On the second day, Ying Zhao, who had recovered from his illness and was full of energy again, stayed in the palace to practice calligraphy. His cool and handsome black car was parked in the corner with no one paying attention to it.
Several ice basins filled with ice cubes were emitting wisps of white mist, and the refreshing coolness lingered in the air, dispelling the summer heat.
Chu Yuening sat beside her baby, gently waving a silk fan embroidered with butterflies and peonies. The scattered black hair on her temples was blown by the breeze, adding a bit of lazy charm to her fair and rosy face.
The little guy sat upright with a serious look on his face, and his chubby little hands tightly grasped the brush, writing stroke by stroke.
After finishing a piece of calligraphy, he turned to his mother for praise.
"Mother, is Zhao Zhao's writing better today than yesterday?"
"Yeah, you've made a lot of progress. Our Zhao Zhao is awesome~"
Gazing at those big eyes that were as bright as stars, Chu Yuening smiled, touched his soft black hair, and praised him in a gentle voice.
The crooked handwriting on the copybook can only be barely read clearly.
But this is extremely difficult for a three-year-old child, after all, the knuckles of children at this stage are not very flexible.
Therefore, Chu Yuening did not have too high demands. She just wanted to let the baby develop an interest first.
She rubbed the soft little hand, kissed the cute dimple on the back of the hand, and then whispered a suggestion.
"We've finished practicing calligraphy today. Do you want to draw?"
"draw?"
"Oh, yeah! I haven't used many of the beautiful papers that Auntie gave me~"
Ever since he got the car, he was addicted to the joy of driving and couldn't help himself. He had long forgotten about painting.
Now when I think of it, countless creative inspirations suddenly gush out.
Ying Zhao recalled those colorful drawing papers and couldn't help but feel eager to try them.
He hugged his mother's arm, rubbed his furry little head against her, and acted like a little kitten, acting coquettishly.
Seeing that the fickle little Dumpling finally remembered his old hobby, Chu Yuening smiled, straightened his messy hair, and then ordered the palace servants to bring drawing paper and crayons.
Half an hour later, Ying Zhao sat on a jade mat, waving his little hands holding crayons excitedly, creating a series of natural paintings.
But Chu Yuening held her forehead and smiled bitterly.
Peonies on red paper, plants on cyan paper, the sun, moon, and stars on yellow paper...
It is indeed natural and lifelike.
"Mother, is Zhao Zhao's painting good?"
"Hmm... Great, very good, the colors match perfectly."
"Hehe, Zhao Zhao will draw my father and mother next~"
Chu Yuening: Thank you for the invitation, but I politely decline.
Ying Zhao, who was already full of confidence, was even more confident after receiving encouragement from his mother.
He took out a piece of black drawing paper, picked up a black crayon and started to paint.
After taking a look at the painting with distinct black layers, Chu Yuening turned her head away, unable to bear to look at it.
She lazily leaned on the sofa, eating Lizhi (an ancient name) comfortably, and fed her cub one from time to time.
This lychee is indeed a top-quality tribute. The shell is thin and bright red, the snow-white flesh is crystal clear, the aroma is rich, and the juice is abundant and sweet, making it a delicious treat.
Lychees are produced in Lingnan, but Chu Yuening only ate them this year because transportation was inconvenient before, and lychees are a delicate fruit that is difficult to keep fresh and transport.
Thanks to the construction of cement roads across the country in recent years, transportation efficiency has been greatly improved.
The Lingnan officials then used ice to preserve the food before presenting this exquisite delicacy as a tribute to Xianyang.
As I thought about it, I gradually felt sleepy.
Chu Yuening's eyelids drooped little by little, and accompanied by the comfortable and cool breeze, she fell into a deep and sweet dream. Seeing this, the palace maid quietly covered the queen with a thin blanket.
"Mother, Zhao Zhao still wants to eat Zhi Zhi~"
"Little prince, the queen has fallen asleep, let me peel it for you."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zhao immediately raised his head and found that his mother had indeed fallen asleep. He quickly covered his mouth and waved to the palace servants, speaking in a very low voice.
"Shhh, no need."
My father told me that my mother would get tired easily when she was pregnant, so I must not disturb her sleep, otherwise she would feel very uncomfortable.
The sensible little boy continued to draw, and even when applying the crayons, he deliberately used less force, and his rosy little mouth was tightly pursed, for fear of leaking any sound.
At noon, after Ying Zheng finished dealing with matters related to the county examination, he stood up and walked towards the Qinian Palace.
As soon as he entered the outer hall, he felt it was quiet. Without the usual laughter and joy, he frowned, and the happy smile in his phoenix eyes disappeared, stained with a hint of worry.
"Yuen Ning? Yue Ning?"
"Shh~ Dad, Mom is asleep."
The sudden sound scared Ying Zhao so much that his heart skipped a beat. He looked at his mother nervously, but found that she showed no signs of waking up. Then he gestured to his father and reminded him in a low voice.
In an instant, Ying Zheng's brows relaxed, and he walked lightly to the sofa, staring quietly at his wife's peaceful sleeping face.
I saw a beauty with cherry lips and a beautiful nose lying on her side, with a strand of jet-black hair hanging down on the side of her face, making her skin look even whiter and smoother like cream.
Even if she closed her star-like eyes, it still couldn't conceal her gorgeous beauty. Her figure was voluptuous and graceful, as beautiful as a sleeping crabapple tree in spring.
Looking at the obvious bulge in the woman's belly under the thin blanket, a trace of pity spread across Ying Zheng's brows.
He covered the woman with the thin blanket that had slipped off a little, and there was an unbreakable tenderness in his deep eyes.
The tender affection flowing between the two of them obviously did not affect Ying Zhao.
After he finished the last stroke, he suppressed his excitement, stretched out his little hand and gently pulled at his father's clothes.
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