Chapter 339 Why stick to him? Good looking, love to watch
Worried that the little prince would dodge again, Jiujiu gently straightened his chin.
Yuan Heng's body was completely frozen, and Jiujiu carefully wiped back and forth on his mouth, which had almost no oil on it.
Finally, he nodded his head with satisfaction.
"Your Highness, it's clean."
Yuan Heng seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
Jiujiu looked left and right and added happily, "As clean as me."
Just now, when she saw the little prince's expression, she thought he also wanted someone to wipe his lips, so she went straight to it.
Jiujiu let go of her hands and climbed down from the chair. Emperor Wu Su's hands were always supporting her from behind.
Yuan Heng's black eyes moved slightly. While she was not paying attention, he turned his head and picked up the towel beside him, rubbed off the oil marks on his chin that she had pinched, and sighed helplessly.
Zhao Mingyan looked at this scene and touched his chin thoughtfully.
Li Yuzong was also amazed.
He ordered people to remove the dirty towels and replace them with new ones.
Li Yuzong looked at the father and son sitting on the left and right of the little girl.
It was rumored in the palace that Emperor Wu Su was not close to his only little prince. The rumor was true, but it could not be entirely blamed on the emperor's cold temperament and harsh parenting style.
Because the little prince's temper is so aloof and cold that one can't compare to another.
Young Prince Yuan Heng usually doesn't like to see unclean things, nor does he like others touching his face, let alone Jiujiu pressing her oily little hands on his face.
The tolerance level towards her is too high.
Jiujiu's stomach was full, and she lowered her head to pat her belly, but the pink and blue purse she was carrying was still not full.
So she patted her deflated little pouches with her little hands, making a loud noise.
The two people beside him looked over, and Zhao Mingyan couldn't help laughing.
Jiujiu's eyes rolled back and forth between Emperor Wu Su and Li Yuzong, as if they could speak.
Zhao Mingyan raised his eyebrows and said, "Go quickly."
Li Yuzong sighed and went to the door to ask the imperial kitchen to send the cakes over quickly.
Xiao Dongzi was smart and soon he came trotting back and presented the things.
A whole box of sweet cakes was piled up into a small hill, covering Jiujiu's head.
The little girl didn't rush to eat, but took a deep breath of the sweet scent. Her expression looked so comfortable and relaxed.
Jiujiu leaned against the wide chair back, her eyes curved into crescents.
Sugar cakes are probably the least valuable thing in the palace. Even if there are so many of them piled up in front of you, they are not as precious as a corner of the gold and jade bowls and plates that hold the food.
Yuan Heng rarely saw people looking so satisfied with their food.
This made him curious about the taste of the cake.
Jiujiu waved her little hand, picked up a piece of sugar cake, and peeled off the oil paper. The fragrant aroma wafted out, attracting the attention of the people sitting on her left and right to her chubby little hand.
Jiujiu pinched the candy cake, looked left and right, and shook his little head like a rattle.
It seemed as if he was thinking about who to give the food to first.
Zhao Mingyan and his "rival" looked at each other, and Yuan Heng said, "I don't like sweets."
It's just that the cake looked particularly tempting when held in Jiujiu's hand.
Jiujiu raised her hand and pointed it towards Emperor Wu Su. When Zhao Mingyan lowered his head slightly and was about to cooperate with her to eat.
But the little girl turned around and unexpectedly stuffed the pastry into Yuan Heng's mouth.
Zhao Mingyan raised his eyebrows.
The sweet taste melted between his lips and tongue, and the halo in Yuan Heng's eyes expanded exponentially.
"Eating sweets makes me feel good. My mother said that children should not be picky eaters. They should eat everything."
Hearing that it was Ji Qingwu who said this, Yuan Heng nodded, thinking that this made a lot of sense.
While Jiujiu pushed the cakes on the table towards herself and the little prince, she also kept an eye on the emperor who looked unhappy.
The pink little mouth opened and closed as she explained, "Mother also said that adults can't eat sweets. Eating too much will make you sick."
Zhao Mingyan snorted coldly, what a twisted logic.
*
The meal time passed quickly, so quickly that Emperor Wu Su felt that the water clock was broken again and half an hour had passed in the blink of an eye.
More than a dozen ministers gathered at the gate of the Qinzheng Hall, and a few of them had not yet arrived, so Emperor Wu Su asked them to wait outside the gate.
Children have their own unique way of warming up their emotions.
Jiujiu quickly moved closer to the little prince, and her biased behavior became more and more obvious, until she almost squeezed onto Yuan Heng's chair.
Zhao Mingyan reached out his long arm and pulled her back to his side: "Why do you keep clinging to him?"
Yuan Heng tilted his head and looked over, also waiting for Jiujiu's answer.
The little girl said simply: "Because it's beautiful, I want to take a closer look, and after looking at it for a long time, I still feel..."
She thought about the feeling and said, "It's a bit like my mother."
It's warm and fragrant, and I can't help but want to get closer.
Hearing her words, Yuan Heng frowned and looked at Emperor Wu Su's reaction first, but couldn't see anything.
He turned his head, clenched his little hands tightly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that a clue had been found.
My heart was pounding. When I saw Ji Qingwu and heard the strange feeling of Jiujiu, I suddenly found a reasonable explanation.
Li Yuzong came in from outside the palace and asked carefully, "Your Majesty, the adults who are coming to see you have all arrived. Do you want to call them in now?"
Zhao Mingyan looked at the two little guys and opened his mouth to say something.
Jiujiu said listlessly, "I want to sleep."
The little girl's eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds and were wrinkled into several layers due to sleepiness.
*
When the court officials came in, Emperor Wu Su had already sat on the throne, wearing a dragon robe and jade crown, and looking as majestic as ever.
When the old official from the Imperial Observatory came in, he shed tears on the gold bricks and knelt on the ground crying uncontrollably.
"Your Majesty...you finally woke up...Beili is saved..."
A group of people knelt down behind them, with voices of sorrow and excitement. For a moment, the noise in the hall was as chaotic as a busy market in the morning.
Emperor Wu Su had seen this scene countless times today, some of which were genuine and some were fake.
Zhao Mingyan was somewhat surprised when he saw Li Chengxun standing in the corner of the crowd.
He deliberately spread the news of his assassination in order to test everyone's reaction.
As Qingyun's consort, Li Chengxun did not defect to the Queen Mother and even dared to confront Wei Ting and Su Fengyue in the court. He was a rare neutral minister and he also pushed Lu Juan forward, showing some courage and insight.
The old ministers' cries became louder and louder, as if they wanted to send the emperor away on the spot.
Zhao Mingyan waved his hands impatiently, and Li Yuzong immediately stepped forward to help these old people up one by one.
He persuaded her, "Stop crying. Your Majesty is in good health now. Today we are busy with business, so let's talk about business first."
They stood in two rows in the hall, with Lu Juan and Duan Mingfeng on the left and right. They noticed something was wrong when they entered the hall.
Because there was another small table to the right of the emperor's desk, the young prince Yuan Heng was sitting upright behind the table, his jade-colored face full of royal majesty.
But there was no sign of Jiujiu.
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