Chapter 901 Is our family going to have a child prodigy? (Large chapter update)
"Ahem, Dabao, since your Thirteenth and Fourteenth Uncles insist on seeing it, why don't you just encourage them by writing a piece of calligraphy and let them take a look."
Emperor Kangxi said as he looked at his little grandson with a smile on his face.
Dabao also tilted his head and looked at Thirteen and Fourteen curiously.
Fourteen immediately took a step back and said, "Well, Father Huang, I won't look anymore. I still have to go check on Madam Huang. I don't know if she has woken up yet or if she's feeling unwell.
Besides, didn't the Emperor just say he wanted to send some food to the Empress? Fourteen will be there soon, please take your time chatting."
After saying that, he turned around and planned to run away.
Fourteen naturally had some self-awareness. He felt that if he didn't read what his nephew had written, it wouldn't be too embarrassing. If he read it, then the matter would be in jeopardy.
"Wait, why are you in such a hurry? Even if you don't want to see it, your Thirteenth Brother will want to see it too. Let's keep it together."
As Emperor Kangxi spoke, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the Fourteenth Prince, then shifted his gaze to the Thirteenth Prince.
Thirteen shuddered subconsciously, then twitched the corners of his mouth: "Yes, Uncle Thirteen wants to see it. Why don't you treat it as homework and let Uncle Thirteen see how much you've improved?"
The words were spoken to Dabao, but the eyes were directed at Emperor Kangxi.
Emperor Kangxi nodded with great satisfaction and looked at Dabao with a kind smile: "Dabao, what do you think?"
Dabao tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Sure, just think of it as an extra homework assignment."
"Brother writes, and I will accompany him." Erbao nodded and said, "My two younger brothers will definitely accompany him."
Sanbao and Sibao exchanged glances, then nodded dejectedly and said, "Accompany brother."
When Emperor Kangxi saw it, he immediately ordered people to prepare writing brushes and ink.
The room soon became quiet. The Thirteenth Master wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the next second, he saw Emperor Kangxi push the paper towards him.
"Since it's Dabao, they've both written it. You and Fourteen should also write one, so I can take a good look."
Thirteenth Master: “…”
He was speechless for a moment. How old was he, and he was still competing with his three-year-old nephew? No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem right. But the emperor in front of him was still staring at him. The Thirteenth Master finally forced a smile and said, "Your son obeys your command."
"Your Majesty, I have some paper here. I'll give you two." Dabao saw that everyone had paper and pen and was writing, except Emperor Kangxi who was alone. He immediately helped him spread out two pieces of paper, even dipped the pen in ink, and handed it to Emperor Kangxi.
"Huang Mafa, please write with us. It's boring to write alone."
Emperor Kangxi was stunned: "Write together?"
Thirteen raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit gloating for a moment.
What happened to the Emperor? He still couldn't escape. He looked towards Dabao with some anticipation.
Dabao nodded with a smile: "It's lively and happy when Huang Mafa is with him. Ama said Huang Mafa's calligraphy is the best, Dabao wants to see it too."
Emperor Kangxi was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled and patted his grandson's head: "Okay, the Emperor will go with you."
"Thirteenth brother, do you think the Emperor's calligraphy is inferior to Dabao's?"
Fourteen couldn't help but move closer to Thirteen and whispered, "After all, the Emperor's handwriting isn't very good. Fourth brother's flattery is really hitting the horse's hoof."
As soon as these words came out, the Thirteenth Master glared at him and said, "Shh, silence."
Fourteen curled his lips and was about to say something when he saw Emperor Kangxi looking at him with a bad expression.
Fourteenth thought to himself that the Emperor seemed to be somewhat displeased with him today, so it would be better to avoid provoking him.
He immediately bared his teeth, smiled at his father, picked up the pen, lowered his head and wrote with concentration.
It would be fine if he was not serious on ordinary days, but today was a battle of honor and he absolutely could not be careless.
After Fourteen finished writing one article, he felt his shoulders ache slightly. However, looking at the neat handwriting, Fourteen couldn't help but twitched his lips.
"This is the calligraphy I am most satisfied with in the past two years!"
Today was truly smooth sailing. I was completely absorbed in writing, entering a state of ecstasy. Fourteen admired it several times before reluctantly handing it over to the superior: "Father Emperor, please be careful with this. This is a work that I am particularly pleased with. Don't get it dirty."
After saying this, he carefully placed it on the table and grinned at Emperor Kangxi.
Emperor Kangxi glanced at the unevenly written characters and frowned for a moment. However, meeting his son's expectant eyes, he finally said, "Well written. If you work harder in the future, you will achieve some success."
"Isn't that right? Father Huang, I also think my writing is pretty good this time. Look, the size of each character is almost the same. And they are arranged so neatly."
Emperor Kangxi finally nodded: "Yes, they are arranged neatly.
Thirteenth Master also took the paper and said, "Father, I have finished writing."
Emperor Kangxi glanced at it and this time couldn't help but nod his head with a smile. "Thirteen, your progress is indeed very good. Although you are young, your handwriting is unusually calm and composed, unlike someone of your age."
Your Majesty, you are too kind. This little subject of yours is not worth mentioning. It is still my fourth brother who taught me well."
Emperor Kangxi finally nodded after hearing this and said, "Not bad."
"Your Majesty, I think there's not much difference between Thirteenth Brother's and mine. His handwriting is too crowded. Look at mine, it's spacious and so comfortable." Fourteenth Brother said, and specially placed his handwriting in front of Emperor Kangxi.
Emperor Kangxi looked at the two works in front of him, which were completely incomparable. He was silent for a long time before saying, "Well, yours is well done. Hurry and put it away."
"Well, the Emperor is right. It must be collected if it is so well written."
But after thinking about it, the Fourteenth Master's eyes rolled and he said, "The children haven't finished writing yet. I'll compare it with theirs later. And let them learn from me, their Fourteenth Uncle."
After Fourteen finished writing this painting, he was filled with confidence.
It's good enough for children to write neatly. At the very least, he shouldn't have lost badly in this one.
Emperor Kangxi took a look and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Fourteenth. "What a promising guy! Would you feel proud if you beat your nephew?"
Fourteen shrank his neck, but didn't bother to collect his piece of paper. He just muttered, "Isn't this mutual learning?"
Emperor Kangxi was in no mood to listen to what his youngest son was saying. He glanced at his grandchildren, and a hint of surprise crossed his eyes.
Not to mention how the children's handwriting is, just the quality of their writing is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Although Emperor Kangxi and Thirteen and Fourteen spoke in lower voices, they could still be heard. However, they did not seem to be affected at all. They all took up their pens and wrote their own things.
Emperor Kangxi looked at them and nodded approvingly. When the fourth child was young, he was very focused on everything he did. The other children were very similar to him, and some were even more outstanding than he was back then.
Dabao put down his pen with satisfaction, and then Erbao, Sanbao, and Sibao also finished one after another.
Dabao sorted out the words his younger brothers had just written and sent them to Emperor Kangxi: "Your Majesty, these are the words written by Dabao and my younger brothers."
"Good boy, let the Royal Mafa take a look."
Emperor Kangxi took it and looked down at it with curiosity. When he saw the words on the paper clearly, he was stunned for a moment.
Stunned, he quickly flipped through the words written by the children, barely able to conceal the shock in his eyes.
Thirteen beside him was also looking over anxiously.
Emperor Kangxi glanced at Thirteen and simply handed the children's calligraphy to him.
"Dabao... this was written by you!" Thirteen read it and stared at Dabao in shock.
"Uncle Thirteen, didn't you just watch us write? Our names are all on it." Dabao said patiently.
Thirteenth swallowed and looked at Emperor Kangxi: "Father,…this child's handwriting is neat and elegant. Normally, a child of this age, even if they write very well, would have a weaker pen grip than an adult. But his pen is powerful and sharp. He actually has about 60% of Fourth Brother's influence. It's incredible!"
I used to think that my fourth brother's handwriting was the best, and I tried to imitate him, but I couldn't learn any of his style.
Dabao is so young, yet he has achieved so much!
Emperor Kangxi took a big sip of tea to calm himself down: "Dabao is good, look at the other children."
Thirteen heard what was said and immediately glanced back and forth at the papers in his hand. The more he looked, the more shocked he became. "Father Emperor, this... is truly unbelievable."
If Thirteen hadn't watched these children grow up since they were young, he would even suspect that his nephews were also reborn.
But even my nephews before rebirth could not write such beautiful characters.
How can there be such smart children? They are only three years old!
"What's going on? Thirteenth brother, please explain it clearly!" Fourteenth was confused and simply walked over to take the paper.
After reading it, he was silent for a long time. Fourteenth silently put away the calligraphy he had spread out on Emperor Kangxi's desk, crumpled it up and stuffed it back into his sleeve.
Even though my writing is not very good, I still have the ability to evaluate as a prince.
He had just competed with Thirteenth Brother, and there was nothing shameful about losing. There was no harm in cheating.
But he was too embarrassed to put his handwriting together with that of his nephews.
I couldn't help but look at Dabao again: "Dabao, tell Uncle Fourteen the truth. If you have any other skills, use them all together."
Dabao blinked, looking a bit confused: "Huh?"
Fourteen: "That is... didn't you say you could draw? Here's a pen, just draw something. Uncle Fourteen wants to see it."
Dabao took the pen that Shisi handed over and said, "Uncle Shisi, Dabao's painting is not very good. Sibao's painting is good. The teacher has praised it several times. My level is just average."
Fourteen: "Please draw it first and see."
Dabao nodded and said, "Okay." Then he started writing seriously.
Thirteenth Emperor and Emperor Kangxi beside him could not help but come closer.
The room instantly fell silent. After a long moment, Fourteen's eyes widened and he picked up the painting with trembling hands. "Father Emperor...is our family going to have a child prodigy?"
…
Wenjiu and the Fourth Master had been incredibly busy these past two days. Although the Southern Suburbs Grand Sacrifice was imminent, they couldn't ignore the funeral rites at the mansion. Li was still nominally a concubine, and proper etiquette couldn't be abandoned.
There is also Honghui, who is the eldest son of the Fourth Master, and the etiquette and rules of funeral are also indispensable.
Wen Jiu originally wanted to stay at the mansion and let the Fourth Master take care of things in the southern suburbs. After all, the mansion would only be busy for a few days.
But the Fourth Master really didn't agree, saying that if Wenjiu returned home, he would follow him.
Wenjiu had actually noticed something unusual about the Fourth Master these past few days. He seemed to be especially clingy to her.
Whatever you do, you must see her.
Sometimes, warming up the wine would just require a trip to the kitchen, and the next second when I turned around, the Fourth Master would appear behind me like a ghost.
It is especially intense during sex.
I was busy enough during the day, and after drinking the wine, I just wanted to collapse on the bed and sleep soundly.
The Fourth Master was different. He always dragged her along in absurd ways. Sometimes he would only let her go when the sun was barely setting.
The next day, he was in high spirits and continued to do what he was doing.
Wenjiu was listless and yawning all day long, which made the old ministers even more displeased with her.
Wen Jiu sometimes even felt that the ministers looked at him as if he were a threat. If he were given the chance, he might be thrown into a pig cage.
Thinking about this, Wenjiu felt a little depressed. He opened his eyes slightly and found that it was still dark outside.
Snap~
Sweat slid down the Fourth Master's cold chin and fell on Wenjiu's slender shoulder blades.
He shuddered as if the warm wine had been scalded.
The white and tender little feet were stepping on that strong chest. Somehow, she felt angry and suddenly kicked out with all her strength.
But the man was as strong as steel and could not be kicked away. The next second, Wen Jiu felt that his ankles were clamped by a pair of burning hands. No matter how many times he struggled, he could not get free.
The man seemed to sense her embarrassment at the moment, and leaned over to place soft, lingering kisses on her cheek, coaxing her in a low voice: "Be good, don't mention your feet hurting. It's almost over, I'll pinch them for you later."
"Master...you...you don't even see what time it is~"
As soon as these words came out, Wen Jiu wanted to slap himself.
The man above was even more annoying. He leaned over and chuckled in her ear: "Hmm? When was it? Tell me."
Wenjiu didn't utter a complete sentence in the end. Later, she even didn't know what she was forced to say.
Even when he got up for breakfast that day, Wenjiu's face was still filled with resentment. He bit his bun viciously, as if he wanted to bite someone to pieces.
[Master, there's something very wrong with the Fourth Master. It seems like his data has been abnormal whenever he's near you lately. Last night, his Darkness value was fluctuating around 90, but this morning it seems to have dropped 10 points and is now fluctuating around 80. This is a good sign.]
What did you do secretly yesterday when you locked me in this space?
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