Jin Wang Dotes on His Concubine Chapter 107:

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==Chapter 107==

Xiaobao hugged Prince Jin's neck and refused to let go.

Even if King Jin wants to leave, he won't let go. No matter how much Yao Niang tries to persuade him, it doesn't work. This little guy seems determined to pester his father to death.

Especially because he smiled innocently, showing only four millet teeth. Even if his heart was as hard as King Jin, he couldn't bear to pull his son off with force.

In fact, he also enjoys this feeling, especially after seeing too many scenes where Xiaobao only likes to cling to Yao Niang. Such Xiaobao seems to have made up for the depression in his heart.

Mr. Liu Da and others have already arrived. Fucheng urged them twice, waiting for King Jin to come over to discuss matters.

Fucheng took the rattle and the small wooden horse and coaxed Xiaobao from the side. Xiaobao just looked at him and still didn't let go.

The King of Jin stood up and said, "If he doesn't come down, he won't come down." He then said to Yao Niang, "I'll be back later." Then he hung a little sloth around his neck and went out.

Along the way, it attracted countless people's side glances. They wanted to see it but didn't dare to look any further. The scene was extremely awkward.

Prince Jin has always been a person who doesn't care about the eyes of others, so this time he was inevitably a little embarrassed. When we arrived at the study room in the front yard, there were already many people sitting there, all of whom were the confidants brought by King Jin this time.

When he saw King Jin appear like this, he was as calm as Mr. Liu Da. The feather fan in his hand accidentally slipped and he picked it back up in a hurry.

It wasn't until Fucheng winked at the side that everyone regained their composure and bowed their heads, and King Jin also sat down behind the desk.

He patted Xiaobao's **** and said, "Sit tight."

It was also strange that Xiaobao actually understood and seemed to let go of his hand. He sat down on his knees and looked curiously at the faces of the people below.

Mr. Hei smiled and said: "Your Highness, your little kid's head looks very smart."

Mr. Hei is indeed Mr. Hei. He speaks Shu dialect as soon as he speaks. King Jin had known him for many years, so he understood what he meant. He was praising Xiaobao for his intelligence.

Mr. Liu Da also nodded: "This boy seems to be precocious, and his future will be limitless."

The others also said all kinds of praises to Xiaobao seriously. Even though they were as thick-skinned as Xiaobao, they couldn't help but blush. Afraid of showing too much emotion and attracting attention, he turned his head and buried his face in Prince Jin's arms.

"Okay, let's get down to business." King Jin cleared his throat and said.

The proceedings began soon.

Most of what is said is about the changes of the various vassals, what mansions they went to, and what they said. These so-called changes are just trivial words, and they are all buried in various parts of the Jin Palace. The information collected by the nail spies. It is extremely trivial, and what these staff and the King of Jin do is to observe the overall situation, pick out useful things from it, connect them together, and obtain useful information.

For example, Mr. Liu Da, Mr. Hei and Li Maotian are responsible for the analysis and classification of this information in the Jin Palace. After cross-talk, they will present useful things to the Jin Prince. King Jin would occasionally ask his subordinates to hand over information and take a look at it in his spare time.

This is different from the confrontation between two armies on the battlefield. The strength of the enemy and the weakness of the enemy are clear at a glance. Even if the two armies confront each other, there will still be various tricks to deceive the enemy, not to mention this kind of confrontation thousands of miles apart. The enemy is in darkness and we are in the open. No one knows what will be done to whom. After all, there are too many enemies.

Just like this time, I can detect changes in several places, but no matter how hard I dig, I can't find out what the other party wants to do.

"People are keeping an eye on King An. He likes to fish in troubled waters. He and the Zhou family...and King Dai have always stayed out of the matter, but I don't believe that he has no ideas. After all, he is the same legitimate descendant. King Yong There is a lot of surveillance there, and I always have a feeling that he will cause trouble this time, and besides..."

There was silence in the room, only King Jin's magnetic voice lingered.

At this time, a baby's voice suddenly sounded: "Grandpa Zeng, great-grandfather..."

The baby's voice was milky and full of cuteness. King Jin continued to talk and patted him. I thought it was Xiaobao who was disobedient. When he heard the adults talking, he wanted to say something himself.

"...the emperor's grandson, don't face him head-on for the time being, avoid it if you can, don't fight for the length of time..."

"Great-grandfather..." He finally waited for Xiaobao to understand these four words clearly, but then King Jin gently pinched his **** and continued talking.

Fu Cheng squatted beside King Jin's legs and asked him in a low voice: "My young master, are you bored? Can Lao Fu take you out to play?"

Xiaobao stared at Fucheng's old face, feeling extremely depressed. He snorted and turned away.

He moved a few times and wanted to play on the desk, so King Jin let him play. He tugged on the rice paper on the desk, and King Jin looked at him from the corner of his eye while talking to his subordinates. After bringing the rice paper, Xiaobao went to wash the pen again, fearing that it would get his clothes wet. King Jin raised his hand and took a small paperweight from the desk and placed it in front of him.

Xiaobao poked his finger twice in frustration, but still stretched out his hand to reach for something. Mr. Liu Da and others below saw that King Jin was serious, no different from before.

Calm, cold, and indifferent, his narrow eyes are calm and unruffled at all. Even the clothes he wore were the usual black, but there was an extra baby in front of him.

A baby boy wearing a duck-egg blue cotton jacket and trousers, fair and plump, with delicate features. When he grows up, he will look like a handsome man like his father.

This baby boy is a little naughty, struggling on the desk like a little turtle, using his hands and feet. He seemed to be trying to pick up something, and his little face was a little red because he was trying so hard.

In fact, someone had already noticed that he wanted to take the wolf-hair pen placed on the inkstone next to him, and even had the urge to walk over and hand it to him. Fucheng also saw it, but he was afraid that Xiaobao would stain his clothes, or even the clothes of King Jin, so he took a considerate step forward and moved the inkstone away, completely quelling Xiaobao's thoughts.

Ah!

Xiao Bao let out an angry shout, and Fucheng lowered his voice and said: "My young master, this is not fun. I will bring you a clean one." He hurriedly took a soft wolf hair from the pen holder. The pen was handed to him.

But he just wants the one with ink on it!

Xiaobao felt powerless for a while.

He originally wanted to get closer to his father in order to hear more news. After all, his mother was a housewife. She just wandered around the house every day and had no idea or knowledge of what was going on outside.

Unexpectedly, after arriving, he heard his father talking to several aides, and he was even more sure of his previous thoughts. Something would definitely happen around the time of the Emperor’s Grandfather’s Longevity Festival, and he felt that if others wanted to do something to his father When the emperor strikes, he will never confront someone head-on, but will choose a relatively weak link.

His mother is one of them, and Ningguo Gongfu is also one of them.

Xiaobao even heard that King Jin ordered elites to target the courtyard where he and his mother lived, but he did not hear about the arrangements for Duke Ning's mansion.

Did the father think that Ning Guogong had his own arrangements, or was it because of his confidence in his great-grandfather and second uncle? But you must know that betrayal by one's closest and least suspicious relatives is always the most terrifying.

So he panicked, not caring about hiding his origins, and wanted to warn others.

But no one listened to him and just thought he was babbling. However, due to physical limitations, Xiaobao couldn't speak for too long, and even some words couldn't be said clearly at all, so he took up the pen. Go write.

After some hard work, he was ruined by Fucheng. He was particularly discouraged and realized that his idea was still too reckless. Not to mention whether he can control his hand to write now, the writing is like ghost drawing, no one can recognize it.

It seems that he has to find another way.

Xiaobao kept thinking about his own thoughts, but to outsiders, he couldn't help but laugh.

The frustrated and frustrated look of a little baby is so adorable. If the situation hadn't allowed it at this time, I'm afraid the few self-proclaimed scheming staff below would have lost their composure and come up to hug him and coax him.

Why didn’t you think milk dolls were so cute before?

Mr. Liu Da and Li Maotian are both fathers. Do you remember what you were doing when your son was that old? It seems that he is very busy. Even if he is free at home occasionally, he will only feel that the brat crying is really noisy and the magic sound is piercing his ears.

King Jin glanced at Fucheng, vaguely condemning him.

Fucheng feels so wronged. Your Highness, I am thinking about you. If the young master is ignorant and scribbles with a brush and draws a few ink marks on your face, your reputation will be forever——

In the following time, Xiaobao has been very quiet and obedient, as if he was listening carefully to the adults, but also as if he was in a fuzzy state.

King Jin couldn't get used to it and glanced at Fucheng. Fucheng didn't know why at first, but he soon realized and asked someone to bring Xiaobao's favorite millet cake. King Jin picked up a piece from the plate and handed it to him silently.

Xiaobao took it, biting the millet cake one by one, feeling angry and wanting to laugh.

After eating two pieces, water also came.

Jin Wang knows how to feed babies and drink water. He practiced it several times when he was in the canyon, but at that time it was someone else's baby, but now it is his own baby, and he is obviously much more relaxed.

The slender palm was held firmly, and the small tea cup was tilted half way to feed Xiaobao a drink. Xiaobao took a few sips and pushed it with his little hands. He put the tea cup aside, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Looking up and seeing everyone below looking at him, King Jin looked calm and said: "Continue..."

This scene lasted for nearly an hour and a half. There were still some things that had not been discussed, but seeing Xiaobao drooping, King Jin had no intention of discussing it anymore.

Telling them to go down and discuss it in the evening, King Jin carried Xiaobao back to the backyard.

After Princess Jin came back, she heard that Prince Jin carried Xiaobao to the front yard today. The most important thing nowadays is to hug grandchildren but not babies. I have never seen any grown man hug a baby without letting go.

It was still understandable during the trip to the palace. King Jin probably wanted to show the deep love between father and son and deliberately showed it to Emperor Hongjing. But now we are in our own mansion, who do we need to show it to? If he didn't think so, he must have liked her so much that he would treat her like this.

Princess Jin was already uneasy, and when she heard about this, she felt even worse.

It was Zhou’s mother who reported it to Princess Jin. Now this matter has been spread throughout the house, and it is regarded as an anecdote. After a while, people would not say that King Jin was so unbecoming. They would only say that Mrs. Su was favored, and the young master she gave birth to was also loved by His Highness. Or maybe just because of His Highness's attitude towards the young master, Mrs. Su would have nothing to worry about in her life.

It goes without saying why she is not worried. The princess has not been able to conceive for many years. It should have happened long ago. Now that Mrs. Su has given birth to a eldest son for the first time, she might even have a second son in her belly.

In the past few years, father and son have developed feelings for each other. Not to mention that the princess cannot give birth, even if she can give birth, the day lily will be cold by then. It is uncertain who will be in charge of this huge Jin Palace in the future.

Mother Zhou kept nagging in front of Princess Jin. In the past, Princess Jin could pretend to be just a pretense. But this time she couldn't pretend any longer and scolded: "Mom, why do you believe what is said outside? Maybe Xu Yueru or Concubine Liu deliberately spread the rumors, just to irritate me and Su. Fight!"

Mother Zhou particularly disapproved: "Whether this is someone's deliberate instigation or not, this is always true. Hong'er saw it with her own eyes and came back to tell the slave. Princess, if you don't continue to argue like this, in the future..."

"Okay, stop talking and get down!"

"Princess..."

"Go down. Ziyan, let her go down!"

This was the first time that Princess Jin had turned against Zhou's mother like this. She couldn't accept it. Her old face was ashen, her lips parted, and she went down with Zi Yan silently.

"Empress, mother is too worried about you." Zihan said from the side.

In the past, these Zi Zi would never say such things, but today they said this. So, they all feel that the situation is serious enough that they must do something?

Princess Jin was confused.

The author has something to say: Wuwuwu, I went to bed late today. I looked at my phone twice, and when I looked at the locked screen, it was three o'clock for no reason. When I woke up, it was five o'clock.

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