The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 530 Finale (39)

The huge palace became more and more lively as the two little princes grew up.

Both little kids prefer to stick to their mother, especially little Chengyi, who is like a little tail that can't be shaken off. Even if he can't walk, he will crawl onto Jiang Wantang's body.

But this little clingy kid becomes noisy the moment he sees his father, and especially can't stand seeing his father get close to his mother.

Whenever my father came, he would cling to my mother.

Ji Wuyuan reached out to hug him, but he clung to Jiang Wantang's clothes like a little wolf cub with its fur standing on end, and twisted his round body into a knot.

Seeing this, Jiang Wantang could only laugh helplessly. She touched the chubby little face and coaxed softly, "Yier, be good, let father hold you..."

The little guy buried his face in her neck, only showing a pair of wet peach blossom eyes to peek, looking very smart and cute.

That little face that looked so much like Jiang Wantang, whose gender was hard to tell, melted Ji Wuyuan's heart.

"Come, Yi'er, be good..." Ji Wuyuan opened his arms and said seductively, "Father, give me a hug..."

After finally coaxing her to let go, Ji Wuyuan just took the soft ball and felt the warmth on his dragon robe - it was that familiar smell...

The smile on Ji Wuyuan's handsome face froze. He lowered his head and saw a dark water mark slowly spreading on his ink-gold dragon robe, accompanied by a strong smell of urine.

The naughty little Chengyi giggled, showing his two little white teeth, and kicked his short legs proudly.

Similar scenes occur quite often.

Every time this naughty little guy wants his father to hold him, he's always up to no good, either pooping or peeing on Ji Wuyuan...

However, Ji Wuyuan would always grit his teeth and let him do whatever he wanted.

I also have to grind my back teeth and hold him high...

What can I do if it’s my own child?

When Jiang Wantang was covering his mouth and laughing at the father and son, the eldest son Xiao Chengyao in his arms would know to stretch out his chubby little hands to wipe his father's

Both little guys have been exceptionally smart since they were young, but the ways they display their talents are very different.

Crown Prince Ji Chengyao was a quiet and composed person. He was enlightened at the age of one, reading and writing at the age of two. At the age of three, he could recite the Thousand Character Classic and was familiar with the Analects of Confucius. At the age of four, he accompanied Ji Wuyuan to the daily morning court. By the age of five, he had read extensively and was learning to handle government affairs...

Those phoenix eyes, identical to Ji Wuyuan's, always seemed to hold a calmness and majesty far beyond his years...

At such a young age, he sat on the dragon throne with Ji Wuyuan, and his cool and handsome face exuded a natural awe-inspiring kingly aura.

The second prince Ji Chengyi is a devil...

Before he was even one year old, he could already climb trees and catch birds, causing chaos in the palace.

At the age of two, he learned calligraphy, but before he could learn many characters, he pulled out the Taifu's beard completely.

When he was three years old, he played with fire and nearly burned down his father's imperial study.

At the age of four, he angered several senior officials to the point of fainting in the court;

At the age of five, she learned to sneak out of the palace, gathered a group of followers outside, and imitated others in the pleasure houses in the capital, spending huge sums of money to order prostitutes. When she ran out of money, she put the bill on her father's name...

One thing after another, there is no peace for a single day.

In the palace, dogs would run away when they saw him, for fear that they would run too slowly.

Unfortunately, he was born with a delicate and pretty face, and his little mouth seemed to be smeared with honey. When someone made a mistake, he would call people in a baby voice, making everyone in the palace smile and unwilling to blame him at all.

Even Ji Wuyuan, who was always the strictest, was so angry that he caught him and was about to teach him a lesson, but when he saw him blinking his peach blossom eyes that resembled Jiang Wantang, pouting his little mouth, and looking at him with grievance, he softened his heart and couldn't bring himself to do it.

I don't know who he takes after, but he's so cunning at such a young age, and neither Jiang Wantang nor Ji Wuyuan can do anything to him.

But the Imperial Master was unconcerned: "The Second Prince is naturally gifted and intelligent, and is certainly not an ordinary person."

"As children, it's natural for them to be playful."

How could the seedling he favors be any worse?

So, the national teacher personally took charge of teaching, but after just a few days, he was exhausted from following little Chengyi, looked several years older, and fled in defeat.

This day, the sun is shining brightly and the wind is clear and refreshing.

In the small courtyard of Fengqi Palace,

Ji Wuyuan was teaching five-year-old Xiao Chengyi to read, while Jiang Wantang was sitting beside him playing chess with his eldest son Xiao Chengyao.

In just a cup of tea, the familiar scene of "loving father and filial son" began to unfold again.

Little Chengyao was attracted by the two of them. His pair of dark and deep phoenix eyes looked over, looking at the big and small people who were "confronting each other" not far away, and there was a bit more yearning in his eyes.

At this moment, Ji Wuyuan was no longer the almighty emperor, but just a father teaching his disobedient son a lesson.

Because of the youngest son's naughty nature and his appearance that resembled his mother, Ji Wuyuan had been particularly tolerant and favored since he was a child.

Jiang Wantang looked at her well-behaved and sensible eldest son and knew what he hoped for.

When the eldest son was three years old, he was like a little adult. He was not so attached to his father and mother, and he was independent and self-reliant.

Jiang Wantang, her mother, often felt frustrated and distressed because her eldest son was too precocious. Like his father, he lacked much of the childishness at such a young age.

But now it seems that no matter how smart and sensible my son is, he is still just a five-year-old child after all.

So, Jiang Wantang stretched out her hand to her eldest son. Little Chengyao understood what she meant, put down the chess piece in his hand, and walked obediently to his mother.

Jiang Wantang hugged her eldest son and kissed his cool little handsome face, her eyes full of joy and tenderness: "My dear son, let me hug you..."

Who can not love such a handsome and considerate little boy?

Little Chengyao's face suddenly blushed, and there was also joy in his eyes.

That night, after dinner, when his two sons returned to the palace to rest, Ji Wuyuan took Jiang Wantang's hand and strolled aimlessly in the palace, his eyes full of warmth and doting.

Even though they had children, Ji Wuyuan still treated her as a little girl and didn't think of her as the mother of the two children at all.

In his eyes, she would always be his little girl.

The two of them walked slowly, step by step, to the palace wall.

At that time, the moonlight was like water, and the evening breeze was gentle...

Ji Wuyuan and Jiang Wantang stood hand in hand on the towering palace wall, gazing at the peaceful and prosperous world with lights in every home.

"A Yuan..."

"My husband is here."

Jiang Wantang let out a soft laugh.

Ji Wuyuan turned around, leaned forward, and looked at her tenderly: "What's wrong, my lady?"

When he said "wife", he deliberately dragged out the ending tone and raised it, which was full of tenderness.