After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 87

Finally it was the day after tomorrow, Shao Ze got up early in the morning, hurriedly ran from the East Palace to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and knocked on the door of the hall.

After waiting in the side hall outside for less than half an hour, his imperial uncle and uncle arrived late.

Shao Ze still had baby fat on his cheeks, and his eyebrows and eyes were a little like Shao Guan's. He blinked his black eyes twice, staring at the faint red mark under Shao Guan's lapel.

I couldn't hold back my curiosity: "Ze'er greets Uncle Huang—Uncle Huang, did you get bitten by a mosquito on your neck last night while you were sleeping?"

After asking, I felt wrong again, why is it almost winter, and there are still so many mosquitoes?

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the smile on his uncle's handsome face had faded away, and the peach blossom eyes were covered with a layer of light, which was unpredictable.

It's just that the cold or angry look was not directed at him, but at his uncle, and gave him a hard stare.

"Yes, it was bitten by mosquitoes." Shao Guan pursed his lips, feeling that the pain in his waist had not completely passed, and exhaled lightly, "Ze'er, you change your robe and accessories, and you should go out of the palace." What are you calling us?"

Shao Ze was stunned for a moment, recalling that one day the emperor's uncle took him to court and told him to call his uncle outside...

"Regent!"

A smile flashed across the long and narrow phoenix eyes, Murong Xing's thin lips curled slightly, and he slowly shook his head: "No, that's in the court hall, that's why Ze'er called it that."

Shao Ze nodded with a vague understanding: "Then what do you want to shout when you go out of the palace?"

"Just call me Uncle, don't let others know that we are royal, okay?"

Shao Ze nodded, changed into a crescent-white robe, with a small knot in his hair, held a person with his left and right hands, and walked towards the outside of the palace.

"Where does Ze'er want to go?"

"Go to the teahouse and listen to the book! Ze'er listened to the emperor's uncle—"

Shao Ze jumped up and down excitedly, passed through the bustling crowd on Chang'an Main Street, and suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

"I heard from my uncle that the stories in those scripts are all told by storytellers!"

Murong Xing raised his eyebrows, and pulled Shao Ze towards the direction of the teahouse, but his eyes fell on Shao Guan's face: "Do you usually read the story book for Ze'er?"

"He dug it out from some corner of the Library Pavilion. I have already collected three or four copies from him."

Shao Guan smiled helplessly: "Besides, if you didn't tell him ghost stories before going to bed, how would he know the script?"

"Selling candied haws, sour and sweet candied haws!"

Shao Ze had long been used to his royal uncle and uncle chatting without him, so he looked around and saw a hawker selling candied haws at the corner of the street, so he quickly tugged on Murong Xing's sleeve.

"Uncle! Ze'er wants to eat that!"

Murong Xing paid for three skewers.

Shao Ze finished biting a bunch contentedly, and saw that the uncle's hand was almost finished, and when he turned his head again, the candied haws in his uncle's hand hadn't even touched a bite!

The child licked his lips, and said softly and coquettishly, "Don't you want to eat it, uncle? Ze'er wants to eat another bunch!"

However, the expected scene where the uncle smiled and handed the candied haws to him did not appear.

Shao Ze was stunned for a moment, and heard Murong Xing's cold voice: "I won't eat it, but candied haws can't be given to Ze'er."

"Ze'er washes up well at night, it won't cause tooth decay!"

"That's not allowed, but Ze'er can wait until she finishes listening to the storybook, and then come back to buy it."

Shao Ze was muttering about what happened to his uncle who was not very strict with him.

He just walked a few steps with his head drooping, when he heard a slight sound behind him, he turned his head and watched Murong Xing hand over the bunch of candied haws to Shao Guan very naturally.

After the uncle took half a bite, my uncle leaned over and took the other half while no one was paying attention.

His handsome face was indifferent, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt about grabbing candied haws from a seven-year-old child!

Shao Ze's face was flushed with anger. He had just finished studying "The Analects" and "Mencius", and he didn't know there was an idiom called flirting, and he didn't know an idiom called acting like no one else.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the child ran into the teahouse angrily, climbed up on a high wooden stool and sat down, imitating the angry adults, with his hands folded on his chest, and his mouth pursed.

The waiter in the shop was wondering why such a cute little fairy-like doll came in by himself, and just about to go up to ask, he saw two outstanding young men in Chinese clothes enter the gate together and sat down beside the doll.

"Three guest officers, what snacks and tea do you want?"

Shao Guan didn't care about the fact that the seat was too close to the lobby, and there was a lot of noise, so he just ordered a few plates of cakes and two pots of tea.

"What is the storyteller talking about today?"

"It's Yue Fei fighting gold!"

The waiter in the shop replied with a smile, and looked at the little baby again: "The two young masters brought a younger brother here to listen to the book?"

Shao Ze let out a "puchi" laugh: "No, they are my uncles!"

The shop clerk was taken aback for a moment, and thought that these two young masters looked young, as if they had just reached the crown, but they had a nephew who was seven or eight years old.

Shao Ze seemed to be afraid that the waiter in the shop would not understand, and added in a childlike voice: "Is my uncle good-looking? In fact, they just look young, and they are already married—hmm."

Shao Guan reached out and covered Shao Ze's mouth quickly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "This child is my elder brother's son."

"Nephew Ling is really lively and cute..." Xiaoer Dian heaved a sigh of relief, and after thinking about it, the phrase "they are married" probably meant that the two married their wives separately.

I stopped chatting and hurried over to pass the dishes.

Murong Xing glanced at Shao Ze lightly, seeing the child lowered his head guiltily, he didn't say anything more.

Facing Shao Guan sideways, he said, "The snacks you like are sold in the shop next door, you wait here, I'll go buy some, okay?"

Shao Guan nodded, and sat with Shao Ze for a few moments, when the child shaking his head and listening to the storyteller suddenly jumped off the chair.

"Uncle, Ze'er has a stomachache and wants to go..."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need, Ze'er can just ask the waiter." Shao Ze patted his chest pretending to be old-fashioned, and ran towards the waiter in the shop.

Shao Ze was cute, quick-witted, and sweet-mouthed. The waiter in the shop liked him so much that he led the child all the way to the hut in the backyard.

Teased him: "Why didn't your two uncles bring you here?"

Shao Ze didn't think about it: "Because, I wanted to sleep with my uncle yesterday, but my uncle took me from the room to another room while I was asleep."

"Every time my uncle wouldn't let me sleep with them, my uncle would wake up late the next day and look tired."

"So I just let my uncle wait for me in the seat! Am I very obedient and sensible?"

The waiter was stunned, almost speechless by these words.

After living for so long, he finally saw a pair of live broken sleeves!They are still two handsome and extraordinary rich sons!

He rubbed Shao Ze's black hair in half surprise and half lovingly: "Yes, from now on, you will be like the one yesterday, don't bother your uncle in the middle of the night, understand?"