"Yeah, listening to the words of the Lord Long Live and the Empress, when the young master He comes back, he will be crowned the king of the county," the chief eunuch nodded, and couldn't help but sigh, "The empress really treats young master He very kindly." , raised little Mr. He to grow up with one hand, there is no difference between Mr. He and the prince and princess, and he really treats him as his own."
"Little Mr. He treats the empress and the prince and princess well. When Mr. He was not sensible, he knew how to beat the back and legs of the Long Live Lord every day. It can be seen that he is filial. It is no wonder that the Long Live Lord has always treated him. I love you so much," the maid in charge said with a smile, and then said after a pause, "But having said that, Mr. He is ten years old this year, and he is going to be canonized as a county king again. I'm afraid it's not far from marriage. right?"
"Yeah, I don't know which noble lady has such a good fortune. If she can marry Mr. He, she will really fall into the nest of blessings!" The chief eunuch said with emotion.
"Wow!"
The two were talking, when suddenly they heard a loud cry from the field, and the two trotted in too busy to see the prince Zhong Yuanrui sitting in the mud and crying loudly, but he was in the mud After playing crazy like this for a long time, my whole body was covered with mud, even my small face was covered with mud. At this time, the tears came rushing down, and there were two fine white marks, it was pitiful and cute.
"What's the matter? Prince, what's the matter with you?" The maid in charge was so distressed that she hurried over and went to wipe the little prince's face with a handkerchief, while asking anxiously, "Where did the prince hurt? Tell the servant girl , I will invite you to the imperial physician..."
"No! It doesn't hurt! And... don't want to be an imperial doctor!" As a result, the little prince cried even louder when he heard the word imperial doctor, he was out of breath, "I...I hate Uncle Qin, he, The medicine he boiled is so bitter! I... I don't want to see him! Just don't!"
"Hmph! Nothing!" The little princess Zhong Tiantian, who squatted aside and was digging soil with a shovel and put it into a small white jade bowl, stared at the wailing prince with distaste, and lowered her head to dig. soiled.
"Wow!" The next second, the little prince wailed again, pointing to the little jade bowl in the little princess's hand and complaining to the maid in charge, "She... her own bowl is broken! Come and grab my bowl! I If I don’t give it to her, she, she will kick me to the ground! Wow!”
Maid in charge: "..."
"Rui'er, why don't you use my bowl?" Pang Nian, who was squatting silently digging the soil, brought the small bowl in his hand to the little prince, "Look, my bowl is cheaper than yours." Larger, can hold more soil."
"I don't want it! I want my bowl!" The little prince slapped the small bowl handed in front of him and dropped it to the ground, kicking his legs on the ground, "I want my bowl!"
"Then you should go and get it." Pang Nianqin silently picked up his bowl, glanced at the little prince, then looked at the little princess, and then said expressionlessly, "It's in Tiantian's hands, you Just go get it."
"Wow!" After a short pause, the little prince cried and fell into the arms of the maid in charge.
"Brother Nianqin, ignore him, he's just a crybaby!" Zhong Tiantian gave Zhong Yuanrui a disgusted look, then ran up to Pang Nianqin with a shovel in one hand and a small bowl in the other and sat down, "Come on! Brother Nianqin, let's go together Make steamed buns!"
"Okay." Pang Nian said with a smile, he was so busy digging soil into the bowl with Zhong Yuanrui, and when the bowl was full of soil, the two slammed the bowl on the ground again, then closed their eyes and tapped the small bowl with their fingers , I heard Zhong Tiantian begin to sing crisply.
"Steamed steamed buns, steamed steamed buns, steamed steamed buns, one mouthful for father, one mouthful for mother, and the remaining one for him, waiting for him, looking forward to him, come to our house in eight sedan chairs, covered with fiery red hijab, embroidered shoes on the feet, from now on, the steamed buns will also be paired..."