a carriage back to the Song Mansion.
As soon as he got off the carriage, Song Huaixi ran to the Song Mansion in a hurry without even having time to put on his cloak.
There was some thin ice formed by fine snow on the ground, and Song Huaixi slipped and almost fell. Zhao Fangye quickly stepped forward to catch his backward body and frowned: "Walk slowly."
As he spoke, he put the cloak in his hand on him and tied it up. Although it was early spring, the wind in the capital was still a bit cold.
After receiving the message, Song Lianyu hurried out to greet the two of them. He saw Zhao Fangye lowering his head to tie a cloak for his younger brother, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes became delicate and gentle.
Men understand men best, so Song Lianyu felt relieved. It seems that Huai Xi's marriage to Prince Ning was a blessing in disguise.
"Brother!" Song Huaixi called out crisply as soon as he saw Song Lianyu.
Song Lianyu looked at the doting smile on his face and walked forward to greet the prince: "Prince."
He turned around, touched the top of Song Huaixi's head, pinched his cheek, and said in an intimate tone: "Huaixi is back. He seems to have gained some weight. Your sister-in-law and your parents are waiting for you inside."
Song Huaixi immediately stepped forward and grabbed Song Lianyu's sleeve, his eyes moist: "Brother! What happened to Daddy? Why is he sick?"
Zhao Fangye stood beside Song Huaixi and watched the intimate actions of the two brothers. A look of displeasure flashed across his pale eyes.
"It's okay. Huaixi, don't worry. Dad just misses you."
A look of forbearance flashed in Song Lianyu's eyes. His gaze hesitated for a moment between Song Huaixi and Zhao Fangye, and then fell on their clasped hands.
He gave Song Huaixi a reassuring smile, not wanting him to know the inside story.
After taking a look at Zhao Fangye, Song Lianyu turned sideways and said, "Your Majesty, it's windy outside, let's go in."
Song Huaixi immediately stepped forward and tried to stick to her brother, but unexpectedly Zhao Fangye pulled her wrist and she fell into his arms.
Zhao Fangye said in a calm voice in his ear: "Why are you running? Be careful of the slippery ground."
"oh."
Song Huaixi wanted to ask his brother how his father got sick, but looking at his brother's back in front of him, they were still a long way away.
He gave up and obediently let Zhao Fangye hold his hand and slowly walk towards the mansion.
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