Crying, shouting, swearing......

There is already chaos in the harem!

Zhao Gou's face turned pale, and he helped Concubine Pan Xian, who had just woken up, to sit on the edge of the dragon bed, and raised his eyebrows at the palace maid and Pan Yongshou who were kneeling on the ground, "What the hell is going on, didn't you say that the prince woke up?" ”

Concubine Pan Xian leaned over the prince and cried loudly, Pan Yongshou burst into tears, "Your Majesty, the prince did wake up just now, but ...... But ......"

"But what?" Zhao Gou felt that his whole body was on fire.

Pan Yongshou wiped a handful of tears, "Just now the minister asked someone to call Niangniang over, and the two palace maids tripped over the golden furnace, and the golden furnace fell to the ground, and suddenly there was a sound, and the prince was ...... And the convulsions passed! When he had finished speaking, he began to cry.

The two palace maids who had caused trouble had already fainted with fright.

"You ...... You ......" Zhao Gou trembled, "a bunch of waste! If the prince has something to do, you all go to the prince's funeral! ”

The palace maids and nannies lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

Wan Linggen is depressed!

He didn't know why he came here, he was still hesitating to come in, but the loud sound of the incense burner falling to the ground not only frightened the prince who had just woken up after a long illness, but also scared him a lot, and the incense ash splashed everywhere, which almost made him disillusioned with his divine light, and he had to get into the body of the little prince in a hurry.

The poor little prince was not so much frightened and fainted by the sound of the incense burner falling to the ground, but rather frightened to death by two things swept up by the divine light of the Ten Thousand Soul Roots: a jasper bracelet and a golden knife that fell out of thin air!

By the time he found out that the owner of the body was just a toddler about three years old, it was too late to regret it.

Because he only has this one chance!

There was chaos outside, and he was distraught, but ...... He couldn't move, and his limbs weren't under his control. The question is, even if it can be controlled, what can a three-year-old do?

Just thinking about him makes him want to cry!

That's right. He really cried!

Two lines of tears flowed from the prince's closed eyes, making Concubine Pan Xian, who was crying bitterly, suddenly stop wailing.

"Son, you...... Why are you crying? Yes...... Wrong! Concubine Pan Xian woke up suddenly, "Your Majesty, Fu'er is not dead, he ...... He's in tears! ”

Zhao Gou immediately pounced when he heard this. Sure enough, seeing that tears kept rolling down the prince's pale cheeks, "Haha......" He wanted to laugh, but immediately stopped, "Guozhang come over quickly, Shi'er...... Is it ......?"

Pan Yongshou knelt and climbed two steps, grabbed the prince's wrist and listened carefully.

The beating of the pulse was slow and soft, but it was still clear from his fingertips.

"Hahaha......" Pan Yongshou laughed, "Your Majesty! Empress! The prince is fine, the prince is fine! Hahaha......"

Are they all crazy?

Wan Linggen gasped. A heavy body pressed on him, it was the mother of this body, Concubine Pan Xian, who was overjoyed.

Zhao Gou danced and jumped up, "Heaven will not die my Great Song, heaven will not die I Zhao Gou!" Hahaha......"

The palace maids and nannies who were kneeling on the ground finally breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't have to worry about going to the funeral!

Wan Linggen desperately searched the memories in the mind of this three-year-old child, and it was blank except for the darkness of ups and downs! This child hasn't spoken since he was born?

Wan Linggen was irritable again. Is it possessed by an idiot?

The feeling of suffocation made him dizzy, and he tried to control the mouth and say a few words. But even the small act of opening your mouth is completely impossible.

Concubine Pan Xian, who was hugging the prince and kissing and smiling, finally found that her baby son's face was getting greener and bluer, and she realized that half of her body was pressed against his small body, and hurriedly let go of Ai'er in her arms, and looked at Pan Yongshou nervously, "Dad." How's it going? ”

Pan Yongshou got up and patted the dust on his body, "Niangniang, the prince's breath is still weak, and he still needs to recuperate, so don't come over during this time." ”

Concubine Pan Xian looked at Zhao Gou, who was almost crazy. Zhao Gou returned to normal under her glance, "You all quit, what's the use of being clumsy?" ”

The palace maids and nannies withdrew as if they had been granted amnesty.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Pan Yongshou bowed and said: "Your Majesty, Niangniang, you should also go and rest, the old minister can be here." ”

"Dad, be careful! If there is something wrong with Shi'er, I ...... I don't want to live anymore! Concubine Pan Xian burst into tears again.

"Guozhang has bothered a lot, Fu'er wakes up, your contribution is in the community, I will definitely thank you heavily!" Zhao Gou's words came from the bottom of his heart.

Pan Yongshou knelt on the ground respectfully, and said with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, Niangniang, the prince is also the grandson of the minister, how can the minister not go all out!" ”

Zhao Gou and Concubine Pan Xian left each other, and only Pan Yongshou and the sleeping prince were left in the house.

Pan Yongshou sat in front of the dragon bed with a frown, stretched out his fingers, and put them on the prince's wrist.

"It's clear that there is no breath at all, and it has ...... How did you come back to life? At this time, in Pan Yongshou's mind, the person who came back from the dead lying on the bed was no longer his own grandson or some prince, but just one of his patients.

"What's going on?" He muttered to himself, thinking about it.

"Huh? What is it? His gaze suddenly fell on the prince's other hand, and the five delicate fingers were clasping two things tightly.

"Jade bracelet? Golden knives? He sighed, "The emperor and Niangniang love this only biological flesh and blood too much, and they were knighted as kings when they were just born, how can they put these things here?" Forget about the jade bracelet, this knife is not a good thing! He reached for it, but found that he couldn't pull it at all.

He shook his head, "It's okay, my Great Song Dynasty needs an emperor who can hold a sword across the battlefield in the future." He pulled the horn of the quilt and put it on the prince's arm.

The crown prince Zhao Fu, the son of Zhao Gou and Pan Xianfei, is also Zhao Gou's only biological flesh and blood, born with his unlucky father and emperor was chased by the Jin general Jin Wushu, and just returned to Lin'an Mansion after a few months at sea, he contracted a severe cold. Concubine Pan Xian's milk is insufficient, coupled with the fright all the way, even if there are no accidents, Zhao Fu will not live long.

Wan Linggen sighed again, not long ago, he was a majestic thunder god immortal, but in the blink of an eye, he became a three-year-old child who had not dried up, what the hell is going on?

The Holy Emperor was deposed by him, and an even more powerful Holy Sect came out to find his bad luck, and even the five thousand ironclad elite riders under him were frozen together. He had heard all the conversations between Shaman's master, the Seven Holy Aunts, and another stranger, but his fate was not up to him, he could only bear it passively.

That's right, the Seven Holy Aunts wanted to save his life and let him go, but ...... What's the deal with running into the body of a three-year-old? Could this be so that he honestly stopped getting into trouble?

No way!

When pigs fly!

Wan Linggen Niu's temper has flares up again, and my life is up to me! He roared......

However, there is no bird use!

His anger was only audible to him.

Seven days have passed, and the prince Zhao Fu on the dragon bed is still asleep, but his breathing is gradually thicker and more even, and his face has a faint flush.

Zhao Gou and Concubine Pan Xian must come over every other hour to come and see each other, and Pan Yongshou will never leave.

Pan Yongshou cautiously mentioned those two things to Zhao Gou and Pan Xianfei, and what made him strange was that Zhao Gou and Pan Xianfei's expressions obviously said that they didn't know about it!

However, Zhao Gou and Concubine Pan Xian were convinced that since Ai'er was safe, these two things would inevitably be blessed by God, so they carefully put them away.

Wan Linggen is annoying!

Although he didn't open his eyes, the scene outside was clear in front of him, and he was glad that he hadn't lost the ability to see beyond things, otherwise he would have just closed his mouth and nose and suffocated to death!

Concubine Pan Xian is very beautiful, although there are already thin crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, she still looks good, especially the apricot eyes, which are full of tenderness like water.

Zhao Gou's face is very familiar to him, although it is also full of love, but he is annoying! The thought of calling him dad after waking up made him even more annoyed!

Pan Yongshou is his grandfather, no, it should be said that it is the grandfather of the owner of this body, this old man spends most of the day grabbing his wrist and asking why, as if he is enchanted.

Lao Tzu also wondered why!

During this period, several beautiful and bubbling mothers came to see him, and one of them was still a queen, which made him a little more jealous of Zhao Gou on the basis of hatred!

He was so annoyed that he wanted to go crazy......

On the eighth day, he couldn't take it anymore!

Nothing else, but those hateful palace maids and old women, while he was "asleep", forcibly poured him something so fishy that he wanted to vomit, although he knew that it was very expensive, a pure natural food called human milk, but he didn't need it!

He opened his eyes when his closed mouth was pried open again by the two palace maids, and another old woman poured the milky white liquid into his mouth with a golden spoon.

"If you don't stop, I'll bite you to death!" His eyes widened.

"Third aunt, the prince has opened his eyes!" A little maid saw his open eyes.

"I saw it!"

Is that old woman's name Sangu?

"Dead third aunt, if you don't stop, I'll stare you to death!" Wan Linggen was ruthless, and his eyes were getting wider and wider.

"Third aunt, the prince's eyes are so beautiful, bigger and brighter than the mother's!" The little palace maid had a sweet smile on her face, and her crooked eyes narrowed into a slit.

Lao Tzu, do you understand that this is called a demonstration?

"Yes, the prince looks like he was taken from his mother. ...... with our emperor Not really! Another little palace maid said.

"Shut up!" The third aunt scolded, "If the emperor hears this, be careful of your life!" However, raising a child with a mother is not bad! ”

If your mouth is not idle, can't your hand stop for a while?

Wan Linggen was finally defeated, no matter how big his eyes were, he could only exchange a few nonsense words from the two little palace maids, and other than that, there was no use for eggs. (To be continued.) )