Chapter 84 Unable to take care of oneself
It was deep night, but the lights in Yongcheng were still on. Everyone was anxious and worried about the emperor's anger, but only the Liyang Palace remained quiet.
The two little guys lay obediently on the bed and looked at Zhao Yuanxi.
However, the child started to feel sleepy at a certain time.
Seeing that Ziying's head was shaking and he had started pecking at rice like a chicken, Zhao Yuanxi signaled You to take him back to rest.
As soon as You touched him, Ziying woke up immediately.
He muttered, "I'm not going back. I want to stay here with my mother."
The little ones didn't want to leave.
Zhao Yuanxi said helplessly, "Then you two will sleep with me tonight, okay?"
Ziying climbed onto the bed without hesitation and lay down beside her on the right. He gently placed his small hand on Zhao Yuanxi's arm and whispered, "Get well soon!"
Fusu lay down on the other side, covered Zhao Yuanxi with the quilt, and rubbed his head against Zhao Yuanxi's shoulder.
After a while, a faint snoring sound came from the side. Ziying curled up and fell asleep in Zhao Yuanxi's arms.
A smile appeared in Zhao Yuanxi's eyes. The little guy was hot-tempered and vindictive, but he would never waste time on internal conflicts.
Zhao Yuanxi closed his eyes slightly and was about to fall asleep, but he heard the sound of a body turning slightly from the other side.
There was still a candle left in the room. Although it could not illuminate the entire room, it was enough for Zhao Yuanxi to see clearly that it was Fusu who moved just now.
"Can't sleep?" Zhao Yuanxi asked in a low voice.
Fusu's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes to meet Zhao Yuanxi's gaze. He lowered his head a little embarrassedly and whispered, "Did I wake up the eldest mother?"
"No, it has nothing to do with you."
Normally, Zhao Yuanxi would not go to bed until at least ten o'clock. Now it was not even nine o'clock. In addition, the effect of the Ma Fei San had worn off, and her arm started to hurt again. How could she sleep for a while?
"Is Fusu still thinking about Ziying?" Zhao Yuanxi asked.
Fusu hummed sullenly, his eyes a little confused, "Does my father and Ziying have an old grudge?"
Zhao Yuanxi explained the old grudge between the two of them, and Fusu's small eyebrows wrinkled.
He wanted to make a few excuses for his father, but when he thought of his father's anger and his ruthless look, he didn't know how to explain it.
He held it in for a long time before finally saying, "Father is not a bad man."
Zhao Yuanxi chuckled, "Then he's not a good person either."
Fusu's face turned red and he was unable to refute.
"No matter what the truth is, Chang'an Jun's death is inextricably linked to your father. Ziying will certainly be angry, and may even take his anger out on you. Is Fusu afraid?"
"I'm afraid!" Fusu sobbed softly, not daring to think about Ziying's disgust for him. He quietly wiped away his tears and said, "No matter what, I will always be Ziying's brother."
Zhao Yuanxi kissed Fusu's forehead and said softly, "Yes, no matter what happens, we are still a family! Go to sleep! I'm here."
With tears in his eyes, Fusu nodded obediently, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
As soon as the sun rose, Zhao Yuanxi was awakened by a sharp pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw a small foot resting on his nose. He was just woken up by this foot!
Zhao Yuanxi moved away and sat up, and saw Ziying lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his saliva soaking a large area of the mattress beneath him.
Zhao Yuanxi's eyelids twitched violently. Should she be glad that at least the little guy didn't pee on her bed?
Whatever you think will come true. Zhao Yuanxi saw with his own eyes that the color of the mattress suddenly darkened with him as the center, and the hot current was about to run towards him.
Zhao Yuanxi almost took off and stood up in an instant.
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"Ziying!"
The roar woke up the two little guys, and You who was outside also hurried in.
Ziying opened his eyes in a daze and felt something wet under his body. His eyes widened, his face turned red, and he burst into tears in panic.
Zhao Yuanxi felt a headache coming on. He wanted to carry the child away from the wet mattress, but he was powerless. He could only comfort her, "Don't cry. This is normal. All children wet the bed."
Ziying refused to listen to her at this time. He felt so ashamed, especially in front of his mother and Fusu.
Fusu was the same age as himself, and he never wet the bed, but he did.
His self-esteem was severely damaged.
Fusu rubbed his eyes. Seeing Ziying crying like this, he pulled him out of bed and said, "Grandmother is right. I wet the bed too."
Ziying sniffed, "Really?"
Fusu nodded, "Of course it's true!"
But that was a long time ago. At that time, Fusu actually cried even harder than Ziying, but that did not prevent Fusu from comforting Ziying.
At this moment, the two brothers seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of last night, and even discussed together what color clothes they should change into.
Zhao Yuanxi felt that his worries last night seemed unnecessary.
Zhao Yuanxi usually dresses himself, but today he can only let Jang Geum put on his clothes one by one.
Zhao Yuanxi dug his toes into the ground and looked up at the sky helplessly.
A hint of smile appeared in Jang Geum's cold eyes. "Your Majesty, there's no need to be so tense. It's my duty to help you get dressed."
It was abnormal that the Queen Mother didn't allow them to do these things before. Jang Geum still enjoyed the feeling of taking care of the Queen Mother.
Zhao Yuanxi glanced at her hand holding her belt and looked at her dimly. If her belt was held by someone else, she was sure that Jang Geum would be stiffer than herself.
Not only that, what made Zhao Yuanxi collapse was yet to come.
Today's breakfast was prepared by You. Zhao Yuanxi's hands were not convenient, so he had to let You feed him.
She is almost forty years old and still needs to be fed. Zhao Yuanxi feels that if her arm cannot recover soon, she will be worried to death because she cannot take care of herself.
"Mother, do you want me to feed you?" Fusu put down the chopsticks in his hand and spoke with some anticipation.
"I want one too, I want one too!"
Ziying raised his hand. He also wanted to try what it felt like to feed his mother.
Zhao Yuanxi snorted coldly: "No, you don't want it!"
She took a big bite of the big bun that You handed over and refused it mercilessly.
Both children were a little disappointed. They had both been fed by their grandmother, so why couldn't she let them feed her once?
well--
There was a noisy sound outside. Zhao Yuanxi swallowed the bun and asked You to go and see what was going on.
"Yes!" You put the buns back on the plate temporarily.
As soon as she left, Fusu's eyes fell on the bun and he whispered, "Grandmother, you can't waste it."
"Yes! It can't be wasted! Grandma must finish this bun!" Ziying immediately joined in, his little hands eager to try.
Zhao Yuanxi saw through their intentions, lowered his head, picked up the remaining half of the bun, and swallowed it in a short while.
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