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Handsome Uncle, what an interesting way to address people.
This was the first time the Emperor was called so, and no matter which word of flattery and fawning of those people, it couldn't match the two words ‘handsome uncle’ of the child.
The child didn’t seem to be afraid of him. Even though he was walking around incognito, wearing only plain attire, he had been sitting on the dragon throne over the years, and he had already developed the imperial might and air belonging to the ruler. When ordinary people see him, they would subconsciously give birth to a fear.
He crouched down.
Eunuch Wei tried to stop him, “My Lord!”
The Emperor raised his hand to block him and motioned for him to shut his mouth. He squatted down in front of Little Jing Kong until he was eye-level with Little Jing Kong.
This child was so beautiful, with a round little face, big grape-like eyes, tight eyebrows exuding some heroic spirit, and a small nose and mouth. He was unbelievably good-looking.
The last time he saw such an extremely adorable child was when Ah Heng was still little.
Facing such a child, no one could possibly think of settling a score. The Emperor couldn’t help but show a gentle smile, "What's your name?"
“Jing Kong.” Little Jing Kong, putting his small hands behind him, c.o.c.ked his head and thought for a moment, then he tugged at the lapel of his clothes and said, "I'm a student of the Imperial Academy."
The Emperor was simply moved by the cuteness of the child.
Every little expression and gesture was too adorable.
The night was too dark, and he didn't pay much attention to it. At first glance, he only felt that his clothes looked familiar, but the Imperial Academy’s elementary school didn’t cross his mind at all. After all, the elementary school students were all six or seven years old, and this little dumpling looked less than four years old.
The Emperor asked with a chuckle, "Are you really a student of the Imperial Academy? How can there be such a small student in the Imperial Academy?"
Little Jing Kong confidently replied, "I am! I really am! If, if... you don't believe me, you can test me!"
Actually, the Emperor didn't know what they taught in elementary school, so he just selected a paragraph from the Thousand Character Cla.s.sic and Three Character Cla.s.sic to test him, which was in accordance with the level of his fat son. As a result, Little Jing Kong looked at him with his arms folded and his face solemn, "Are you looking down on me for asking such childish questions?"
Emperor: "..."
The night breeze of the second month was still very cold. Losing one of his shoes, Little Jing Kong‘s small feet stood on the cold ground, freezing him to death.
He put his right foot on the vamp of his left shoe, but in this way, he couldn't remain standing steadily. He wobbled left and right, and his small bare feet still landed on the ground. He quickly lifted them up again and put them back on the left vamp once more.
It went on and on like this.
The Emperor suddenly felt a little sorry for his little foot.
The Emperor bent over and picked up the little guy.
Eunuch Wei got a fright!
Your Majesty! What are you doing?!
You’re the Emperor of a country, the true dragon son of heaven. How can you just hold a commoner child?
Little Jing Kong suddenly felt taller.
Pointing his index fingers together in the arms of the handsome uncle, he thought he couldn't just let strangers hug him.
But, it shouldn’t matter either if it was just for a while...
Handsome uncle didn’t look like a bad guy anyways.
In the State of Zhao, there was a saying that one could hold their grandson in their arms but not their son, hence the Emperor had never hugged his own sons. Yet, right now, he had a small commoner child in his arms.
The child's body was very soft, with a faint milk fragrance.
"Where do you live?" The Emperor asked nicely.
Little Jing Kong pointed to the medical hall.
It was true that he lived in Bishui Alley, but he was going to the medical hall right now as all his friends were in the medical hall.
"My Lord…" Eunuch Wei gave the Emperor a worried look.
The Emperor said, "It's fine."
They were still near the Imperial Academy, and the public security was still very good. Moreover, he also wanted to see for himself if the land under the foot of the Emperor was really in peace and order.
"Let this servant carry the child then." Eunuch Wei held out his hands.
Zhen can even carry rivers and mountains, how can zhen be unable to hold a child?
The Emperor refused Eunuch Wei and took Little Jing Kong to the medical hall in his arms.
The Emperor had no idea that this was the medical hall where the patients from the bellows accident were admitted. Little Jing Kong pointed to the back door and went directly into Gu Jiao's personal small courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, Qin Chuyu was in the middle of gorging on snacks. How could he expect his father to arrive at the scene so suddenly?
He had a stick of candied haws in his left hand and a bottle of milk in his right hand, looking very pleased.
"Chu Yu!" Little Jing Kong called him.
"Hey!" He responded without much thinking, but as soon as he looked up, he almost choked to death!
Emperor and Eunuch Wei also saw Qin Chuyu.
Qin Chuyu: "Imperial, Imperial, Imperial..."
Eunuch Wei: "Seventh, Seventh, Seventh..."
Emperor: "Shut up!"
The two people shut their mouths obediently.
Little Jing Kong looked at the handsome uncle, and then looked at Qin Chuyu. He inexplicably felt that the expressions of the two were not quite right.
"Do you know each other?" He tilted his head and asked.
It was still fine when he didn’t ask, but now that he did, Qin Chuyu suddenly tasted bad. Growing up, he had never been embraced by his father, how could this boy get to be hugged by his father just like that?
Qin Chuyu looked at the Emperor with courage. Seeing that the Emperor didn’t seem to have the intention to stop him from answering, he cleared his throat and said, "He's my imper… my father."
"So it's your dad!" Little Jing Kong suddenly realized.
In the countryside, people of Emperor's age already had several grandsons, but Little Jing Kong’s family itself had several generations and he had also met Xu Zhouzhou's father (Xu Zhouzhou was a son born in his parent’s old age). Father Xu was even older than Chu Yu's father, so Little Jing Kong's acceptance of this matter was quite high.
Little Jing Kong came down from the handsome uncle's arms, wriggling his little b.u.t.t.
Only then did Qin Chuyu see his feet. It was because he had no shoes that he was carried back by his father. This made him feel much better.
Little Jing Kong said, "Your dad is so handsome!"
Qin Chuyu reciprocated, "Your brother-in-law is very good-looking too!"
Little Jing Kong who didn’t think his bad brother-in-law looked good at all: "..."
Little Jing Kong hopped into JiaoJiao's room, took a new pair of tiger head shoes and put them on.
Gu Jiao's small courtyard was full of Little Jing Kong's stuff, ranging from clothes to shoes to toys.
As soon as the Emperor appeared, Qin Chuyu became extremely tense, afraid to eat snacks or drink milk. He just stood there in a timid manner.
Talking about the two people Qin Chuyu was most afraid of in his life, one was his uncle, Marquis Xuanping, and the other was the Emperor.
In fact, neither of them ever hit him. On the contrary, Empress Xiao would occasionally get furious with him and hit his palm with a ruler.
The Emperor was also quite depressed. Now he really believed that the little guy was a student of the Imperial Academy, and was a cla.s.smate of his own son to boot. But how could an eight-year-old play with a four-year-old child?
And it was already so dark but he still hadn’t gone back to the palace.
However, in front of outsiders, the Emperor didn't embarra.s.s his own son.
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