Chapter 314: Extra 7: Raising a Cub (Part 3)
Cheng Nianying has never been bound by worldly rules. If King Liang dares to mention it, she will nod.
She didn't wait for another day and wanted to try it today.
King Liang walked up to her and carried her on his back.
King Liang was still in his prime, with broad shoulders and a broad back.
He smiled and said, "Dad isn't old yet, he can still carry you, right? If we wait a few more years, I'm not sure."
Having said that, King Liang felt somewhat relieved.
Although he had never seen what Cheng Nianying looked like when she was born, and was unable to raise her step by step... but fortunately, he was not old when she came.
As Chu Lin said, it was a blessing in disguise.
Cheng Nianying responded: "Yeah, not old."
Just like Yuanyuan, she stepped on the palm of King Liang's hand and climbed lightly onto his shoulder.
Yuanyuan tilted her head back, looked at her mother who had suddenly grown taller, let go of her hand, and just clapped her hands happily.
Fu Yi quickly grabbed her and put her on his shoulder.
Yuanyuan was completely unaware that she had almost fallen to the ground. She used her hands and feet to hug her father's head.
With a push, Fu Yi's hair crown was tilted a little.
Fortunately, her father has a very good-looking appearance, so even this does not detract from his charm.
"Let's go! Let's go to the garden!" Yuanyuan shouted happily.
Fortunately, the palace was built with a grand design, which saved me the trouble of banging my head against the door frame.
King Liang responded with "OK" and actually carried Cheng Nianying for a stroll in the small garden behind the palace.
I don’t dare to go too far.
An emperor or a prince cannot be too unbecoming.
As he strolled around like this, the palace servants didn't even dare to raise their heads wherever he passed.
King Liang felt a little embarrassed and instinctively looked back, only to see Fu Yi walking calmly behind him, with no strange expression on his face.
Yes, Fu Yi is a madman, so how could he think that what he and Xiao He did was weird?
Fu Yi carries his daughter on his shoulders.
I have my daughter on my shoulders.
King Liang went back to sleep that night and slept soundly.
From now on, I will never feel any regrets again.
But after that day, the little prince developed a bad habit: he loved to ride on people's necks, and even when he did, he still felt that he was not as tall as his mother.
She naturally didn't think it was because she was too short.
She touched Wu Xun's bun and blamed him for not growing taller than thirteen feet.
Wu Xun said with a bitter face: "My dear little ancestor, if I grow that tall, will I become a tree pole?"
The young prince couldn't understand why people couldn't grow into tree poles.
There were many things she didn't understand.
Why is the moon sometimes round and sometimes flat? Why do some foods taste bitter and some sweet?
She asked questions one by one, and her father and mother answered her questions one by one.
She went from knowing nothing to understanding a little bit of this and a little bit of that.
She is growing up.
Later, Cheng Nianying and Fu Yi took her to Prince Kang's Mansion.
The gate of Prince Kang's mansion was tightly locked, and the hanging white lanterns had not yet been removed. The whole mansion was filled with a dead air.
The young eunuch bowed and said, "Your Majesty, there is no answer to your knocks."
Wangyue climbed over the wall without saying a word, stepping on the stone lions at the door.
I heard a scream from behind the door. It seemed that the gatekeeper inside was frightened by the "divine soldiers from heaven".
Then with a "creak", Wangyue opened the door with force from the inside.
Wu Xun's mouth twitched. "Miss Wangyue, it's not time for us to be assassins anymore. Why are we still doing things the same way as before?"
Yuanyuan loves to watch such tricks the most, and just claps his hands in support.
Wangyue gave Wuxun an indifferent look, then forced a smile at Yuanyuan.
But most killers are not good at laughing, and it's no better than crying.
Fortunately, Yuanyuan didn't despise her and opened her arms towards Wangyue, as if she wanted Wangyue to hold her and fly over the roof.
Cheng Nianying took one look and said happily, "Let her hold it."
Wangyue happily took it and took the child to play.
Cheng Nianying walked in front and as soon as he entered the palace, the servants immediately knelt on the ground, trembling: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Prince..."
They were originally feeling guilty and afraid, but when they caught a glimpse of the white curtain that had not been removed, they regained their courage and even felt aggrieved.
"Prince, you haven't come back to visit the mansion since the prince was seriously injured and passed away. You don't even know what the mansion looks like now..."
Fu Yi said calmly, "Everyone in Kyoto knows that I have been ill for some time and have lost my memory."
Fu Yi thought of it during the wedding ceremony. The matter was kept secret and Cheng Nianying did not mention it to anyone afterwards.
All the officials in the court still think that Fu Yi has forgotten everything.
The servant was choked when he heard him say this.
Then he changed his words awkwardly: "The princess is also very ill and it is inconvenient for her to come out to visit you."
“So I came to take a look today.”
This made it seem as if Fu Yi was the more affectionate and righteous person. The servant said nothing else and could only lead the way silently.
Princess Kang was helped out by others.
After not seeing her for a while, her temples were covered with white hair and wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, as if it was because she often made helpless and painful expressions.
"...Fu Yi." She murmured her son's name, looking dazed.
Princess Kang had thought several times about what she should say when she saw Fu Yi again.
It was said that the villain broke into Prince Kang's palace and killed people. It was a horrifying scene of hell... But the villain had been killed on the spot by the new emperor.
What else can she say?
"Your father was seriously injured and died."
Fu Yi responded: "Yeah."
His attitude was even colder than before. Princess Kang's heart trembled, and she couldn't help asking, "I heard that you have lost all your memories..."
Fu Yi nodded.
Princess Kang's lips trembled. "Having lost our memories, does that mean we're like strangers to you?"
Fu Yi responded: "Yes."
But then he added, "But you are my mother, I know, so your family's food and clothing will not be lacking in the future."
Fu Yi was not close to them in the past, so there is no question of blood relationship between them in the future, right?
Princess Kang clutched the armrest tightly and spoke uncomfortably, "I heard... His Majesty has an eldest daughter, and that child..."
Princess Kang looked at Fu Yi with some hope in her eyes.
Fu Yi did not hide it from her: "It's mine."
That was the first grandchild of Prince Kang’s family.
Princess Kang couldn't help but shed tears: "She..."
"She's here today too."
"Can I see him?"
Cheng Nianying turned around and told the eunuch to go find Wangyue.
After hearing this, Princess Kang gave an unpleasant smile.
But Cheng Nianying's next words made her smile disappear again: "Is the prince still alive?"
Princess Kang pinched her palms: "Hmm..."
She turned to look at Fu Yi: "Your elder brother has not been in good health since he lost his arm. You...you..."
Just forgive him.
Those words were still stuck in Princess Kang's throat.
Fu Cheng also heard the news that the emperor and Prince Danshuo were visiting.
He looked at his empty sleeves and finally decided not to hide.
He walked slowly down the corridor with a gloomy face, and just then he heard the laughter of children.
There are no children in Prince Kang’s Mansion.
In this increasingly lifeless mansion, when Fu Cheng suddenly heard the laughter, he thought he had misheard.
"Young Master..." the servant urged timidly.
But Fu Cheng walked down the stairs and walked towards the child.
The little kid was still very short, and he could barely tie his hair into a bun. Some of his hair was fluffy and couldn't be tied up, so it stuck out like a messy-haired puppy.
She had a delicate face, but her hands were all stained in the mud.
Pinch out two crooked dolls.
"What are you doing?" Fu Cheng asked.
She pointed and said, "Father." Then she pointed to another and said, "Mother."
She was not shy at all, nor was she afraid of Fu Cheng's appearance. She asked him, "What are you doing?"
Fu Cheng did not answer.
But the child just looked up at him.
Her eyes are clear, like two juicy grapes.
She seemed to be born without knowing what sadness was.
Fu Cheng moved his lips: "Go meet two people."
"Why are you afraid?"
Fu Cheng's face darkened. It was obviously not worth being happy about being said like that by a child.
The child wiped the mud off her hands with her dress, then raised her hands and wanted to pat the back of his hands: "Don't be afraid."
But the shot was empty.
She didn't find it strange that this person was missing a hand.
She immediately changed her stance and patted Fu Cheng's other hand, imitating the adults and repeating, "Don't be afraid."
The child's hands were small, soft, and warm. When they touched the person, it was as if they were pulled out of a dark dungeon.
Fu Cheng's expression changed slightly.
The child lowered his head, searched his pocket, and took out another piece of candy and gave it to him.
Fu Cheng took it hesitantly: "Whose child are you?"
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