After the Boss Retires, He Becomes Obsessed with Raising Cubs

Not only Xie Shen, but even the ministers in the court were startled by His Majesty's action.

"Your Majesty, this...is unreasonable."

When one of the ministers reminded him, Xie Hui first lowered his head to help his son tidy up his clothes before replying with a smile:

"My son is the crown prince, what's wrong with sitting on this seat earlier? I'm tired of watching him standing."

After all, it took at least an hour and a half for an early court, and the ministers were a little bit unsteady, let alone Xie Shen who had just turned four years old.

"Father, my son and minister will not be tired."

Xie Shen also felt a little uneasy, and moved his buttocks to think about it.

When he stood at the head of his father before, like those ministers, he could only see his father in his eyes.

But now sitting on the dragon chair, seeing all the ministers below him at a glance, Xie Shen was inexplicably panicked.

"Sit even if you're not tired."

When Xie Hui said this for the second time, Xie Shen didn't disobey his father's intentions, and sat obediently, and wanted to explain to his father with facts that he really didn't feel tired.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long.

Xie Hui was discussing disaster relief with a minister, when he noticed that his side was heavy, he turned his head to look at Xie Shen who was already sitting next to him, coughed and held back his smile, pretending to be serious, and continued to discuss the matter with the minister. thing.

It is natural to rest when sitting in a casual posture, but imagining that this little boy is sitting upright like this, it is actually quite exhausting.

The client managed the country well, but natural disasters continued. The year before last was a severe drought, and last year was a flood, and disaster relief took too much effort on his part.

Xie Hui saw the little boy next to him who was confused, and planned to take him to have a look when he was older.

Hearing it ten thousand times from other people is not as good as seeing it in person.

As soon as the first month passed, some officials began to prepare for His Majesty's own farming. Xie Hui learned from the original owner's memory that the emperor's own farming was just a formality, which was a bit boring.

Xie Shen was quite interested, and asked Mammy to prepare a lot of new clothes for him, and asked Xie twice a day, what clothes looked good on him that day.

The client curled his lips when he saw this scene in the space, and said in disgust:

"As a man, you shouldn't be indulging in these trivial matters every day, you should focus on the major affairs of the government."

"Hey, tell him to bring the blue one and let me have a look. I think the blue one looks the best."

Xie Hui put the blue one in front of Xie Shen, and watched him embrace the dress, squinting his eyes happily.

"Father has a very good eye, and my son likes this one the most."

The client sat on the chair and leaned against the back of the chair, with a lazy voice.

"Tsk, little sycophant."

Soon it was the day of spring plowing, Xie Shen put on new clothes and boarded the carriage with his father, and went to farm in the Huangzhuang outside the city.

Xie Shen, who seldom got out of the palace gate, felt that no matter what he saw was fresh, he had to stick his head out of the window from time to time when he looked around.

"How can you be like this as a prince."

"Hey, tasker, you support him and don't let him fall."

Xie Hui had gradually gotten used to the client's duplicity, so he stretched out his hand to hold Xie Shen in his arms, and opened the curtain with one hand so that he could see outside.

"Father, do you think that is a sugar figure? Wow, it's amazing."

Xie Hui glanced at the direction of his finger, he is indeed a craftsman who makes sugar figurines, and now surrounded by children, the children jumped up to cheer, it was very lively.

"Go buy a sugar man."

Xie Hui whispered instructions to the guards outside, turned his head to see Xie Shen's starlight hidden in his eyes, and slightly bent his lips.

As far as he could, Xie Hui didn't want the child to have any regrets in his heart.

Some things that I didn't get in my childhood may have been hidden in my heart for many years, and even if I have them later, I can't make up for this shortcoming.

"Father, should we be faster? If it's too slow, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep up with the plowing time."

Xie Shen admitted that he really wanted a sugar man, but he was also afraid of delaying his father's business.

"It's okay, let's rush to live in the palace of Huangzhuang today, tomorrow will be the real day of spring plowing."

According to the rule set by the client, the plowing should be done when the sun first came out, even if they drove all night, they couldn't reach it, so they went to live in the palace one day in advance.

"Father, is farming really that important?"

After asking, Xie Shen took a peek at his father's face cautiously, for fear that his father would be like before and start to blame himself for asking such a simple question.

He could see from his father's attitude that farming was indeed important, but he was curious about the reason.

"Of course, if no one farms, many people will starve to death."

"Do you still remember, Shen'er, that you accompanied your father to the court before, and the time for the next court was a little later, and your stomach kept growling?"

Xie Shen thought about it carefully, nodded his head, propped his chin and began to think seriously.

Arrived at the Xinggong in the afternoon, this side has been ordered to be cleaned a long time ago, it is still cold at this time, the cherry blossoms are budding on the branches outside, and the cherry trees on the Xinggong side are still bare.

The accompanying servants prepared cloaks early on and put them on the two masters.

Xie Hui's cloak is black, while Xie Shen's is light yellow.

Xie Hui was looking at the scenery in the palace, and if he didn't pay attention, Xie Shen let go of his hand first.

Although Xie Shen is four years old now, he still looks like a little kid, wearing a cloak and short legs, walking quickly, running across the corridor and lying on the fence of a pavilion, pointing at a few carp in the green lake water.

"Father, the carp here are actually golden~"

Xie Hui followed quickly, walked over and saw that there were indeed yellow and black besides red.

The carp raised in the palace are usually red for the sake of appearance and auspiciousness. Xie Hui didn't find it strange, but this little guy found it new, and lay there watching for a while.

It was damp and cold in the palace, and a charcoal pot was lit at night, and a low table with a chessboard was placed in the middle of it.

Xie Hui and the little guy were sitting opposite each other, playing chess here.

I taught him many times, but Xie Shen didn't even understand the most basic way to play, and was still playing around quietly.

Thinking about Xie Shen's current age, all Xie Hui's impatience turned into a joke. He also felt that this game was a bit difficult, so he simply taught him how to play backgammon.

This rule is simple, Xie Shen has never heard of it before, after understanding the rules, he played chess with his father until late at night.

She slept late at night, and the next day after Xie Hui got dressed, Xie Shen was still curled up in bed.

At first he was teased by Xie Hui, but somehow he buried his head back under the quilt, only a pair of short legs were exposed.

Xie Hui took him out of the bed, changed his clothes with his own hands, and fed him some porridge, which made him feel dazed.

Xie Hui originally wanted him to leave by himself, but seeing him standing crookedly on the ground like a drunk, he simply hugged him back.

"Well, Royal Father, I, I can..."

Before he finished speaking, he yawned first.

The client had nothing to do in the space, and seeing this scene, he began to complain again.

"As the crown prince of a country, how can he yawn and show no manners on such an important day as his father? If the people see him, what is the majesty of the heavenly family!"

After finishing speaking, he hastily added:

"You tell the servant to bring him a cloak as a quilt to cover him, the palace is too cold, don't catch a cold."

When Xie Hui walked to the place where he plowed with the child in his arms, the sky was still misty and crow-blue, the flags were fluttering in the wind, the wind was still a bit cold in the morning, and the treetops were bent.

When His Majesty stood on the high platform, everyone knelt down and shouted long live.

Waking up by the voices of people like Xie Shen, he first rubbed his eyes with his hands, then struggled to get down from his father's arms and stood on his right side.

On the day of plowing, before the sun comes out, worship gods, praying for good weather and abundant grains this year.

Xie Hui knelt on the futon, took the lit incense from the palace man, and bowed devoutly.

Xie Shen on the right also followed suit, imitating his father and praying sincerely in his heart.

Whether this kind of thing is useful or not is never known, but faith can surpass everything at certain times.

After the blessings passed, there happened to be a morning glow in the sky, and the strong orange-yellow covered the sky, which was beautiful and domineering.

Some guards had already prepared the **** for plowing and the ox for plowing the field. Xie Hui led his son to the field.

For this kind of thing, emperors usually just go through the motions, but Xie Hui did it very seriously, and it was inevitable that he would be a little embarrassed after he did it.

But seeing that his original exquisite dragon robe was covered with mud spots, and the emperor lost his usual demeanor, everyone was in awe.

This scene perfectly interprets the phrase that His Majesty often talks about: the people respect the king.

Holding a small **** in his hand, Xie Shen dug extra hard, using all his energy, and by the end of the day, his inner clothes were soaked with sweat.

When the old farmer came to take the farm tools from His Majesty, his hands were trembling, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"With His Majesty here, there will be a bumper harvest this year."

Xie Hui offered his used agricultural tools with both hands, bowed slightly, and treated the agricultural tools with an almost pious attitude.

Xie Shen stood not far away, looking up at the scene.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand a little bit about the responsibilities that a ruler needs to bear.

According to the rules, he can leave now, but Xie Hui saw that Xie Shen was very curious about it, so he stayed in the palace for a while longer, plowing the land and sowing seeds with his son.

They went back to the palace after going through the process together. The day before returning to the palace, Xie Shen went to the fields to find those old farmers who were tending the fields in the Huangzhuang, and asked them to help him take care of the crops.

When autumn comes, he will come with his father.

Look, it was just a trip to the palace, this little guy has grown a lot, Xie Hui is thinking about when he should take him to see the flood.

Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you remember it firmly in your heart.

As a child grows up, the sense of emptiness in the heart of a parent is inevitable, but as long as the child's growth is meaningful and correct, comfort can overwhelm the emptiness and loss.

Xie Hui is not like the client who puts all the responsibilities on the child, forcing him to grow up because he has to carry so many things.

His way is to teach Xie Shen with practice and principles, and grow up and be wise with him.

The idea just popped up in his mind, but was suppressed by Xie Hui himself.

Looking down at the little piggy who fell asleep in his arms, he felt that it would be better to wait for him to grow up.

After all, like floods, if the corpses are not handled properly, they are most likely to get sick.

Children are not as good as adults, so they should be more careful.

On the first night back to the palace, Xie Hui was exhausted from the journey, so he wanted to take a rest early. After ordering the **** to put out the candles, he just lay down when he heard a rush of footsteps outside.

"His Majesty!"

"Song Guiren, she, she committed suicide!"