Li Chengyou held a brush in his hand, and there were black ink marks on his fair face. He answered in a baby voice: "Brother is teaching me how to write."
Li Chengtai said dissatisfiedly: "You can't even write your own name, stupid."
Li Chengyou threw away the brush and jumped off the desk like a monkey: "I won't write anymore. I want to catch butterflies with my sister."
Li Chengyou held Leyou's chubby hand, ran as fast as his little legs could, and ran out of the study in a flash. The brother and sister were chasing butterflies in the garden, and their cheerful laughter sounded like silver bells.
In the study, Li Chengtai, who was only three years old, bit the corner of his lips lightly, and a solemn expression flashed across his chubby face.
He looked at his sister and brother running around in the yard and sighed like a little adult: "They are all so stupid."
My father hasn't appeared in public for three years. Perhaps he has forgotten about my mother and their three children. But the sister and brother were unaware of this and still had expectations for their father.
Li Chengtai looked up again and stared at the portrait of his father on the wall of the study.
In the scroll, Emperor Qing Li Yuanjing has sharp eyebrows and majestic features, like a majestic tiger.
Li Chengtai raised his little head and looked at his father in the portrait, like a little wolf with incomplete claws and fangs in the wolf pack, looking at the legendary old wolf king.
"Chengtai, eat some cloud cake first. You are still young, don't stay in the study all day, go out for a walk more often." Shen Wei's gentle voice came.
Li Chengtai turned around and saw his mother who was still as charming as ever.
Shen Wei put the cloud cake on the table and looked at the rice paper on the desk. The rice paper was covered with words, and the handwriting was crooked and not neat at all.
They were all written by her eldest son.
Leyou and Li Chengyou, who were playing in the yard, heard the noise and rushed into the house. They first greeted Shen Wei, then picked up the cloud cake with their fat paws and ran to the garden to chase butterflies.
Seeing that her eldest son didn't take the cloud cake, Shen Wei couldn't help but poke his chubby face: "Why don't you eat it? Don't you like it?"
Li Chengtai pursed his lips slightly, and asked Shen Wei in a muffled voice: "Mother...Will the emperor not take us home?"
Shen Wei pretended to be confused: "Your father is very busy."
Li Chengtai was even more worried: "Has the father forgotten us..."
Shen Wei denied: “No, don’t think about it.”
Every two months, Shen Wei wrote a letter to Li Yuanjing in the palace. Li Yuanjing replied to almost all of the letters. The content of the letters was not much, but the necessary emotions were all there.
Even in the past year, Li Yuanjing has replied more frequently.
Li Chengtai pulled Shen Wei's sleeve, worriedly: "Mother, the emperor may not want us anymore."
Shen Wei touched Li Chengtai's little head and comforted him: "Don't guess, your father is just very busy, and he will take us back to the palace when he is done."
Li Chengtai lowered his little head and nodded sullenly.
Shen Wei still had to go to the gym to practice yoga, so she patted her son's shoulder and left slowly.
Before leaving, Shen Wei took advantage of her eldest son's inattention, took out a illustrated copy of "The Case of the Chopping of the Beauty" from her sleeve, and quickly stuffed it into the bookshelf.
"The Case of the Chopping of Mei" tells the story of a man named Chen Shimei who abandoned his wife and children in pursuit of fame and wealth. This Chen Shimei is a typical unfaithful man.
Li Chengtai doesn't know many words, and he particularly likes reading storybooks with pictures and text.
Before leaving the study, Shen Wei glanced back at her son at the desk and slowly raised the corners of her lips.
Royal children cannot be too naive. The sense of crisis must be instilled from an early age.
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