The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

The next day, as soon as Si Yu turned up, he rushed into the palace of the crown prince with a gloomy face.

"Si Yan, get the hell out of here."

bang.

The door of the palace was kicked open by Si Yu forcefully, and he went straight to the crown prince's bedroom.

The eunuchs from all directions knelt down on the ground, seeing His Majesty being so angry, they were too frightened to raise their heads.

The nanny was serving the crown prince to wash up, when she turned her head and saw the enraged emperor striding forward, she knelt down to salute and at the same time subconsciously dragged the crown prince back.

Little Ah Yan caressed the hem of her clothes calmly, walked out from behind the nanny, bowed her body and said in a childish voice, "I send my respects to my father."

Si Yu squinted his eyes and looked down at little Ayan from top to bottom, with the corners of his lips twitching slightly, he smiled angrily, "Stop putting on an air in front of me, the memorials I corrected yesterday were all ruined by you with ink."

Little Ah Yan stood very straight with her small body, without fearing the majesty of her father at all, she raised her chin and said, "I don't have any, does my father have any evidence to prove that my son did it?"

A look of impatience appeared in Si Yushu's cold eyes, he stretched out his arms, picked up little Ah Yan, and punched him on the ass.

"Do you admit your mistake?" Si Yu asked coldly.

Although the man restrained his strength, to the pampered three-year-old crown prince, the pain was unambiguous at all.

Little Ah Yan's face was flushed red, her eyebrows were frowned in pain, but she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy, pursed her lips and said in a choked voice, "Father has no evidence to prove that it was the son-in-law, why did you hit the son-in-law?" , father is violent."

very good.

Will you still beat him up?

With a cold face, Si Yu rolled up his sleeves a few times, and slapped him a few times, giving the crown prince a complete childhood.

"Is it wrong?"

"My son is right."

The crown prince's eyes were full of blisters, and it was clear that the pain was excruciating, but he still refused to admit his mistake.

Until Song Zhao received the complaint from the nanny and rushed over. Seeing this scene, his eyebrows twitched, and he hurriedly stopped, "Your Majesty, stop me."

Si Yu's hand stopped, and the crown prince quickly escaped from the bondage, clutching his buttocks and limping towards Song Zhao.

"Auntie."

Little Ah Yan's voice choked up the moment she opened her mouth.

"My son's butt hurts."

Song Zhao hugged his son distressedly, "Be good, Yan'er, let my mother take a look."

The veins on Si Yu's forehead were slightly protruding, and he was obviously very angry. He stared at Song Zhao with black eyes and said, "Azhao, you hand over Si Yan to me. This child will die if he doesn't educate him today."

Song Zhao's face was not good, and he said displeased, "Your education is to beat up Yan'er? Are you responsible for breaking the child?"

"Father hates him, and my son hates father the most."

Little Ayan put her arms around Song Zhao's neck, her face was fierce, and she almost gritted her teeth at the end.

"Just wait, I will grow up and earn money to buy food for my mother, but I won't give it to you."

Si Yu, "..."

me?

He flung down his sleeves, straightened his lips, and sneered, "Who cares."

After speaking, he turned his head and left with a low air pressure.

Little Ah Yan snorted not to be outdone.

Song Zhao, "..."

How can this be father and son, enemy?

She rubbed the center of her eyebrows, carried little Ah Yan to the couch, and took off the child's trousers, which were red and swollen.

Song Zhao brought a medicine box to give Xiao Ah Yan some medicine.

"Does Yan'er hurt?" Song Zhao whispered to him while applying the medicine.

Little Ah Yan lay obediently on her stomach, "It doesn't hurt, A Niang is the best."

Song Zhao glanced at his son's pale face, and asked in a flat tone, "Yan'er, tell Aniang the truth, did you destroy the royal father's memorial?"

Little Ah Yan was startled, then slowly lowered her head, and said in a muffled voice, "It was Erchen who did it."

Song Zhao grabbed the back of the little Ah Yan's head, and said in a pulled voice, "Why didn't Ah Yan admit it to the emperor? Didn't you promise A Niang to be an honest and responsible child?"

Little Ah Yan was taken aback.

He thought that A Niang would beat him up as angry as his father.

But A Niang didn't have the slightest intention of blaming her, and instantly made his eyes red with guilt.

"I'm sorry... Mommy, I was wrong." Little Ah Yan admitted his mistake in a low voice.

"You didn't feel sorry for A Niang, because what you did hurt your father. He was very tired of correcting the memorials every day. You did that, not only increased the burden on your father, but also made the civil and military courts laugh at you in their hearts. Father has no majesty, even the Crown Prince refuses to accept him."

Song Zhao tilted his head and said casually.

Little Ah Yan's mouth grew slightly, and after realizing it, she let out an ah, suddenly a little anxious, "I didn't do it on purpose... I just got angry because my father forced my son to help him manage the government. Ten days off will not be given to my son..."

After all, he is still a three-year-old child, no matter how smart he is, when he gets anxious, he should cry or cry.

Little Ah Yan cried very badly.

He seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter.

Song Zhao watched him cry, and said, "Crying can't solve the problem, what should I do next, don't you need A Niang to remind you?"

Little Ah Yan was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe, and said with a choked voice, "I will confess my mistake to my father."

He lifted his pants, covered half of his buttocks with one hand, and walked out like a pitiful child.

Song Zhao was worried and followed silently.

Little Ah Yan found his father in the pavilion.

At that time, Si Yu was sitting in the pavilion, and his emotions had calmed down. A chessboard was placed in front of him, and he played against himself with no expression on his face.

The child limped and walked over, looked at his father anxiously with a small face, and bowed his body to salute, "I send my respects to my father."

Si Yu had calmed down a long time ago, and began to reflect that he had done too much just now, and it seemed that there was no need to go to war over a trivial matter.

My son is only three years old.

Just as he was thinking about it, the little brat hurried over.

Si Yu turned his head to look at the child's red eyes from crying, feeling uncomfortable, but still said with a straight face, "Didn't you stop supporting you, father?"

"I'm sorry, Father." Little Ah Yan knelt down towards Si Yu with her hands behind her back, her voice filled with tears, "I shouldn't be so angry as to destroy Father's memorial, I didn't offend Father. The meaning of the emperor, please punish the sons and ministers."

When Si Yu calmed down, he could more or less guess Xiao Ayan's intention to destroy the memorial.

His son, like him, held grudges in his bones.

Every grievance must be repaid, and pennies must be compared.

Si Yu's eyes darkened, he got up suddenly, walked to the side of little Ah Yan, squatted down slowly, and looked at the child.

He wiped away the teardrops from the child's face, and said seriously, "Father is also at fault. He didn't respect Ah Yan's ideas, and deprived Ah Yan of his ten-day rest day. He shouldn't have had the patience to ask why and did something to Ah Yan. I'm sorry. .”

Little Ah Yan was stunned.

His eyes were full of blisters, and he blinked slightly before hitting the ground crackling.

In his impression, the father is tall, mighty, and especially fierce.