Xiang Cheng felt the strength in his hand and laughed again in an instant. OK! The little arm is so strong, the blessing of the country! He was so happy that he couldn't help but put down the bowl and touched his little arm excitedly. He heard that the old prince was like this back then. As expected, the tiger father had no dog grandson and would definitely be a powerful general in the future.

Liang Xuansheng pulled out his arm, and he wanted to chew the wooden box.

Xiang Cheng stroked his little arm, as if he was stroking a magical artifact, OK: "Xiang Fu, go and tell the people outside, the child stays here for two days to take care of him... Forget it, no need..." If the prince has something to do with him, the emperor... "Little ancestor, please bite it gently, don't hurt your little mouth, bite me, I won't knock my teeth."

Xiang Fu felt that the master was a little weird. Whose child liked it so much?

"master."

Xiang Fu turned around, why are there so many things?

"The master is here."

Xiang Cheng and Xiang Fu were both surprised, and Xiang Cheng asked directly: "Why is he here? Isn't he in the yamen?"

Xiang Zhang was already carrying a new fishing rod and walked in from outside with a smile: "The weather is good today, come and see you." His eyes instantly fell on the little man sitting on the big table in the main seat, thinking that this was the prince.

Sure enough, he said that it would be rewarding to make people stare at the yard of the fifth bedroom. Xiang Cheng couldn't help but take the prince back.

Well done, right: "Xiang Fu, have you gone out to see if the wine I bought has come back?"

Xiang Fu couldn't believe it, Marquis's child? It shouldn't be: "Yes"

Xiang Cheng watched his elder brother come over quickly and quickly picked up the child.

Xiang Zhang put down the fishing rod: "What are you doing? Put it down quickly, be careful that he 'played' with you're slapping his head. I heard that the prince is quite like an old prince back then. Is it true? Let me see it quickly." Although he often goes to the imperial study room, the prince is still young and sleeps most of the time. He occasionally eats when he is awake several times.

But recently, more and more people say that the prince is born with divine power. Some people saw that the prince pushed Yugui with one hand, but I wonder if it was true.

"Brother." How can you look at it casually? Then, "I will look like the emperor first."

"Yes, like the emperor, I think the old prince is more intuitive than the emperor, is it really different?"

"It's different. I saw him shaking the incense burner in the imperial study."

Xiang Zhang was surprised that it was real. He thought it was just those people who said to please the emperor: "Excellent talent?"

"right."

"Then why do you do with your highness? Let it go quickly. If you fail... it's okay to hurt your highness or not, what should you do if you hurt your highness? Let it go quickly." No one in the imperial study dared to hold the prince.

Xiang Zhang said that, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch the future emperor like a pilgrimage. It was soft. If it were the imperial study room, he would never have touched this delicate prince.

It's different now. At his home, and he is really curious that such a young child can push a large, solid wood chair? "Fifth Lao, let Your Highness try it."

"No...not that's not good." He was eager to show off.

The two looked at each other, squatted beside the chair tacitly, placed the prince next to the legs of the solid wood full-bottom chair, and connected the footboard, waiting enthusiastically.

Xiang Cheng did not forget to reiterate: "Your Highness was very relaxed at that time, and he must have inherited the old prince's talented magical powers."

Liang Xuansheng was drooling, looked at the two of them blankly, lowered his head, and continued to chew on the box.

Xiang Zhang looked at Xiang Cheng.

Xiang Cheng coaxed his grandson.

Liang Xuansheng was more thrilled.

Xiang Cheng quickly wiped the handkerchief with his handkerchief: "Lele, Lele, look at this chair, is it fun?"

"The prince is called Lele."

"The eldest brother is called the prince, and your highness is fine. His nickname."

"We are all a family, Lele, this name is good, which echoes the name of His Royal Highness?"

"Push the chair first."

The two tried their best, and Xiang Zhang even came on the stage to cover up.

Xiang Cheng kept guiding: "Lele, just push it, grandpa will give you candy."

Liang Xuansheng threw away the box, stuck out his butt, and crawled far away.

The two hurriedly pulled the person back and spoke with great thought.

Lele raised his head, opened his hand, looked at his grandfather in confusion, and then crawled over for a while. He imitated his grandfather and pushed hard with his hands, and the solid wood high-back chair slammed to the ground.

Lele giggled, her big eyes that looked like her mother were shining with a cunning light.

Xiang Zhang and Xiang Cheng were immediately amazed, with great strength! His Highness who had not been hiding far away: "You think there is a risk that the palace maid and eunuch who was holding him would be slapped by him?"

"So..." Xiang Cheng swallowed his saliva: "Most of the time it was taken by the emperor."

"You are so lucky just now. Let Xiaoqi restrain himself and stay away from Your Highness."

Xiang Cheng also thought so. Who can stand it if the child is not ruthless or serious: "Where is the prince?"

Xiang Zhang hurriedly went to see it and saw that the prince had climbed in front of the high threshold. The man stood up by the threshold and turned half of his body outward.

Seeing this, Xiang Zhang and Xiang Cheng rushed over and grabbed the prince who was about to fall, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Liang Xuansheng thought someone was teasing him, and he laughed even happier, and was so excited that he wanted to do it again.

Xiang Zhang and Xiang Cheng hurriedly stopped him.

Liang Xuansheng was a little unhappy. He wanted to go out. He slapped half of his thick threshold with his little hand and instantly slapped a crack in the threshold.

"Ancestor!"

When the two of them took the prince out in a mess, they breathed a sigh of relief as they watched him sit on a thick cushion and play alone.

"Don't bring it back easily in the future..." No wonder the emperor always keeps his hands. If anyone had died a few times, death would not be enough. Death would be a trivial matter. What should I do if my high prince hurts Jingui? Wait a minute: "Who is your prince's eldest aunt?"

"Mr. Zhuang."

"It's the one Xiaoqi brought back from the village, and it's good that he can only take His Highness with the strength."

Xiang Zhang and Xiang Cheng were tired, but were excited to see the prince crawling around on the ground, feeling relieved and tired: "I heard that children with such talent in the royal family have a birthmark."

“Is there any?”

"have."

What to do if you don't want to see it anymore.

Then I won't watch it.

Even so, Xiang Zhang walked out of the fifth room with blue eyes before noon. He probably wouldn't want to have a good relationship with the prince for a long time.

Xiang Cheng was like eggplant made from frost. Two hours earlier, he carried the child to Aunt Zhuang who was waiting at the back door. He repeatedly told Aunt Zhuang: "The child must be handed over to the emperor. If there is no special situation, don't let the wife approach the prince."

"I know." Aunt Zhuang took the little ancestor, carried the master over with her rough and powerful arms, and quickly checked the situation of the little ancestor.

Xiang Cheng felt a little aggrieved: "You..." He was all injured.
Chapter completed!