After the Boss Retires, He Becomes Obsessed with Raising Cubs

Xie Hui could see the apprehension on the child's face, so he couldn't bear to refuse. She reached out to help him adjust the crooked tiger hat, and pinched his cheeks.

"Really want to see it?"

Xie Shen didn't know the purpose of his father's question, but he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"think."

"Then go, the road is slippery when it snows, let Mammy carry you, the night is cold, go back earlier."

Xie Hui patiently told him a few words, and then personally sent him to the door. After he completely disappeared from his field of vision, he turned and went back to the study, and continued to deal with the previous memorial.

Xie Shen was hugged by the nanny, and there was an **** holding a palace lantern on one side. Seeing that he was getting closer to the residence of the mother and concubine, his heart beat faster and faster.

Most of the understanding of the mother and concubine comes from the mouths of people around her. If it wasn't for the fact that a person serving him had slipped up, he might have thought that his mother and concubine would have passed away long ago.

Thinking of the poor health of the concubine mother that someone had told him before, I was a little nervous.

Soon they arrived at the palace where Song Guiren lived. The palace people who had received the news early opened the palace door after seeing them coming.

Although His Majesty doesn't like concubines, he has never treated them badly in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Even if Song Guiren is just a small nobleman, his residence is very elegant.

There are some red plums planted in the yard, and now they are blooming on the branches. The snow accumulated in the yard before makes the red plums look particularly beautiful.

The closer he got to the courtyard, the deeper the doubts in Xie Shen's heart. Obviously according to that person, the mother and concubine are living a difficult life because they are not favored by the emperor, and they don't even have charcoal for heating in winter.

After hearing that, every time Xie Shen was using charcoal fire, he felt extremely anxious.

Looking at this courtyard now, although it is not as prosperous as his prince's palace, it is not considered shabby.

"See His Royal Highness, the empress is waiting for you in the house now."

The maid's voice forced Xie Shen to suppress all his thoughts, nodded lightly, broke away from the nurse's arms, and walked in through the threshold by himself.

Mammy stayed outside and didn't disturb their mother and son's brief reunion, but the apprentice of the great **** who had been serving His Majesty all along followed him now.

The maid serving by Mrs. Song wanted to stop her, but she was frightened away by his look.

Xie Shen ran into the hall with short legs, saw a woman in a rose-red palace dress sitting on the slum, was stunned for a moment, then stood five steps away from her.

Song Guiren saw the jade pendant hanging on his waist, with tears in his eyes, and when he hurried forward to speak, he saw a familiar **** come in and stand behind the prince.

"Hey, Song Guiren, please be careful, don't poke your nails on His Highness the Crown Prince."

Hearing the eunuch's words, Xie Shen subconsciously glanced at his concubine's mother's hands, with long nails painted with red Koudan.

"If His Royal Highness makes a mistake, no matter whether it is a slave or a concubine, you can't bear it."

His Majesty had sent someone to remind Song Guiren before, but now the **** is following him, it is a reminder and a warning.

Song Guiren hastily withdrew his hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes under the gaze of the eunuch, forced himself to smile, and said in a low voice:

"It's just that I have never met the prince, so I got a little excited in a moment of urgency."

Because the eunuchs who were serving the emperor were watching, Song Guiren couldn't say a word he wanted his son to plead for his father, and obviously began to lose his mind, and he didn't even look directly at the prince.

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In the study, Xie Hui could feel that the client began to point and point at his behavior in his space.

"As a crown prince, how can you be so benevolent as a woman! From my point of view, the Song nobleman and her father should be beheaded together!"

Xie Hui frowned and unilaterally blocked the news from over there. After reviewing the memorial, he went back to the dormitory to rest.

Apart from not being good at teaching children, this client is doing quite well, especially in governing the country.

If it is in the comments of later generations, it should also be a Mingjun.

The rule established by the client in the early court is that every day he goes to court, he does not need to go to court on the next day, but to deal with government affairs. If there is an urgent matter, he can also enter the palace to seek an audience.

After dealing with the memorial, the next day was the morning court. Xie Hui was called up by the **** when it was still dark, and put on a dragon robe and got on the sedan chair.

After the morning court, Xie Hui used some pastries, and there was no memorial to deal with today, so he wanted to see what the little guy was doing now.

It was also at this time that Xie Hui realized that he seemed to have blocked the client before, and hurriedly pulled the client back.

"As a prince, he should be able to read and write early on and practice martial arts! When next year's scientific examination, after the champion of martial arts is determined, I will pull him over to be the prince's master of martial arts."

"My son, Master naturally wants the best!"

Xie Hui just unblocked and heard the client chattering there.

This is definitely the most chatty tasker I have come into contact with since Xie turned to the department.

Now that Xie Hui has only been in this world for a day, many things that he wants to change have not had time to start, so when he went to the residence of the prince, he saw a horse striding in the snow, with an **** beside him The little carrot head who read to him.

Xie Hui gently raised his hand, signaling to the palace people that there is no need to report, and walked through the corridor by himself, taking a look at the little carrot head in the snow.

Although it is winter, it is a rare good weather, and the sun is out.

Today Xie Shen changed into a new outfit. Although he was still young, his Zamabu movements were already very standard, and he was concentrating on listening to the eunuch's reading.

"Shen'er."

Xie Hui waited until he reached his side before calling out his name.

Xie Shen was stunned for a moment when he heard the familiar voice, and subconsciously turned his head to find out where his father was, but because he was too anxious to turn around, he fell directly.

Fortunately, I fell on the snow, so it didn't hurt too much, and some snowflakes got on my clothes.

Xie Hui walked over, pulled him up, and hugged him before he knelt down to pay his respects as before.

"How hard is it to practice martial arts?"

"Father, my son doesn't think it's hard work. As the crown prince, my son should work hard to relieve my father's worries as soon as possible."

Little Luobotou now even speaks with a childish voice, but when it comes to the big truth, it is a set pattern.

These are all tasks imposed on him by the commissioner.

Thank you for looking back, it's still too early to talk about this with a child who is less than four years old.

"I don't practice martial arts today, and I don't go to study. How about I take you to make a snowman?"

Xie Shen originally thought that his father wanted to come to see how his learning was, but he had already thought about the few poems his master had taught before, but he never thought that his father wanted to take him to play with him.

Xie Shen clenched the hem of his clothes with some confusion, although he doubted whether this was the test of his father. But it's really hard to refuse what my father said to play with me.

"it is good."

After agreeing, Xie Shen looked at his father's face carefully, for fear that he would get angry in the next second, saying that he was the prince of a country, but he only thought about playing all day long.

It happened to be a heavy snow day now, and part of the snow in the imperial garden had not been cleared, so it was perfect to build a snowman.

"Let's go, Shen'er, today my father wants to see who makes a better snowman, my father or Shen'er."

Such a big child is very competitive, and he was always on guard for fearing that his father would be angry. Now, after hearing what his father said, he couldn't wait to reply:

"Shen'er will definitely be worse than the father."

Xie Hui carried him to the imperial garden, and the **** who served him prepared charcoal fire and hot tea in the pavilion next to him.

After all, it was the first time for a child to make a snowman. Xie Shen didn't think about what to do for a long time, so he could only turn his head and quietly look at his father.

Xie Hui rarely played such a childish game in his eyes, but today, in order to accompany his son, he was willing to indulge himself for a while.

First I squeezed a small round ball, and then I rolled it in the snow, and it got bigger and bigger.

Turning his head inadvertently, he saw that Xie Shen followed suit, squeezed a ball and started to roll, but he was weak and weak, and it fell apart after a while.

After they dispersed, Xie Shen patiently squeezed another snowball, and rolled the snowball on the ground like his father did.

Because he was still young, the final snowman he made was not that big. After stuffing the longan given by the **** on Xueqiu's head, he turned his head and glanced at the one piled up by his father, his clear eyes flashed with amazement.

"Wow, Father is so annoying."

Xie Hui heard him earnestly praise himself in a milky voice, lightly hooked his lips, and replied earnestly:

"Father's Shen'er is also very powerful."

In the system space, when the client saw this scene, he couldn't help being suspicious, and murmured:

"My son is really so cute?"

Afterwards, Xie Hui saw that after he had piled up the snowman, he couldn't let it go anymore, so he simply pinched a small snowball and smashed it at his head.

Xie Shen, who was hit on the forehead, subconsciously stretched out two hands to protect his head, and when he turned around suddenly to see who it was, his left foot and right foot tripped together and fell on the snow again .

This time he saw it, Xie Hui threw another snowball on his shoulder.

Xie Shen widened his eyes in a daze, and subconsciously shouted after a long while:

"Father? What is this for?"

Xie Hui walked over and handed over a snowball that he had pinched, and began to tell him the rules.

"Look, use this to hit your father."

Xie Shen subconsciously took the snowball, held it in his palm and looked up at his father, shaking his head like a rattle.

"My son dare not."

Xie Hui's face turned cold, and he handed another snowball to his hand, and ordered:

"I order you to come and throw the snowball on me."

Xie Shen's eyes were full of confusion, and when Xie Hui looked over, he subconsciously tilted his head, and replied sullenly:

"Oh."

At the beginning, Xie Shen still couldn't let go, and was extra careful not to throw it away.

But in the end, when he got excited about playing, he boldly threw the snowball at the father. Occasionally, after being hit by the father, he hurriedly grabbed a snowball and chased after him.

"Father, father, wait for me."