Zhu Wuhuan almost died of laughter when looking at these memories!
Ahhhh, I can't take it anymore. I'm almost dying of this little tyrant. He can't even tell the difference between a flying swan and a goose that pecks people in the village, and he even dares to hug someone!
She laughed and asked the system, "System, do you know what I want to do now?"
The system guessed, "Turn around and poke the tyrant in the back, asking him, 'What's the scariest animal in the world?' When he says there's no animal to be scared of, whisper in his ear, 'Fool, the scariest animal is the swan, okay?'"
Zhu Wuhuan laughed again at the system's guess.
That’s right! That’s it!
If he were not a tyrant, if he were just an ordinary husband, she would definitely do this now!
Feng Changye, with his back to her: "..."
Haha, he should thank his identity as a tyrant for helping him escape an embarrassing situation?
I could hear the woman still laughing in her heart, still saying to the system, "Aren't we leaving the palace tomorrow? What do you think about me bringing him a swan when I come back? Hahaha..."
He was so angry that he clenched his teeth!
He tried hard to keep a straight face and not show any shame or anger.
This woman! This is too much!
If he dared to bring a swan back to piss her off, he would have the imperial kitchen stew the swan and watch her eat it all by herself!
Even if he vomits, you have to feed him!
After Zhu Wuhuan finished mocking the tyrant, he continued reading.
Interesting memories are few and far between.
Because the little tyrant did not come to the general's mansion to play, he came to learn horse riding and archery. So he often learned horse riding and archery from the old general.
As a delicate little girl, Queen Zhu naturally couldn't go to the training ground every day to watch them learn this.
Therefore, there are very few images related to the little tyrant in Queen Zhu's memory.
In the blink of an eye, she saw the scene of her last meeting with the little tyrant.
That was... three months later.
That day, the person General Zhu brought back was no longer the four-year-old little tyrant, but a six-year-old baby. It was said that he was the third prince.
Empress Zhu was very curious about this newcomer, so she ran to the attic next to the parade ground and sat down to play, looking down at the old general teaching the third prince how to ride and shoot.
When she was about to fall asleep from watching, she suddenly noticed a figure swaying in the rockery pavilion of the residence of Chen Daxueshi across the street.
She immediately stared over there with wide eyes.
The attic was on a high ground, not far from the rockery, and she could easily see that it was the little tyrant and a young and beautiful woman.
She wanted to wave and say hello, but she saw the faint slap mark on the little tyrant's face.
Did you get beaten? Who beat you?
She silently withdrew her hand, clung to the window, and looked at him curiously.
She saw the little tyrant standing in the pavilion, silently looking at the training ground of the general's mansion.
She turned her head and saw the old general holding the third prince and safely putting him on the horse.
She saw that the old general was sitting behind the third prince, holding his hand and teaching him how to shoot arrows.
She saw the old general patting the third prince's head gently and praising him for being smart, well-behaved and great.
When she went to see the little tyrant again, she saw that he was in tears.
Then, she heard the woman beside the little tyrant whispering something to him. Although she couldn't hear it all, she could vaguely hear a little bit -
"There's no difference between how he treats your third brother and you..."
"What they like... is your status as a prince..."
"What they like is never you as a person..."
After the woman said these words, she glanced at the training ground with an extremely resentful look, then pulled the little tyrant's hand and left.
The little tyrant was staggering as he was led away, looking back at the training ground.
Tears fell down in big drops.
He opened his mouth and cried silently. In his open mouth, there was a small black hole where a tooth had fallen out.
Queen Zhu silently watched the two men walk away, then ran downstairs to find the old general.
She took the old general's hand and ran to the side, muttering about the little tyrant crying in the rockery pavilion.
The old general glanced sideways at the pavilion in the mansion next door, which was empty.
The old general's eyes were slightly red.
"He and I, after all, are just a master-disciple relationship..."
"I'm sorry for him..."
…
After watching this last scene related to the little tyrant, Zhu Wuhuan suddenly fell silent.
Although she didn't know exactly what happened, she could guess about 70% of it.
It was nothing more than the vicious Empress Dowager who interfered and destroyed the relationship between the old general and the little tyrant as master and disciple.
The slap marks on the little tyrant's face and the lost tooth must have been done by the Queen Mother.
When the little tyrant looked at his former master in the pavilion, he was so sad and heartbroken that even she, an outsider, felt sad just from seeing it in her memory.
How could the Queen Mother be so cruel to him?
That's her own son.
He's only four years old!
He just wants a master and some happiness. Is that so difficult?
Zhu Wuhuan touched his aching heart, turned around gently, and looked at the tyrant's back.
She asked the system, [Is he asleep now?]
Without an auxiliary detection system, everything is based on guesswork. [Breathing is steady, probably asleep.]
Zhu Wuhuan felt relieved.
She propped herself up slightly and reached out to gently rub his head.
【Let your master touch you.】
[When you were four years old, what you were waiting for was a pat on the head, right? ]
[Alas, what a pity I didn’t travel back to when you were four years old, and wasn’t able to heal you and warm you…]
Feng Changye, who was lying with his back to her, had his eyes closed.
From the moment her fingers were placed on his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Hearing her voice at this moment, he couldn't help but suddenly open his eyes.
Those eyes were still deep and dark, but a hint of warm light shone into them, as if melting the ice inside bit by bit.
He lay there motionless, allowing the woman behind him to gently comfort him.
That was clearly a pat on the head that only the four-year-old needed.
However, it actually made him, now 23 years old, feel warm.
The swell of emotion in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, and it was about to...
But at this moment, he heard Zhu Wuhuan's next thought -
[Tsk tsk tsk, this is all the fault of the God of Destiny. If he had allowed me to travel back twenty years and become your mother, I would have been a good mother to you, loving you dearly, and pampering you like a poor little thing to death...]
"..." Feng Changye's moved emotions suddenly shattered to the ground with a crash!
The emotions of being warmed and healed, entangled with the emotions of anger, made his eyes suddenly become fierce!
Damn woman!
I treat you as my wife, and you actually want to be my mother!
hateful!
If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll become lawless!
He reached out as fast as lightning and grabbed the little hand that was touching his head, then turned over, held the hand and pulled hard, and pulled the woman who was half-supporting herself and making trouble beside him into his arms!
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