Jun Beicheng is no exception. Since he caught her last time, she has honestly never left the house by herself.
She is so well-behaved these days that she seems to have settled down to stay in Prince Zhan's Mansion. If she wants to go out, she should go. Anyway, the child is here and she can't run away.
"Of course. When have I ever restricted your freedom? This is a palace, not a prison. You can do whatever you want."
Ah! A duplicitous dog man! The smelly stone that cannot be heated!
She claims that her freedom is not restricted, but people are watching her wherever she goes and what she does. How is this different from going to jail?
Forget it, trust has to be built up little by little. Take your time. Tomorrow, you can only find a way to get away from the people in the palace and go to the appointment.
After getting the injection, she packed her things and prepared to leave: "Your Majesty, please go to bed early. If the cook doesn't know how to make medicinal food tomorrow, I will make it myself and deliver it to you."
After saying that, she felt that she was trying too hard to please. What could the cook in the palace not do?
But what she didn't expect was that her little trick turned out to be particularly effective.
Jun Beicheng was in a good mood and planned to give her a holiday, so he didn't force her to stay: "Go ahead."
Unexpectedly, Shen Zhaoning stepped back with a smile on his front legs, but he began to wonder in his back legs: How many times has this happened? Is it empty? My pulse was a little weak just now...
Fortunately, Jun Beicheng couldn't hear her mental activities, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would vomit blood and would have taken her back and punished her severely.
After everyone left the courtyard, Jun Beicheng called Ah You: "Tell the cooks in the house that they don't know how to make medicinal meals."
Since some people want to be courteous, of course he accepts it.
Ah You's face looked even more worried than usual. What does it mean that the cook in the house can't make medicinal meals? Why can't he understand the prince's orders more and more?
But his brother said, if you don’t understand, just do it, do more and talk less, and don’t ask questions that shouldn’t be asked.
He conveyed the order to the cooks in a nonchalant manner, and question marks floated throughout the kitchen.
When Shen Zhaoning went back, Shen Tianci was busy hiding his tool bag. He didn't expect that his mother would come back to sleep tonight!
In order to cover up his guilty conscience, he diligently went up and took the medicine box from his mother: "Dad, is the prince seriously ill?"
Shen Zhaoning didn't notice anything was wrong at all, and poured himself a cup of tea thoughtfully: "It's okay, it's not very serious. I don't know why a prince like him has such serious stomach problems. He won't be like this unless he is hungry all the time."
She said casually, but Shen Tianci heard it. Will the prince also be hungry? He and his mother were so poor that they never went hungry!
But I heard people say that Cheap's biological father used to be away fighting all the time, so he probably didn't have time to eat. It's really pitiful.
Shen Zhaoning went out early the next day and went to the drug store in the city as usual to buy the needed medicinal materials.
Shen Tianci went to Xuan Yu Pavilion. Jun Beicheng was in a good mood today. He broke a branch and wanted to do some tricks: "Teach you a set of sword skills."
how to say? He didn't like this cheap biological father, but he couldn't refuse, mainly because the cheap biological father gave too much.
Not only did he teach him swordsmanship, he also taught him how to read and practice calligraphy, and even provided him with the best tools and materials for making hidden weapons.
Besides his bad temper, he is really hard to resist!
Sorry, mother! He promises to only take the benefits and not recognize his father!
Jun Beicheng's method was relatively crude. After learning a set of sword techniques, Shen Tian was given a red mark all over his body.
He was wrong, he no longer likes his cheap daddy!
Fortunately, he learned it. Jun Beicheng touched the little guy's head vigorously and praised harshly: "What a good boy, you have talent. Go back and practice more."
He learned a set of sword skills in one day, which is already a natural talent for a four-year-old child.
Such a smart kid, is he really the kind of country man? There is something called jealousy!
Over there, Shen Zhaoning waited several times and finally slipped into Wanhua Building and went directly to the luxurious private room on the third floor.
This floor was the place for the rich and powerful, and each room was named after a flower.
She walked to Rose Garden and knocked on the door. Hidden in her sleeves was not only the dagger she received from her son, but also a toy machine crossbow loaded with two layers of arrows.
Suddenly I felt that my son’s gadgets are quite useful, why don’t we stop restricting him from developing his hobbies?
The door opened, and Qiangwei, the top court lady of Wanhua Tower, welcomed her in with a smile.
Needless to say, this oiran lady is so charming that even a fake man can't help but take a second look at her when he sees her.
Her rose red lips parted slightly, and she raised her hand to signal her to go behind the screen: "Master, please."
