The little baby looked awkward and pitiful in front of him.
Liu Yusheng sighed lightly, Zhizi Mo Ruomu, her son, courage is borrowed from the sky, and the cow is terribly good, except for their relatives, there is nothing he is afraid of in this world.
"You have a playful temperament, and my mother knows it, but you also need to be measured, too unscrupulous, it is arrogant. You must know how to grasp it, Croton, you are the child of King Nanling, and everything you do is outside. Everyone’s eyes will be magnified. Mother doesn’t need you to be a role model, but at least, you have to be worthy of the word Nanling above your head."
Croton raised his eyes and looked at the mother who spoke to him so seriously for the first time. A little doubt appeared on her small face. Even if you get into trouble, you can be forgiven. Isn't it only a few years of childhood where you can play arrogantly? When I grow up, I won't be like this."
Why is what my mother said now is different from what she said before
He plays as he wants and walks according to his own heart. Isn't that right? He did not harm people.
"My parents have said those things, and they have said that you have the power of willfulness at your age. Even if you get into trouble, your parents will take care of you. That's because we all believe in your behavior. This is your parents' love for you. . But pampering is not the same as indulging. In the same way, willfulness is not the same as presumptuous. The difference between these needs to be distinguished and grasped by yourself."
The little baby was deep in thought, frowning tightly, and the doubts still gathering in his eyes.
Feng Qingbai stretched out his hand and patted the little baby's head, "Those who make big things should know how to be calm and restrained. Otherwise, you will be conceited if you are too confident."
Croton was shocked and looked at Daddy.
"It's late, go and rest. Don't make an argument with Qiqi, he is injured."
"Daddy, what's wrong with Qiqi? Who bullied him?!" When Qiqi was injured, Croton was immediately anxious and his eyes were fierce.
"I'll talk about it later, go on." The man's voice was slightly cold, and so did the look in Croton's eyes.
Looking at each other for a moment, Croton pursed his lips and backed out.
This time there was no argument, nor did I act like a baby with my mother, it was very quiet.
Seeing that his son really went out obediently, Liu Yusheng was worried again, "Feng Qingbai, would you say that what we just said was too heavy? Croton is only six years old..."
"Sheng Sheng, in the royal family, a six-year-old baby can no longer be naive."
"I know that it's for his good to be strict with him now." Liu Yusheng sighed and leaned on the man's shoulder. "Do you think mothers are like this? You know that you should be strict, but you will always be softhearted without limits? "
"Well, that's probably the case with loving mothers." The man lowered his head and smiled condensedly at her.
"Then I can't be a strict mother."
"It's okay, there is a Yan father."
Liu Yusheng looked up, smiled and looked into the man's eyes, drowning in his eyes.
"Daddy, mother, you are ashamed again, I haven't fallen asleep yet."
A soft sound came from the bed, and the two adults turned their heads and saw the little girl on the bed pretending to cover her eyes, smiling.
"I'm still awake at this time, in such a good spirit, that mother is going to tickle you."
"No, mother, Hongdou is already asleep! Hahaha!" The little baby got into the quilt without moving, only laughter came from the quilt.
The couple's faces were tender.
"You and Hongdou rest, I'll go back after handling the matter." Watching the woman climb up and kiss her wife and daughter on the cheek, Feng Qingbai walked out of the tent.
If Wei Zi arrested someone over there, he wanted to interrogate him immediately, so as not to have extra troubles.
Thinking of Qiqi's appearance that he was vomiting blood at the mouth of the flute, Feng Qingbai's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were extremely cold.
When he walked to the door of Xiaopengzi, the man paused, watching the faint light leaking out and the conversation that could lower the volume, and finally did not walk in and started to leave.
In the tent, Croton squatted on the edge of the carpet, looking at the person who was already asleep, his small mouth tightly pressed.
"Cousin, Qiqi has such a pale face, is it really all right?"
"It's really okay, your mother has already seen her, don't you believe her medical skills? When you get up tomorrow morning, Qiqi will be as healthy and healthy as before." Feng Mohan sighed and answered the same for the fifth time. Words, "Why didn't you see it before, you little devil was so nagging."
"Hush, be quiet, don't wake up Qiqi!" The little baby stared at him immediately.
Feng Mohan, "..."
He really convinced this little ancestor. He was going to leave when the person came back just now. Seeing that the little baby had a bad expression, he kindly stayed.
Not to mention the consolation master who has been doing so for so long, he is still disgusted by all kinds of things when he looks back. He really has never seen anyone more difficult to serve than this little ancestor, who is even more famous than Nanling Emperor.
"You said Qiqi was injured by a flute player?" The little baby was silent for a moment and asked again.
"Yes, yes, little ancestor, I have answered many times!"
"You said it might be, but you didn't say it must be."
"... Then I didn't know it at first, but when I got close and heard the flute sound, I could only infer it like this." He also asked the emperor later, didn't the emperor not answer him, otherwise he would be caught Little devil stunned? "But after your father attacked that person, the flute tone broke, so I'm sure that Qiqi's injury must be related to flute tone. Little ancestor, please let me go. Why do you ask so clearly? Adults handle it, you don't need to be mixed with a little doll."
"Is that the one who was caught by me?"
"It may be—" Feng Mohan stretched his tone and rolled his eyes secretly.
The kid will really add gold to his face, don't you know when he is not there? It was obvious that Wei Zi dragged him back.
I thought he was so yin and yang strange, the little baby would definitely respond to him dissatisfied, who knows that after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for any movement.
Feng Mohan raised his head and saw the little baby's face half buried in his arm, and the eyes of the very elf on ordinary days were red.
This is... crying, crying
"Oh, feed my little ancestor!" Feng Mohan was so scared that he fell backward, and fell to the ground, "It's not my business, it's not my crying little demon, cousin, the emperor, Auntie!—"
"Cousin, don't be noisy." The little baby looked sideways, frowning and staring at him.
Feng Mohan stared at the little baby for a long while, got up and patted his butt, "Croton, it's getting late, cousin is leaving now, you should rest early."
The back of the man leaving looked almost like taking the road and fleeing.
The hanging curtains dangled in mid-air for several times because the man was too panic and forceful.
"It's Nanling Emperor, so persuaded." The little baby murmured twice, then turned to look at the sleeping baby on the carpet.