This medicine, unexpectedly not very hard to drink.

It's not as bitter as Ah Zhao imagined, so drinking it spoonful by spoonful is not considered torment.

The two of them fed and drank one by one, and the bowl soon bottomed out.

When she took the last bite, Ah Zhao suddenly coughed, she covered her lips with a handkerchief, but accidentally slapped Feng Zi's hand because of this action.

The medicine bowl in his hand smashed upside down into his arms.

Some of the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl also stained the robe.

Zhao: "......"

"I'm sorry." She said sincerely.

Feng Zi's expression was as usual: "It's okay." ”

He took the medicine bowl away, brought the candied fruit again, held it with a silver skewer, and brought it to Ah Zhao's mouth.

Ah Zhao was stunned.

She looked up, and for a moment she seemed to see the tenderness in Feng Zi's eyes.

But when she blinked and looked at it again, there was only a soft smile left in her gaze, where was there any tenderness?

Could it be that he is hallucinating?

And......

She lowered her eyes and looked at the candied fruit in her mouth, and always felt that feeding the candied fruit or something was too intimate.

It's a real mother and son, and when they become adults, they won't make such a gesture, right?

Ah Zhao rolled his eyes, didn't open his mouth, but turned his head sideways to look at Feng Zi: "Your Majesty, I can come by myself." ”

Feng Zi hooked his lips and smiled: "The son is busy every day, and it is rare to have the opportunity to be filial by the side of the queen mother." The queen mother still doesn't let her sons show their filial piety? ”

Oh, according to their previous agreement, filial piety is also one of the imperial images that Feng Zi wants to erect.

Ah Zhao narrowed his eyes: "However, there are no outsiders now." ”

The implication is that you don't need to show it to others.

Feng Zi lowered his eyes and looked at the candied fruit in his hand.

He wanted to say that it wasn't for others to see.

But not right now.

He wasn't sure what she wanted, and he wasn't in a position to snuff out any threat right now.

He chuckled softly, no longer pressing, and put the silver stick down.

"It's the son who has overstepped the rules."

He was born plump and handsome, and it was really unbearable to lower his eyes like this, with a hint of a low tone.

Ah Zhao opened his mouth and wanted to say that or I would let you feed it?

Of course, this cannot be said.

She silently ate two candied fruits, only to feel that this food that tasted so good in the past did not have the sweetness that people loved.

Feng Zi didn't seem to mind Fang Cai's affairs at all, and when she saw that she had finished eating, she took the candied fruit down, and saw the notebook put aside.

"The queen mother was reading the script before?"

Ah Zhao shook his head: "My eyes are dizzy, I don't look at it, ask the literate palace people to read it to me." ”

Feng Zi took a copy of it, and it was written that it was a story about a young lady dressed as a man who went all the way to the imperial examination to become a big official.

"In that case, I'll read the last paragraph for my mother."

Ah Zhao looked at him: "Haven't you been busy lately?" ”

Feng Zixin said that he was not very busy.

I'm busy trying to figure out how to suppress this undeserved thought.

Of course, the final conclusion is: it can't be suppressed.

Feng Zi is not a person who cares much about the world, nor is he a person who loves to wronged himself.

Since you can't press it, don't press it.

He smiled faintly: "I'm done." ”

When you're done, there's more time to come and see you.

Hearing him say this, Ah Zhao didn't talk nonsense, and said very naturally: "I've just read it eighteen times." ”

Feng Zi flipped to the eighteenth time and began to chant softly: "When this spirit dreams arrived at Canglan Academy, he was naturally careful every step of the way, lest someone detect that something was wrong." Who would have thought that there was a scholar surnamed Zheng in the same classmate......"

Feng Zi's voice is low and gentle, like a good hypnotic incense on this quiet snowy afternoon.

Ah Zhao's consciousness gradually fell into chaos.

In a trance, it seemed that some very familiar fragrance was approaching.

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4 more.

There's nothing wrong with five or six stepping points.