Chapter 667 This kid has become a spirit
So... just how scary is this little prince's mother?
Wenjiu peeled the core of a cherry and fed the flesh to Dabao beside him.
As soon as I looked up, I felt that the atmosphere was a little off.
After being stunned for a second, he quickly lowered his head, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a cherry, but a work of art, and he looked at it over and over again.
Everyone: “…”
When one sees someone as beautiful as Concubine Wen, one will naturally associate good things with her.
No one expected that she would show such an indifferent look. Everyone didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Father, don't be angry. Don't tell Mother." Sibao, seeing that his father's expression still showed no sign of easing, became anxious as well. He stretched out his little hand and took out a small sword pendant hidden in his sleeve and gave it to the Fourth Master: "Give it to Father. It will make Father happy."
Everyone: “…”
Wow, I didn’t expect that he would be so aware of the current situation when he was just one year old?
I just always feel that the scene in front of me is a little weird.
In other families, which child wouldn't be most afraid of their own father? Why is it that in the Fourth Master's residence, this child is even more afraid of the extremely beautiful Concubine Wen?
Is something wrong again?
Almost instantly, everyone around him shifted their attention to Wen Jiu.
There was a screen between the male and female relatives, but the screen was not too clear. Wenjiu was sitting in the front row, so at least Emperor Kangxi and several important ministers around him, including the princes, could see Wenjiu.
Wen Jiu naturally knew what kind of person her son was, so she lowered her head silently, pretending to be a quail and not saying a word.
Sibao was in the arms of the Fourth Master at the moment. He looked around quietly, and when he saw Wenjiu, he didn't see him. He immediately grinned and reached out to pull the sword pendant back from his father's hand.
The Fourth Master gritted his teeth: "Good! Very good!"
As he spoke, he carried Sibao over the screen and came directly to Wenjiu. He stared at Wenjiu for a while and then uttered a sentence.
"Jiu'er, look at him!"
The surrounding masters were also stunned for a moment. They looked at the Fourth Master and then at Wen Jiu. Oh my god, is the Prince complaining? Is this a dream?
The Ninth and Tenth Princes couldn't help laughing, looking at each other, and finally the Tenth Prince couldn't help but burst out laughing. Now, several princes couldn't help themselves and burst into small laughter.
Before they could finish their laughter, the Fourth Master suddenly turned around, his gaze icy. The surroundings fell silent. Everyone immediately went back to their own business.
Jiu Ye shrank his neck in fear, immediately covered his mouth, and said incoherently: "Isn't it okay if I don't say it anymore?"
The Fourth Master rolled his eyes at him, then carried the Four Treasures and moved closer to the warm wine.
Sibao was also stunned. He was so busy fiddling with things that he didn't even see his mother.
Seeing Dabao eating cherries beside his mother, he immediately frowned and stretched out his little hand and said, "Sibao is scared, mother, hold me."
How could the Fourth Master do as he wished at this time? He pulled at his collar tightly and only looked at the warm wine.
Warming wine: "......"
When Wenjiu saw the Fourth Master's expression, he knew that he was really competing with his son today.
He cleared his throat and frowned at Sibao: "Sibao."
Sibao paused, then forced a smile: "Mother, Sibao misses you, Mother."
As he said this, he raised a smiling face and stretched out his little hand to warm the wine: "Sibao, you want to eat some fruit too."
Wen Jiu glanced at Si Ye's face, then at Si Bao, and finally coughed lightly: "Si Bao, you made Ama angry, and now you can't eat Guo Guo."
When Sibao heard this, he immediately pursed his lips and tearfully sipped the wine, "Mother, wuwuwu..."
"Mother, give Dabao's to my younger brother." Dabao frowned and looked at Sibao. He stretched out his hand to pat his younger brother soothingly, but he couldn't reach him. So he patted Siye directly and then struggled to hand over the cherry meat that was still dipped in saliva.
"No, wuwu, mother, I want mother's Guoguo..." Sibao suddenly opened his voice.
"Oh." After listening to this, Dabao turned around and carefully stuffed the fruit flesh into his mouth again, eating it happily.
It successfully made Sibao cry louder.
"There's no point in pretending to cry." Wen Jiu took Sibao from the Fourth Master's arms and let her sit steadily between him and the Crown Princess.
Then he looked at the Fourth Master with a smile and said, "Master, leave the child to Jiu'er. You go and do your work first."
Seeing that the Fourth Master didn't move, Wen Jiu gently pushed him again: "Master, Erbao needs to be woken up quickly."
The Fourth Master looked at Sibao who was sitting upright, snorted coldly, squeezed the hand that was warming the wine, turned around and left, and picked up Dabao beside him.
Dabao was inexplicably taken away from his mother, and he frowned for a moment.
Looking at his face that was obviously unhappy, Dabao blinked twice, looked around, looked around, and immediately stretched out his hand.
"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine!"
Jiu Ye was just watching the fun, and he never expected to be summoned by his own nephew. He was stunned for a moment: "You...you...you know that I am your uncle?"
Dabao blinked and said, "Uncle Jiu is handsome. Give me a hug."
Upon hearing this, Jiu Ye smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed: "Good nephew, come here, let Uncle Jiu hug you."
"Fourth brother, give it to me." Jiu Ye said, and he snatched Da Bao from Fourth Master's arms. He looked at Da Bao with great admiration and said, "Such a little kid, how did he know I was Uncle Jiu's? The last time I saw him, he couldn't even speak."
"Dabao, look, who's better, your ninth uncle or your third uncle?" The third uncle was looking anxiously at the side, and immediately came forward, waving his fan in a dashing manner.
Dabao looked at the Third Master several times and then said, "Third Uncle, are you cold?"
The cool Third Master paused with his fan in his hand: "What... did you say?"
Dabao: "Uncle San, mother said it's too cold and we don't need a fan."
Seeing that the Third Master still didn't put it down, Dabao frowned and said, "Third Uncle, be good and put it down."
Third Master: “…”
"Pfft," Jiu Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud: "This kid has become a spirit!"
The Third Master looked at Dabao with a bitter face, but finally he obediently put away the fan.
"This kid is really smart. My Hongqing is already quite smart, but when he was one year old, he could only understand a few words. This kid can actually speak so fluently."
Jiu Ye nodded in agreement: "That's right."
As soon as these words came out, the third master beside him rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, how can you talk like that? He's your nephew, how can you say such things?"
Jiu Ye: "...What did I say?"
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