[I wonder if one day, the entire Manchu Han Imperial Feast will be written into his family genealogy!]
Mu Junxi: "Mu Qianqian, you son of a bitch!"
Yes, yes, yes! My uncle is your uncle, and your uncle is still your uncle!
Mu Junxi: ...
Consort Shu was even angrier!
How could she have given birth to such a useless son?
After three years of schooling, I still can't win an argument against a newborn baby!
"Mu Junxi, let me tell you!" Consort Shu pointed her finger at his nose: "If you still can't recite the text next time your master asks you to, you can forget about eating meat again!"
Mu Junxi: !!!
Mother!
No!
Serves him right! He deserves it!
Let's see if you dare say my hands look like chicken feet or my face looks like a steamed bun again!
Mu Junxi: ...
"Mother, no!" Mu Junxi blinked, tears streaming down his face.
If we don't let him eat meat, wouldn't that be killing him?
Moreover, the master had been teaching for three years, so much of it.
How could he possibly memorize it all overnight?
Mu Junxi sat on the ground in despair, pounding his chest and stamping his feet!
It’s over!
He's completely finished!
Consort Shu was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode; she absolutely couldn't bear to look at him again.
Otherwise, she felt she wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow morning.
Consort Shu turned and went to another room.
Let alone Consort Shu.
Mu Junxi's pathetic state.
Mu Qianqian could hardly bear to watch anymore.
Okay! You're not a three-year-old anymore, you're seven! Seven years old is a grown man!
Can you please stop crying so easily?
"I'll cry, it's none of your business!"
Mu Junxi cried even harder as he spoke, and a bubble even came out of his nose.
He raised his hand and wiped his nose with his sleeve, then continued to sob loudly: "Waaah..."
Mu Qianqian: ...
It exploded!
She must have done something terrible in her past life.
Otherwise, why would she dress up as his sister?
Instead of crying, you'd be better off going back now and memorizing "Drinking Alone Under the Moon." Otherwise, after you finish copying "Essentials of Governance in the Zhenguan Era," you'll have to copy "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" a hundred more times.
Mu Junxi's crying stopped abruptly.
Mu Junxi: "Wine?"
Mu Junxi: "What kind of wine?"
Mu Junxi: "I've only secretly tasted a sip of wine made from peach blossoms. What kind of wine is that 'nearly wine'?"
Mu Qianqian: ...
[It's hopeless!]
Go back and look through your textbooks. If you don't want to go hungry in the future, go and memorize this poem, "Drinking Alone Under the Moon."
Mu Junxi was stunned for two seconds, then slunk up from the ground and patted his buttocks.
He sniffled, "Mother, I shall take my leave."
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Consort Shu has just finished her postpartum confinement.
She bid goodnight to the Empress Dowager and the Empress, then, clutching the imperial edict, eagerly returned to the General's Mansion to visit her family.
She hadn't returned to the general's mansion for many years.
I haven't seen my father and mother for a long time.
"The Imperial Concubine Shu has arrived."
Consort Shu carried Mu Qianqian down from the carriage.
The General, Madam Lu, and Lu Zhaofeng were already waiting at the door.
Upon seeing Consort Shu, the three hurriedly knelt down and paid their respects.
"Greetings to Consort Shu! We pay our respects to Consort Shu."
"Father, Mother, Brother, get up quickly."
The Yuan Dynasty emphasized the order of ruler and subject before father and son.
Consort Shu helped her mother up with a pained expression, feeling that she had been unfilial.
She had been in the palace for many years, but instead of bringing glory to her maternal family, she almost ruined the entire general's mansion because of her recklessness.
Now, her family not only doesn't blame her, but also kneels before her.
Consort Shu was heartbroken, realizing that she had once been so focused on winning the emperor's favor, and even...
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