Chapter 11: Sleeping in class? Qi Buchen told Yinzhen about this...
Qi Buchen didn't think much about it when he mentioned this to Yinzhen, and he said casually, "Brother, haven't you already started working? Why are you still going to the training ground?"
Yinzhen had a puzzled look on his face: "Let's go and see how our brothers are doing."
Qi Buchen was busy with his work and didn't notice his expression. "That's great. When I was at home, I heard that big brother was a master of martial arts and was praised by the Emperor as the best Baturu in the Qing Dynasty."
"Yes, the No. 1 Baturu." Yinzhen's tone sounded a little melancholy.
Qi Buchen finished his work and noticed that something was wrong with him. He sat down opposite Yinzhen and asked, "What happened?"
Yinzhen wanted to tell her about the recent secrets between his elder brother and the crown prince, but he was afraid of frightening her, so he shook his head and said, "Nothing, let's go to the front yard."
Qi Buchen saw that he was worried and unwilling to tell him, but he was not in a hurry. Things like mental defenses cannot be broken in a short time. At present, the two of them can only be considered acquaintances, not even friends.
After finishing today's homework in the study in the front yard, Qi Buchen's handwriting could already make Yinzhen circle it three or four times, which made her very happy. After all, there was some progress, however small it was.
When the eldest prince of Yuqing Palace was having his third birthday, Qi Buchen and his first wife were both there, as well as some female relatives from Soetu's mansion. The others just came to give rewards or gifts.
The redness on the body of a newborn baby has not completely faded, and the baby looks wrinkled and not very good-looking.
Qi Buchen didn't know much about the prince's offspring, so he took a few more curious glances. The eldest wife had been quite silent today, but she smiled when she saw her like this: "All babies are like this when they are born. They grow up and become white and plump when they are one month old."
The women from Soetu's family also chimed in, saying, "The eldest wife is right. The redder the child is at birth, the fairer and more beautiful he will be when he grows up. The eldest prince has not faded for three days now. He will definitely be a handsome man when he grows up."
After hearing this, the eldest wife just smiled and fell silent again.
Qi Buchen felt that the eldest wife was acting strangely today, but considering that she had given birth to three daughters in a row while others had only one son, it was normal for her to feel unhappy.
In this era, favoring boys over girls is a problem. Qi Buchen has not yet decided whether to have children in the future. This has its pros and cons, but she suddenly wants to test Yinzhen's attitude.
When Yinzhen came back in the evening, Qi Buchen talked to him about the eldest wife: "My eldest sister-in-law is particularly silent today."
"My eldest brother has always wanted a son." Yinzhen thought she was weird and explained.
"I know." Qi Buchen nodded worriedly, "It's just that I see that my eldest sister-in-law has been giving birth so many times that she hasn't been able to take good care of herself between the children. Now she looks much older than her actual age."
The eldest wife looked to be at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
Yinzhen was silent for a moment: "There's nothing we can do about it. Hui'e Niang wants a grandson, my eldest brother wants a son, and even my eldest sister-in-law herself may not want a son to rely on."
Having grown up in the palace, he knew how important his sons were to these women. Look at the difference between the concubines with sons and those without in the palace today. That's a living example.
Even though she was the mother of my eighth brother, and although the emperor had never conferred a title on her and she still had the title of concubine, she actually lived a much better life than some of the noble ladies.
"Girls." Yinzhen sighed, thinking of his sisters who had been married off to Mongolia, "It's not easy."
Qi Buchen's timid voice sounded: "Then do I have to give birth to a son in the future?"
When Yinzhen heard this question, he felt as if he had choked on water and was speechless. A suspicious blush crept up his face, and his hands behind his back could not help but rub the drooping braid quickly.
He analyzes other people's analysis very well, but he has never thought about the problem of having children in the future.
"...Ahem." Yinzhen felt uneasy at Qi Buchen's helpless look, and even more uneasy at the thoughts that popped up in his mind. He turned his face away and stammered, "It's...it's still early. You...you're fine, don't let your imagination run wild."
After stuttering a few words, he quickly changed the subject, his expression suddenly becoming serious: "Practice your calligraphy more when you have time. Your current level is not even as good as level twelve."
After saying that, he ignored Qi Buchen and hurried into the study.
Qi Buchen looked at his fleeing figure, gritted his teeth, and said, "Am I not as good as a six-year-old kid? You are very good!"
When Qi Buchen entered the study, Yinzhen had already started doing his homework seriously. She did not pursue him too much, but sat quietly in her seat and started tracing. Now the number of pages she did every day has increased to three.
With a look of concentration on his face, Yinzhen glanced at his young wife when she came in. Seeing that she had no intention of continuing to ask the question, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and then started to look at the questions left by the teacher.
But for some reason today, Yinzhen's thoughts kept wandering elsewhere. Strange thoughts kept popping up in his head: "Fujin's face is so white, it looks smooth, unlike Third Brother, whose face is very dark." Ugh, how could I compare Third Brother to Fujin? It's really unfair to Fujin... Oh, what am I thinking? The teachings of the sages, the examinations for selecting scholars, and the principles of those who preach the truth are still practiced today. Even if there are twisted and heretical teachings, they cannot be violated." [Note 1]... Why do Fujin's eyes make people feel uneasy? Is it because they are too big? But my ninth brother's eyes are also big, and he doesn't feel uneasy at all...
In this way, Yinzhen completed the article in a mess of thoughts. After writing it, he did not think about it or revise it as usual, but looked at Qi Buchen.
Qi Buchen had finished writing long ago and was reading a book, struggling to hone her ability to punctuate the text. Noticing someone looking at her, she followed the gaze and saw it was Yinzhen. She blinked and said, "Finished? How come you're so fast today?"
Yinzhen's heart skipped a beat when she winked at him, and he said vaguely, "Well, let me see the red painting."
Qi Buchen put down the book, took his own tracing paper and stood beside Yinzhen to put the tracing paper on the table.
As soon as she stood beside him, Yinzhen smelled a milky aroma, which reminded him that he hadn't drunk milk yet: "Su Peisheng."
Su Peisheng had long been accustomed to judging what his master wanted from the tone of his voice when he called his name. At this moment, Diandian brought the warm milk on the side and said, "Master, it's just the right temperature."
Qi Buchen had just drunk it, so Su Peisheng didn't give it to her.
After saying that, he retreated to his seat and stood there obediently. However, Yinzhen glared at him and said, "You tactless thing, didn't you see that Fu Jin was standing there?"
Su Peisheng was still a little stunned by being scolded in vain. He thought, "Are you asking me to bring a chair? But doesn't Fu Jin always stand? You left after you finished correcting the copying. Fu Jin left the study before I even brought the chair."
Qi Buchen didn't understand why. Because her current level was so low, Yinzhen could basically tell which ones were good and which ones were bad at a glance. It took her less than two minutes to trace and circle three pages. So since she started tracing, she would stand by and wait for Yinzhen to finish correcting before returning to the backyard, not caring whether he sat down or not.
Just as Qi Buchen was about to say no, Su Peisheng bent down swiftly and slapped himself lightly on the mouth: "It's all because of my lack of tact that I didn't see that the Lady was standing there." After that, he swiftly moved the chair from Qi Buchen's seat to the side of Yinzhen.
Since they had all moved in, Qi Buchen sat down, but she was still puzzled: "I'll go back after you finish watching, why bother with all this?"
Yinzhen coughed and found an excuse for his behavior: "You have practiced for the past few days and should have a more comprehensive understanding of calligraphy. Now, I will explain to you in detail the strength and technique of writing."
"Oh." Qi Buchen nodded in understanding, but still a little hesitant, "Will it delay you too much? You still have to review your lessons. If you continue to explain to me, you will have to rest even later. You will not have the energy for tomorrow."
"That's fine." Yinzhen wouldn't say that. He just wanted to spend more time with his wife today. As for whether he would be energetic tomorrow, he didn't have time to think about that.
Since he said so, Qi Buchen didn't say much and listened obediently as he started to talk about the "horizontal" character, how to start the stroke, how to write the stroke, how to end the stroke, and what are the changes and differences in the starting and ending strokes of the "horizontal" in different characters.
In short, Yinzhen spent two incense sticks talking about just one "horizontal" point, manually giving examples and citing seven or eight for each point. Qi Buchen was completely lost in thought. She finally understood why there was a rumor in history that Yongzheng was a chatterbox.
Yinzhen was so engrossed in his talk that he didn't notice Qi Buchen was confused. Qi Buchen had no choice but to interrupt him: "Well... you talked a lot today, and I can't remember it all at once. Why don't you stop here? I'll go back and think about it myself. If there's anything I don't understand, I'll ask you. It's getting late today, so I won't waste your time. Don't stay up too late to study, and get some rest."
After saying that, without waiting for Yinzhen to react, she rolled up her things and hurried away, leaving Yinzhen staring blankly at the door curtain that was still shaking slightly.
Qi Buchen, feeling that he had escaped from the devil's den, snuggled into bed happily and had a sweet dream.
When she got up the next day, she felt refreshed. Now, after Yinzhen had persuaded her many times, she no longer got up early to send him to school.
After happily dealing with some trivial matters in the courtyard in the morning, Xie Hanshan, who went to the imperial kitchen to get early breakfast, came back with bad news.
"Fujin, I heard that our prince was criticized by the Grand Tutor in the upper study today."
Qi Buchen’s first thought was: Did Yinzhen not sleep well last night, so he fell asleep in class?
The author has something to say:
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Yinzhen: What should I do if I keep thinking about my wife while doing homework? Then I can do homework with my wife!
Qi Buchen: Do top students also doze off in class? What a cute contrast...
[Note 1] Wang Fuzhi of the Qing Dynasty said: “The Doctrine of the Mean and the Great Learning, from Cheng Zi’s selection of the Book of Rites, have been regarded as the essential classics of sage learning for the transmission of the mind and the cultivation of virtue. To this day, they are the teachings of the academy, the examinations for selecting scholars, and the guiding principles of those who preach the truth. Even if there are some heretical and deviant teachings, they cannot be violated. Therefore, they are the eternal and unchanging truth, which is indeed true.”
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