Chapter 121 Chapter 121 Treat her as dead!
Li Shuyao didn't have any talent to be a favorite concubine, but she was born with a mysterious aura that could make all the little kids in the world unconsciously get close to her and like her.
Even though our ancestors had left the room, it didn't mean that they hadn't sent people to keep an eye on them.
Therefore, the interaction between Li Shuyao and Xiao An'er soon reached the ears of the ancestor.
After hearing that in just a few moments, Xiao An'er's speech became much more fluent, with each sentence consisting of at least ten words. The old ancestor smiled and placed the half-read Buddhist scripture back on the table. "I didn't expect that Concubine Ling really has such a way."
"That's right." Su Malagu also laughed heartily, looking proud of herself.
She slowly poured a cup of tea for the old ancestor and sighed, "It's a pity that the little prince's hands and feet are too weak. He tried to climb onto the couch for a long time but couldn't. In the end, Lingpin had to carry him up."
"Oh, An'er didn't cry?"
"I didn't cry. I just puffed up my face and looked aggrieved for a while, but then Concubine Ling distracted me. Now I'm playing a talking game."
"Talk?" What kind of new game is this?
The old ancestor frowned, somewhat puzzled.
Seeing this, the palace servant who came to report hurriedly knelt and retreated, and started to inquire about the news from the other side again.
*
Li Shuyao's side.
After carrying the little guy to the couch, she lovingly fed him a few sweet green grapes. The little guy waved his hands and said no, and his red little mouth kept muttering something like "You should eat in moderation, no matter how much you like it, don't eat too much..."
Li Shuyao became impatient and without thinking, she stuffed another peeled and pitted longan into his mouth.
The little guy's dark eyes suddenly lit up again.
He ate happily while making a sound of "woo woo woo".
After feeding him, Li Shuyao asked him, "Is it delicious?"
The little fellow stretched out his hands shyly and held his soft face. He was too embarrassed to say "delicious", nor did he want to say it was not delicious. He was worried that if he said it was not delicious, Li Shuyao would never let him eat it again.
Li Shuyao noticed that the little guy had a bit of a twisted temper, so she simply stopped asking questions. Her slender fingers flew around, and she quickly peeled a few more longans for him. She placed them on a small white porcelain plate that was only the size of her palm, and then stuffed it into the little guy's arms, "Eat it!"
The little guy couldn't control himself and subconsciously lowered his head and started eating again with a humming sound.
When in his short life had he ever tasted so many delicious sweet things at once? He felt that Wukuma Ma's Cining Palace was the best and happiest place in the world, and Concubine Ling was the best and best and best empress in the world!
The two of them, one big and one small, ate up most of the fruits on the table.
Furong was very pleased. When she took the plates away, she had a bright, relaxed and happy smile on her face.
Li Shuyao held the little guy and washed his chubby hands and face.
Then he returned to sit on the couch.
The little guy seemed to remember something. He stuck his little butt out and searched among the cushions on the couch for a long time before he found the bamboo dragonfly.
He held it up to Li Shuyao eagerly and said, "Your Highness, I want to play with this."
Li Shuyao held the bamboo dragonfly in her hand and thought for a while. The little guy was weak, and the amount of exercise he got for a while should be enough. If he continued playing, his short and fat arms would be crawling with sore bugs when he woke up tomorrow.
She held the little guy in her arms and explained these words to him.
Although he was a little confused and at a loss, the little guy knew that Li Shuyao was thinking about his health, so he didn't cry much and obediently handed the bamboo dragonfly to Li Shuyao so that she could take it away.
Unexpectedly, Li Shuyao put the bamboo dragonfly on his belt and tapped it a few times, saying in a clear and pleasant voice: "This is a gift from your mother, just take it back with you!"
The little guy had never thought that such a happy thing would happen. He kept looking down at the bamboo dragonfly, not knowing what to say for a long time.
Li Shuyao ignored him and continued, "Let's play a talking game."
Talking game?
Little An raised his head in confusion, blinked his eyes, and asked, "What? It's a talking game?"
Li Shuyao: "When your Majesty speaks a long speech only once, An'er must listen carefully to every word your Majesty says."
"After that, Empress Ling will ask you a few questions to see if you can answer them. For every question you answer correctly, Empress Ling will give An'er a point. The more points you get, the bigger the surprise will be when we meet next time. How about that?"
Xiao An'er may not have understood and did not respond for a while.
Li Shuyao expressed her understanding. She had said too much. Little An was only two years old...
"Okay." A baby voice suddenly sounded.
Li Shuyao: “?”
It turns out that it wasn't that I didn't understand, it was just that I was slow to react.
She smiled brightly in surprise, her almond-shaped eyes full of moisture, which brought a great shock to the little one in her arms.
The little guy's face turned red all of a sudden, and his short and fat fingers nervously grasped his sleeves. He felt as if his body was broken, otherwise why would it keep making the "dong dong dong" sound?
Li Shuyao raised her hand and pinched his smooth little face, "Then will your Highness begin?"
"Let's start with a simple one."
"The weather is very nice today. Furong had a piece of glutinous rice jelly, and Yueji had two Ruyi rolls."
"Question, what's the weather like today?"
Xiao An'er opened his eyes and took a moment to react before saying, "Very good."
"Who ate the Ruyi Roll?"
Xiao An'er thought for a while and said, "Sister Yueji."
"What did Fleur eat?"
“…glutinous rice jelly.”
"How many pieces of glutinous rice jelly did Furong eat?"
"piece!"
Maybe he knew how to play, the little guy answered faster and faster, and his baby voice became higher unconsciously.
Furong, who just walked in from outside and had no idea about the new game, said: "?"
Did she eat glutinous rice jelly?
How come she doesn't know when this happened?
*
A side hall of the Cining Palace.
Prince Chun's wife was pacing back and forth anxiously.
As soon as her An'er was taken away by Furong, she immediately sent someone to the main hall to inquire about the news.
Unfortunately, the maids serving in the Cining Palace were all shrewd and tight-lipped. Her people were there for more than half an hour but couldn't find out anything.
"Waste, all of you are a bunch of waste!"
My heart felt like countless ants were crawling and biting it, and the strings in my brain seemed to have been stretched to the limit.
Prince Chun's wife became increasingly anxious.
The armor on her hands had cut into more than ten red marks of varying depths on her palms, but she seemed to be completely unaware of the pain. Not satisfied with smashing the teacup, she threw everything on the table to the ground in anger.
She turned around and wanted to throw the ornaments on the treasure rack to the ground.
She was almost stopped by Aunt Liu, "Fujin, be careful, this is the Cining Palace."
It would be fine if it was just plates and teacups, but if you destroyed things in the Cining Palace, it would be difficult to explain when the ancestors questioned you.
Her kindness was not rewarded.
Unable to break the ornaments, Prince Chun's wife simply slapped Madam Liu hard in the face, her voice filled with hysterical indignation, "This is all your fault! If you could take good care of An'er, how could the old ancestor have had An'er taken away from me?"
"My An'er, I don't know what he's suffering right now... He's only two years old!"
Madam Liu was hit so hard that her head tilted to the side. She touched her face in disbelief and found it warm and moist. It turned out that the armor on Fu Jin's hand had scratched her skin.
The light in her eyes flickered, and she bit her lower lip hard to prevent the disrespectful words in her heart from escaping her mouth.
After a while, she took a step back and said through gritted teeth, "It's my fault."
"Of course it's your fault. You're the one with the bad luck!"
"Yes, it must be you. It's you who killed my An'er. Tomorrow I will report to the ancestors and have you demoted to the Xinzheku. No, that's not enough. I will also exile you to Ningguta..."
The more you talk, the more excessive it becomes.
Outside the side hall, there were many people sent by the ancestors to keep an eye on Prince Chun's wife.
Seeing that Prince Chun's wife had gradually lost her mind, a pretty palace maid winked at the side, and a young eunuch hurried away.
After a while, a cup of warm tea was brought to the palace maid.
The maid waited until Prince Chun's wife stopped cursing viciously before pushing the door open with a tray in her hand. "You must be tired, wife. Have some tea to moisten your throat."
After Prince Chun's wife vented her anger, the depression in her heart gradually dissipated, and she was no longer as anxious and impatient. With a sullen face, she picked up the teacup on the tray and drank it all in one gulp.
Just as he was about to ask something, he felt a pain in his forehead, as if he was pricked by a needle. His eyelids suddenly drooped, his body leaned forward, and he fainted.
When she fainted, she was still holding the warm teacup in her hand. Before she could put it back on the tray, it slipped through her fingers. The crisp cracking sound mixed with the palace maid's anxious call of "Fujin, what's wrong with you?" The whole side hall was in chaos in an instant!
*
The golden sun sets in the west, and the sky is filled with colorful clouds.
Soon it was time for Li Shuyao to leave.
——If you don’t leave now, the two little cubs in Changchun Palace will be angry when they wake up and can’t find their mother.
Xiao An'er may have sensed that separation was approaching, and he pinched Li Shuyao's sleeves with his fingers, refusing to let go for a long time.
He didn't know what to say to keep her, or rather, he didn't know whether he should keep her.
He knew that Empress Ling had her own children, and he also had his own mother, but... how could they all be gone all of a sudden? Why couldn't it always be like this?
He hasn't had enough of the talking game yet.
When he returned to his mother's house, no one would play talking games with him anymore.
He lowered his big head, his expression full of reluctance, and his eyes were wet. He felt that the sour worms that the Empress had mentioned did not crawl onto his arms, but ran into his chest.
"Well, An'er did really well today. He answered a total of 127 questions correctly!"
Li Shuyao lay in front of the mahogany ivory table, counting the "positive" characters on the white paper again and again, and finally figured out the little guy's score.
She actually didn't know how many questions she had asked.
At the beginning, he could do mental arithmetic easily while asking questions, but when he was over thirty, he found it difficult to do it anymore. He could only ask Furong to bring a piece of rice paper to record the answers, and he would complete a stroke of the correct character for each correct answer.
Before I knew it, I had almost filled up an entire sheet of rice paper.
She puffed her cheeks to dry the ink on the rice paper, then carefully folded it over and over again before tucking it into her sleeve. "This is Xiao An'er's first test paper with a score of 127. Your Majesty wants to take it home and keep it for yourself. Is that okay?"
She had no idea that the little guy was reluctant to leave her.
Still immersed in joy, after putting away the rice paper, he pinched the little guy's soft and elastic face with a familiar posture.
The little guy blinked his eyes and tried hard to swallow the sour worms from his throat before he dared to look up at Li Shuyao.
When Li Shuyao saw his big red eyes and the tearful expression on his face, she said, "Huh?"
She was completely shocked.
I just calculated the grades, why did the little guy start crying?
Is it because she calculated too slowly and the little guy couldn't wait?
Or is it that one hundred and twenty-seven points is too low, and the little guy is not satisfied with his results?
This, this, this... Could it be that someone took advantage of her concentration on arithmetic and came to bully the little girl?
As if she were dead!
Li Shuyao clenched her fists and became angry in an instant.
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