Chapter 119 Chapter 119 Li Shuyao’s moment: I can!
Do you want to... go back to the prince's home outside the palace?
The little guy briefly withdrew his curiosity and was a little unhappy.
He couldn't say what was wrong with it, he just knew that when he was here, Madam Liu would be bolder and would feed him delicious food from time to time. And there was also Sister Furong. Sister Furong was new and was not afraid of his mother, and his mother didn't seem to dare to scold her, so he could talk to Sister Furong.
There is also "Dongdong". He is a little worried. What should he do if "Dongdong" doesn't want to follow him when he returns home?
The little fellow pursed his lips and did not immediately agree with Prince Chun's wife's words.
Prince Chun's wife was still immersed in a mood of self-pity and suffering, and for a moment, she did not notice his abnormal reaction.
She just felt that now that the prince was gone, everyone in the world was waiting to see her make a fool of herself. If she couldn't even keep An'er, who was left behind by the prince, she was afraid...
"This servant greets the Madam." Suddenly, a graceful and beautiful palace maid entered from outside. She curtsied gracefully before the wife of Prince Chun, then held out her hands. "The ancestor wishes to see the young prince. Please let go, Madam, and allow this servant to take him over."
Prince Chun's wife suddenly became furious and held her son tightly in her arms, refusing to let go.
She subconsciously wanted to say something unpleasant, but when the words came to her lips, she was ultimately frightened by the majesty brought by the three words "ancestor". Her lips trembled for a long time and her face turned blue and white.
After a long while, he forced a bleak smile at the palace maid Furong in front of him, and said in a trembling voice: "Since it is the ancestor, if you want to see him, why don't you let me take An'er with me."
"It's windy outside, I don't want An'er to catch a cold..."
As she spoke, she tightened the blanket that was restraining the little one in her arms.
The little guy's arms were so tight that he felt uncomfortable. He just pursed his lips tightly and dared not say a word.
Furong saw all of this and immediately lost her patience. She stepped forward and said, "The ancestor only summoned the young prince, but didn't mention the concubine. If the concubine wants to see the ancestor, she can send someone to the main hall to pass the message. For now, please let her go."
Without saying a word, Furong snatched the little guy from the arms of Prince Chun's wife and tore off the thick velvet blanket that wrapped him. Before Prince Chun's wife could say anything, she picked up the clothes and coats hanging on the shelf nearby, quickly dressed the little guy, and then left with him in her arms.
The little fellow sat in her arms, his arms around Furong's neck. From a distance, he saw his mother sitting on the bed with a distorted and sad expression. He was a little worried and asked in a low voice, "Sister Furong, are you going to disappear too?"
Furong was a servant in the Cining Palace. During this period of time, she had been following the old ancestor and knew everything that Prince Chun's wife had done.
Her expression remained unchanged, and her voice was gentle: "No, don't worry, little brother."
When the two of them left the side hall, they saw more than twenty craftsmen in the yard holding tools and hammering on some...strangely shaped things made of wood and iron.
The little guy was so curious that he stared at it intently, and even after it got far away, he kept sticking his head in that direction.
Furong felt truly heartbroken. Born into such a wealthy family as the Royal Family, this prince and grandson was already two years old, but he still had difficulty walking and his speech was slurred, broken and incoherent. He even found some wood strange and interesting...
Can Prince Chun’s wife really raise a child?
With these doubts in mind, Furong quickly walked into the main hall of the Cining Palace, holding the little guy in her arms and bowing to the Empress Dowager on the couch, "Grandma, this servant has brought the little prince here."
She squeezed the little hand of the little one in her arms.
The little fellow immediately clasped his hands together sensibly, and said with a slightly reserved expression, "An'er greets the ancestor."
The Empress Dowager was sitting cross-legged on the couch. Seeing him coming, she smiled kindly and warmly. She held a fruit in her hand and waved to the little guy, "Come here, An'er, come to Ukuma Ma. Ukuma Ma has some delicious fruit. Do you want some, An'er?"
Xiao Aner swallowed his saliva, but didn't dare to say that he wanted to eat.
He looked at Furong with a look of help.
Furong didn't look at him, she just squatted down and put him on the ground.
Little An'er suddenly became even more nervous. He had hardly ever stayed on the ground since he was born. He crawled on the bed. When he grew up a little, the house was covered with carpets. They were three or four layers thick and very soft. If he stepped on them, he would fall to the ground and couldn't stand up straight.
Then his mother thought that he was not in good health and could not walk, so she simply did not let him learn to walk, and he had to be carried everywhere.
That was his first day in the palace. He was placed on a mat on the ground by his wet nurse, and he bowed to Ukuma Ma and the Emperor's uncle, and was soon picked up by his mother.
This was the second time he had touched such a hard ground since he could remember, and it didn't make him fall over and over.
It seems that Didi is also a very good friend.
The little guy stood there and carefully felt the hardness of the ground.
The old ancestor on the couch also waited patiently, the smile on his lips not diminishing at all, just watching him stand there for a while, then clenched his fists, took the first trembling step, and then -
My head failed to brake and I sat down with a "bang".
The smile on the old ancestor's face suddenly became even more joyful.
She moved her hands and shook the fruit towards the little guy, "Be good, An'er, stand up on your own and come to Ukuma Mama. Ukuma Mama will give you some delicious fruit, okay?"
The little guy nodded, "Yeah."
After falling once and not feeling much pain, he finally got braver. He supported himself with his hands and struggled to stand up from the ground. He slowly took another step forward, and then another step. After three or four steps, his legs felt a little sore, so he fell again.
The little guy was not discouraged at all. He pounded the sore parts of his feet, rested for a while, then tried to stand up again and walked towards Ukuma Ma.
This time, she took bigger steps. In just five or six steps, she was in front of Ukuma Mama. Her little face was smiling sweetly. She tilted her head and asked the old man on the couch, "An'er, really, can I eat it?"
The Empress Dowager bent down and held him in her arms. She felt his hands were light and floating, almost as heavy as if she were holding two rabbits.
She felt even more displeased with Concubine Kang and Prince Chun's wife, but she maintained a kind expression. After embracing the little one on her lap, she peeled a grape, broke it open, and removed the seeds with a fork before placing it in the little one's hand. "Eat it."
The little guy had never touched food like this before. His hands felt a little sticky and he didn't dare to open his mouth for a while.
He looked hesitantly at the green flesh of the grape held between his fingers, then at his ancestor who was holding him. He was unsure whether he should eat it or not. He hesitated for a long time, until the juice from the grape flowed down his fingers and onto his wrist. He hurriedly raised his hand, licked the juice from his wrist, and blinked, "Sweet."
The Empress Dowager patted his back gently twice and said, "Eat."
The little fellow then began to eat it in small bites. After the first bite, the grape was intact, with only some saliva on the surface; after the second bite, the grape was slightly injured, with two small pits the size of rice grains appearing on the surface; after the third bite, a quarter of the grape was gone.
The little guy's eyes sparkled as he ate, and he became more and more courageous. In just five bites, he finished the grapes that the other children could finish in one bite.
Then he licked his fingers cherishingly.
Furong, who was standing by to serve, quickly handed over the peeled grapes in her hand.
The little guy let out a soft "wow" and asked, "Can I still eat it?"
The Empress Dowager nodded, "An'er, you can eat as much as you want."
The little guy started to worry again, "If I eat too much, it won't be good for my tummy and stomach. Then An'er will get sick, and I'll be sad and cry."
What he didn't say was that every time he "sick", many palace servants who took care of him would disappear.
"An'er is not ill, there's no need to control your diet," the Grand Empress Dowager said with pity. "An'er's mother said and did many wrong things. If she makes a mistake, she should correct it. An'er, am I right?"
An'er didn't understand what was wrong or right. She blinked again in confusion and asked, "Wrong, what is it?"
The Empress Dowager sighed again.
Furong was standing nearby and wanted to sigh as well.
The master and servant looked at each other, not knowing how to explain to the little one in their arms.
At this moment, Su Malagu lifted the curtain and came in, "Grandfather, Concubine Ling has come here in accordance with your imperial decree and is waiting outside the room."
The Empress Dowager perked up, "Hurry and ask her to come in."
Lingpin is innocent by nature and appears foolish despite being wise. Maybe she can really talk to An'er.
As soon as he heard that someone was coming, the little guy trembled his legs and wanted to get off the Empress Dowager's body.
But his two hands were still holding a green and juicy grape, and the sweet aroma was still wafting through his nostrils. The little guy thought about it, and then swallowed the whole grape into his mouth with a gulp, and his cheeks suddenly bulged out.
He pinched his fingers nervously. Seeing this, Furong quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped the juice off his fingers.
The little guy said shyly: "Thank you, Sister Furong."
He is very well-behaved and sensible.
Furong felt even more sad instantly. How could she have deserved the gratitude of the future Prince Chun?
So he said hurriedly: "I don't deserve your thanks, little brother."
As they were talking, Li Shuyao came in.
She was also a little worried, mainly because after becoming the emperor's concubine, her daily life became very easy - get up on time every day, pay her respects, go back to the palace to play, and in the afternoon see if the emperor will turn over the sign of Changchun Palace. If not, she will continue to play, and if so, she will prepare to serve him in bed.
The next day after serving the mother in bed, I would wait for the reward and see what fun things were in it... Until the cub was born, I would set aside half an hour every day for playtime to cultivate the relationship between mother and child.
Except for a few busy days at the end of the month, the rest of the time, I am no different from a "stroller in the Forbidden City".
However, what she never expected was that one day she would be entrusted with an important task by the Emperor. Under the watchful eyes of Prince Chun's wife, she would have to play with the only young prince in Prince Chun's mansion...
Before going out, Li Shuyao was very worried.
After leaving the house, I came to the Cining Palace and saw a small, cute little fellow nestled in the arms of the Grand Empress Dowager...
Li Shuyao instantly said: I can do it!
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