Chapter 11: Pot of Milk
As soon as Chuchu opened her mouth, she gave them a big surprise.
That is the crime of deceiving the emperor!
Jiujiu doesn't know what the crime of deceiving the emperor is. It's all written in the novel of the great tribe leader Funiu. The emperors in ancient times just liked to be deceived by people saying nice things to them. They were all stupid.
Keep dreaming; anything can happen in dreams.
Chirp was really sleepy, but also very hungry.
[Bring on a large serving of milk!]
The cubs are going crazy! Is no one going to care whether the cubs live or die?!
Su Junyao and the old Marquis Su exchanged a glance. This idea is brilliant!
A goddess appears in a dream, a spiritual stone warns the world, a message is delivered from the belly of a fish...
Those in high positions throughout history have believed in these things, and even those who don't believe in them are often wary of them.
Su Junyao snatched Jiujiu back and rubbed it several times, until the baby's mouth was pouting. Only then did he let the baby go in the murderous look of his father.
"Chirp is truly Daddy's little lucky star!"
He turned around and went to the mountain to pray. He prayed at the Taoist temple for blessings for the Great Zhou Dynasty. The immortals saw his sincerity and gave him a warning in his dream. Is that too much to ask?
Chuchu smacked her lips twice: [I'm not your lucky star, Chuchu's starving! Call me your little death star!]
[This is outrageous! I want a bowl of milk! I want my mother!]
Don’t come out to play next time. Neither her father nor her grandfather knows how to take care of a child.
There's nothing better than a beautiful mother in the world~ A chick with a beautiful mother is like a treasure~
The Su family father and son, who had been overjoyed just now, turned green in the face and stared at the little white ball in the cradle in disbelief.
Such a cute child, why does her singing sound so bad!
The old Marquis Su's hands were trembling as he held Qiuqiu, and his head was throbbing with pain!
"This poor child, he's starving!" The old Marquis Su showed no mercy to his son, kicking Su Junyao. "Go and find a wet nurse!"
Su Junyao dared not speak out in anger, after all, his father was still his father. He was a refined young master, and he didn't bother arguing with a roughneck. He reached out and took Qiuqiu into his arms to comfort the increasingly agitated Qiuqiu, whose singing was becoming more and more unpleasant.
"Be good, I've sent someone to warm up the milk for you."
So, little darling, can you shut up now?
Then I heard her father finally seem to understand and consider her food supply, and he quieted down.
I yawned a little and prepared to take a nap until the milk arrived.
Su Junyao breathed a sigh of relief, finally he managed to coax her into submission.
Drinking milk from a basin is better than being brought in by a wet nurse with ill intentions.
After eating and drinking, Jiujiu was sent back to Yun Jinglan, while Su Junyao had to deal with the Yunzhu Tower issue.
After leaving Jingxin Garden, he saw Old Marquis Su standing under a tree with snow on his head waiting for him.
Without Jiujiu present, the old marquis was not in a good mood.
He glanced at Su Junyao, who had rushed over, and said coldly, "Granny Qin and Ningxiang are dead. They took poison."
"How could this be?" Su Junyao frowned. How could things have been so hasty?
The man who escorted the mother and daughter to the government office was a trusted confidant of the old marquis. As soon as they arrived in front of the government office, the poison sacs in their mouths were crushed, and they died before the doctor could even treat them.
"They have powerful backers; the Marquis of Wenyang's mansion is likely to be in turmoil again."
Su Junyao's heart tightened, and he felt a strange sense of calm before the storm.
Lord Su said again, "Don't investigate the matter of wet nurse Jiujiu anymore."
Why?
Old Marquis Su opened his mouth but didn't know how to explain.
This was absurd. When he heard the news, he just wanted to scold his wife for being shameless. If she didn't like the child, then she could just ignore her. The Wenyang Marquisate wouldn't be so poor that it couldn't even support a maid.
She insisted on currying favor with Yun, saying that she had taken a liking to the child and hired a wet nurse.
Yang was originally a courtesan who was redeemed and registered as a respectable woman, but her health had been ruined since childhood due to medication. Her own child died after drinking her breast milk, and when her husband found out, he kicked her out.
She originally wanted to use the job of a wet nurse to enter another family's house and seduce the master to become his concubine, but she happened to be chosen by Wen because of her low price.
Now this ridiculous thing happened.
Su Junyao clenched his fists, his anger filled with nowhere to vent, and finally slapped the tree trunk next to him.
Snowflakes fell from the branches, sending a chill down their spines.
The old Marquis Su patted his son's shoulder and shook his head helplessly: "Your mother raised you three brothers with great difficulty, and then suffered a severe blow. It is our Wenyang Marquis's family that owes her. Let it go."
"When Yun is out of confinement, let your mother rest and leave all the affairs of the mansion to her. I am old now, and after this storm is over, it is time for you, the Crown Prince, to establish yourself."
Su Junyao is thirty-six years old this year. While others have already become marquises, he is still holding the position of heir apparent because his elderly father is in good health.
At first, he felt a little uncomfortable when he heard his father talk about this.
"Father, if you feel unwell, you must tell me!"
Why did he feel that his father was entrusting his son to someone before his death?
He could almost picture his father struggling to stay healthy, paving the way for him and clearing away all obstacles to help him ascend to the position of marquis.
Lord Su had begun to cultivate his benevolent nature, but his eldest son's words broke through his defenses.
I slapped him on the back of the head and really wanted to beat his brains out!
"You bastard, Jiujiu is so young and you already know to wish me a long life. I've raised you for so many years and you actually hope I die?"
"You are such a filial son!"
"When I die, you'll be able to become a marquis, right? I tell you, dream on! Just be a loyal and eternal prince!"
Old Marquis Su had already left, and he was so angry that he trembled all over and turned back to spit in Su Junyao's face: "Bah!"
Su Junyao wiped the saliva off his face and felt relieved.
With his father's strong voice, he could easily live another twenty years.
In this way, the father and son parted ways again.
Su Junyao angrily told Chen He to prepare the horse and went directly to Qingyun Temple.
Outsiders are speculating whether Su Junyao has been a prince for too long and is getting impatient with his new position.
Three days passed in a flash, and the people in the capital suddenly saw the son of Marquis Wenyang riding a horse into the palace with disheveled hair and a dirty face.
People in Beijing: Has he really gone mad?
This is what Emperor Jingming thought when he first saw Su Junyao.
Has this kid gone mad?
When Emperor Jingming was still the crown prince, Su Junyao was his study partner. After he ascended the throne, Su Junyao became his right-hand man. Although the two were monarch and minister, it can be said that they grew up in cahoots with each other.
Emperor Jingming knew Su Junyao too well. If nothing serious had happened, could this narcissistic peacock have ended up in such a state?
"My dear, we can discuss anything. Please don't let it get to you!"
Su Junyao's face was solemn: "Your Majesty, I have come to report an urgent matter!"
Emperor Jingming frowned: "What is it?"
“This matter is critical, but the situation is special. Only if Your Majesty forgives me will I dare to speak.” Su Junyao knelt down and kowtowed three times, bowing his head and not daring to get up.
The emperor frowned, instantly realizing the gravity of the situation. He personally stepped forward to help Su Junyao up, saying, "My dear minister, we have been friends since childhood. Today, I will forgive your offense. Please speak freely!"
(End of this chapter)
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