At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The more you do, the more you will be rewarded.

That's right!

Was the Queen Mother's blow heavy just now?

In fact, it wasn't heavy at all. It was just Xiao Ruolin completing the daily task issued by the system.

The system issues some beggar tasks every day, most of which are physical exercises.

There is only one task that must be completed every day, and that is the task of acting like a spoiled child to the Queen Mother every day.

[Daily Acting Like a Spoiled Child Task: In order to increase the mother-child relationship, the host needs to act like a spoiled child to Hu (Hu Cuoyang) once a day, and the task limit is until the age of ten]

Although this task is very strange, Xiao Ruolin doesn't hate it.

After all, it's just to make the Queen Mother soft-hearted and coax him.

Why not enhance the relationship between mother and son and experience the tenderness that has never been experienced in the previous life?

Xiao Ruolin lay on Hu's chest, twitching and aggrieved, which made Hu's heart soften.

Emperor Mingde was on the side, drinking tea in frustration.

It was not wine that he drank, but the tender tea prepared by his beloved wife for his youngest son.

Why does this little guy feel like he did it on purpose?

He stared at his youngest son, feeling very unhappy.

Hu wiped away the tears of his youngest son with heartache and comforted him: "Don't cry, baby, mother will never dare to do it again next time."

Xiao Ruolin raised his misty eyes and said pitifully: "Really?"

"Yes." Hu nodded seriously.

Hearing this, Xiao Ruolin stopped teasing his mother and smiled innocently.

The smile was extremely dazzling to Emperor Mingde, who was immediately unhappy and said, "Little Thirteen is seven years old now, right? He is old enough to take care of himself. It is time for him to move out and live alone in the Tianqi residence."

As soon as these words came out, the originally joyful atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

The hand that Mrs. Hu was holding her little son suddenly tightened, as expected.

She lowered her head and saw her baby son looking at her with red eyes, calling her in a soft voice, with a voice that was extremely aggrieved.

"Mother~"

The call of "Mother" melted her heart, and Mrs. Hu tightened her hand and hugged her son tightly in her arms.

She raised her head and blamed Emperor Mingde, "Your Majesty, please don't make Little Thirteen angry again. He is still a child. How can Your Majesty be so cruel to separate us mother and son."

The tone was full of indescribable resentment and sadness, as if Emperor Mingde had done something unforgivable.

Emperor Mingde suddenly felt wronged. He was just saying it casually.

After all, he couldn't say that he was jealous of his youngest son, right?

It was unfair!

Emperor Mingde coughed twice and said with a wry smile: "Queen, don't worry. I just said it casually. Don't take it seriously."

Hearing him say this, Hu's expression eased a little.

The palace fell into a brief silence until Xiao Chuhe arrived and broke the silence.

Looking at the sumptuous dishes on the table and the three people sitting still, Xiao Chuhe asked in confusion: "Father and mother, the food is getting cold, why don't you move your chopsticks?"

Seeing the arrival of the sixth son, Emperor Mingde hurriedly pulled him to sit down as if he saw a savior.

"Chuhe is here. We are waiting for you!" Emperor Mingde smiled.

Mrs. Hu also greeted with a smile: "It's Chuhe, are you hungry? Let's eat together."

Xiao Chuhe nodded obediently: "Thank you, mother, but I have eaten at Uncle Wang's place. This time I came to pick up Ruolin and visit mother."

Then, he said to Xiao Ruolin who was lying in his mother's arms: "Isn't Ruolin hungry? I remember that Jixia Academy does not provide food, right?"

"Hungry? This little guy should be full after eating the candy given by his beloved wife." Emperor Mingde whispered beside him.

Mrs. Hu glanced at him, and Emperor Mingde immediately picked up the food in the bowl obediently.

Seeing all this, Xiao Chuhe understood instantly.

Since Ruolin was four years old, the father and son often quarreled around the mother. Ruolin relied on the mother's favor to be disrespectful to the father, often making the father unhappy.

In short, the father must have made his younger brother angry again.

Xiao Chuhe held his forehead helplessly. His father was usually very serious, so why did he act like a fool when he was with Ruolin?

Of course, he couldn't say this.

He couldn't argue with his father like Ruolin did.

After all, his father was the king of a country, and he had to maintain his dignity.

Seeing the harmonious and warm scene of the father and his son, Mrs. Hu felt happy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

When the two children were not born yet and her husband was still a prince, there was no such harmonious and warm atmosphere.

But...

A trace of worry appeared on Mrs. Hu's face

Rong, now she is the Queen Mother of Beili. Among His Majesty's thirteen children, her children account for two.

Apart from the eldest prince who died young, how many eyes in this court should be staring at her two children? How many people regard them as thorns in their eyes?

What a bloody storm it will be when the princes seize power in the future.

Thinking of this, Hu couldn't help but sigh, with worry between her brows.

One of her two children is gifted and stands out among many princes, and the other is concerned by the Imperial Observatory.

The two of them are destined to have a bumpy journey. As the mother of two children, Queen Beili, she does not have a strong family background like other concubines.

Emperor Mingde keenly noticed Hu's emotional fluctuations, put down the chopsticks in his hand, held her slightly cold hand, and gave her a comforting look.

Hu felt the warmth transmitted from the man's palm, and her heart gradually calmed down.

This time, Xiao Ruolin did not reach out to stop them, but picked up the food by himself, and did not disturb the two of them tacitly, just like his brother.

Hu's mood gradually returned to normal, and she thought about it.

If even she fell, who would protect the two brothers and care for their growth?

Hu took a deep breath and suppressed her chaotic thoughts.

The dinner ended in a peaceful and quiet atmosphere.

After the meal, the palace maids removed the bowls and chopsticks, and Xiao Ruolin once again solemnly said to Emperor Mingde: "Father, I want to practice martial arts!"

"No." Emperor Mingde rejected him without thinking.

Although he knew the answer long ago, Xiao Ruolin still felt sour and uncomfortable when his father rejected him without hesitation.

"Why? Please give me a convincing reason."

Emperor Mingde frowned. He had been too doting on this child recently, causing him to become more willful and reckless.

Thinking of this, he frowned and scolded sternly: "I said no, it's no, why so many whys."

Hu and Xiao Chuhe did not interrupt the conversation between the two, nor was it appropriate to interrupt.

After all, they both knew the reason, except Xiao Ruolin.

Xiao Ruolin said stubbornly: "I have to practice. I didn't touch weapons before because of my father's face, but until now my father has not told me the reason why I can't practice martial arts. This makes me very disappointed. Since my father is unwilling to answer, I will no longer listen to you."

Ha!

Emperor Mingde smiled: "Without my permission, who dares to lend you weapons and teach you martial arts?"

"Old Emperor Ming! You are too much!" Xiao Ruolin accused loudly.

The voice was so loud that it even reached the ears of the palace maids and eunuchs outside the palace.

Xiao Chuhe and Hu were even more frightened when they heard it. They looked at Xiao Ruolin together, hoping that he could restrain himself quickly.

Emperor Mingde was not angry, and even laughed when he saw his youngest son's angry look.

"Little Thirteen, only you dare to talk to your father like that. Even your dandy seventh brother dare not talk to me like that. You are in a blessed situation but don't know how to appreciate it!" Emperor Mingde pretended to be heartbroken.

"If your father is willing to let someone teach you martial arts, I would rather you be strict with me." Xiao Ruolin retorted with his neck stiff.

Emperor Mingde shook his head and sighed, "You are just spoiled by your mother."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the hall, leaving only a chic back to the three people.

Xiao Ruolin was very angry. He was always so careless.

Looking at the direction where Emperor Mingde disappeared, Xiao Ruolin stamped his feet in anger.

A bold idea emerged in his mind.