Zhu Fuli wanted to get out of his arms, but he held her tightly.
"Don't teach your son bad things."
"He's not my son." Besides, he wasn't really a child.
Zhu Fuli just looked at him.
Yan Tinglan had no choice but to let her out of his arms, but he held her hand and kissed her lips, "Kiss."
Yan Chengfeng just stepped over the high threshold with his short legs and came over. He stumbled and fell to the ground with a loud bang. When he looked up, he saw his father's sticky appearance.
He groped through the few memories he had before the age of five, but could not connect the man in front of him with the majestic and melancholy father in his impression.
He went back and thought about it for a long time, and felt that there was a big difference between his father and the person in front of him.
He just heard today that his father had dealt with Prime Minister Li Teng and Minister of Revenue Cheng Yang, who almost controlled the court in his previous life, cleanly yesterday.
He couldn't believe that the person who had fought with him in the court for most of his life in his previous life was killed by him so easily. This made him seem really useless in his previous life.
If my father hadn't died early, would the situation have been like this?
"What are you doing here?" Yan Tinglan was not panicked even though he was seen by the little brat. He asked calmly.
Zhu Fuli looked at the little guy. He had fallen quite hard just now. She was really afraid that he would cry in front of her. She didn't know how to comfort a child.
Yan Chengfeng got up, patted his body, and saluted solemnly, "Your son greets the emperor and the imperial concubine."
Zhu Fuli breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't cry.
Yan Chengfeng looked at Zhu Fuli and said, "Yesterday, the Imperial Concubine said that I could come to see you. So, can I have lunch here today?"
Zhu Fuli nodded, and he must keep his word.
Yan Chengfeng's eyes lit up when he heard that. He climbed onto the chair and sat upright, looking at her with sparkling eyes.
He felt a little disgusted with himself. He was fifteen years old, but now he was becoming more and more adept at pretending to be a four-year-old child.
But it doesn’t matter, no one knows. He wants to win the heart of his savior, the imperial concubine, step by step, and make her accept him as her son!
Zhu Fuli looked away. It seemed that the little guy really liked him.
Yan Tinglan's face turned a little dark. This guy really treated himself as a child.
He brought Zhu Fuli over with her chair and moved closer to her.
Yan Chengfeng looked at Yan Tinglan, then at Zhu Fuli. It seemed that his father liked the imperial concubine very much. This was a good thing, as the imperial concubine would live a good life in the palace.
"My Lady, you really don't want me to be your son?"
"don't want."
"Why?"
"I don't know how to raise a child." If she accidentally kills the child, she won't have a happy life anymore, and she just wants some peace and quiet.
"I'm very easy to take care of. You don't need to worry about me. Is that really not possible?"
"Can't."
"Why?"
"trouble."
"Okay." The light in Yan Chengfeng's eyes dimmed suddenly, and the little guy looked pitiful.
He was no trouble at all.
Zhu Fuli glanced at him and asked, "Why do you have to be my son?"
"I don't have a mother, and I envy my brothers and sisters for having one. I also want to know what it feels like to have a mother. You saved me, and you are a good person."
"De Fei is a well-known good person in the palace. If you go to her to be your mother, she will be happy to do so."
"But I like you better."
"Oh." Zhu Fuli responded and looked outside the door.
The palace maid was bringing in lunch.
When all the food was served, Zhu Fuli looked at the secretary and said, "Feed the eldest prince."
"yes."
"No need, I can eat it myself."
The secretary looked at Zhu Fuli, who nodded. The secretary served Yan Chengfeng soup and rice and then left.
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