Long Ying played with his son's delicate fingers, frowned and said: "You see that he can sleep better than his two sisters, but when everyone else is playing, he is sleeping, he is a boy, he can't develop inertia." ”

Lu Liangwei naturally knew that his son usually slept most of the time, and compared to his two daughters, this son was too quiet.

But she didn't think there was anything to it.

The child, who was only a few months old, basically slept a lot.

Therefore, after hearing what Long Ying said, she was stunned, "So you want him to start learning how to handle court affairs at such a young age?" ”

"Naturally, he can't learn anything at such a young age, but under the influence of his ears and eyes, he will definitely be able to develop some good habits, which will always be beneficial to him when he grows up to handle court affairs in the future." The dragon martingale also has its own considerations in mind.

Yin'er is a boy and can't be compared with her two younger sisters.

Moreover, in this life, it is impossible for him and Weiwei to regenerate.

Even if Weiwei can give birth, he will not allow it.

The painful experience of that slight birth, one time was enough, and he never wanted to go through it again.

In the case that it is impossible to have a second son, the future of Dashang will definitely fall on Yin'er's shoulders alone.

And he believes that children's education should be grasped from an early age, and in the future, Yin'er can shoulder the responsibility of big businessmen.

Lu Liang hesitated a little when he heard this, "But Yin'er is still so young, won't she be too tired?" ”

"It's me who wants to hold him to review the recital, what is there for him to be tired, isn't it me who is tired?" The dragon martingale glanced at her.

Lu Liang smiled slightly, "The emperor doesn't have to be so tired." After all, Yin'er is still young now, and when he grows up, it's not too late for him to study. ”

"He's four months old, and he's not going to be very young." The dragon martingale frowned.

The corners of Lu Liangwei's mouth twitched, seeing that he had made up his mind, he didn't want to say anything more, as long as he didn't bother himself.

Looking at his son, who was about to familiarize himself with the business in advance at a young age, Lu Liang expressed deep sympathy.

As a result, the next day, Long Ying wanted to smoke Long Yin's ass.

In the morning, he was still quiet, and he also showed interest in the affairs of the court, and he swept away his usual lazy appearance, and he was very energetic.

But in the afternoon, Long Yin suddenly urinated on Long Martingale without warning.

Looking at the wet corners of his robe, the blue tendons on Long Marting's forehead jumped.

Zhao Qian was stunned, forgetting to react for a long time.

Until Long Ying couldn't bear to scold, "Long Yin! ”

He reacted as if he had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly hugged the little prince from his master's arms, one step too late, for fear that the master would beat the little prince's buttocks.

Zhao Qian looked at his master's iron-blue face, swallowed his saliva, and said cautiously: "Master, the slave asked someone to fetch you clean clothes?" ”

"No, you don't." Long Yingtie's face was blue, his body was wet, and he couldn't sit and deal with the government anymore, so he simply carried Long Yin back to Fengyi Palace.

Lu Liangwei was hugging Ji'er and Yaoyao to play on the couch, and she was startled when she saw Long Ying's iron blue face coming in from outside, still holding Yin'er in her hand.

"Why are you carrying him like that, what if he falls?" reacted, and she hurriedly got off the bed.

"Get out." Long Ying didn't answer her, but calmly faced and ordered in a deep voice to a palace person.

The palace people didn't dare to stay, so they hurriedly retreated.

"What's wrong?" Lu Liangwei saw that he was in a bad mood and was a little puzzled.

When he came back for dinner at noon, he still praised Yin'er for coming, why did he come back with a cold face now?

Thinking so, she paused at the corner of his robe.

There was a suspicious water stain there.

She understood something instantly, and was about to speak, but Long Martingale stuffed her son into her arms with some words, turned around and went straight into the inner hall.

Lu Liang hugged Long Yin slightly and touched the wetness on his pants, which confirmed the guess just now, and couldn't help laughing.

The emperor has a high degree of cleanliness, and he was suddenly urinated on by his son, and his mood can be imagined.

However, she was not sympathetic at all, but a little gloating.

She tapped her finger on her son's nose and laughed uncontrollably, "Baby, you actually peed on your father?" It's bold enough! As he spoke, he cupped his little face and kissed him.

The dragon martingale, who was changing his robe inside, heard it, and his face sank a little.

Stinky girl, she gloated!