Four or five days passed in the blink of an eye. Qingyin stood on the stage, looking at the students staring at him with great enthusiasm. A slight smile appeared on his lips. Being a teacher was really easy for him. Not a single prince or grandson of the emperor was not listening or paying attention in his class. There was just one problem: the students' enthusiasm for him was too intense.
After class, Qingyin watched the chubby little boy running up to her, and felt a little itchy. The child's fair and tender face still had baby fat, and his chubby cheeks trembled slightly as he ran. You could tell at a glance how nice it would feel to touch them.
Yinmi, who was rushing ahead of his older sisters and brothers to catch up with Grand Tutor Lin, was unaware that the serious-looking Grand Tutor was eyeing his chubby cheeks. He looked at Grand Tutor Lin with bright eyes and said, "Master Lin, I listened to your words yesterday and wrote down my thoughts on the Analects. I wonder if you could take a look at them for me?"
Looking at the chubby little boy whose face was practically beaming with praise, Qingyin smiled gently and said, "Then please have Prince Yinmi bring it out."
After saying that, Yinmi couldn't wait to take out the scroll that was now warm from his hands.
The scroll, which had just been taken out, still carried the warmth of the child's body. It was clear how much the child cared about the scroll, as it had been held in his hands for so long to retain its warmth.
Qingyin smiled gently, reached out and opened the scroll. After examining it carefully, a slight look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
Although this reflection was not particularly eloquent, it expressed the most profound truths in the most straightforward language, and even revealed a touch of youthful vigor, showing that Yinmi had put his heart into it.
Looking at the slightly nervous Yinmi, Qingyin smiled gently and said, "Yinmi, you have written very well. I can't find any faults in this piece. Keep up the good work."
Children need to be praised for their efforts, and Qingyin was generous in praising him.
Yinmi raised his little head high after being praised, and even secretly (but not really) showed his pride to his older sisters and brothers behind him. The princes behind him were itching to see this, and they especially wanted to take the place of a certain chubby boy and be praised by Master Lin.
However, due to the pride of youth and various thoughts, the only person who can be bold and intimate with Qingyin at the moment is the chubby Yinmi. Dunke, who met Qingyin for the first time, is the same. She has so many thoughts in her mind, but she doesn't dare to be intimate with Dunke in person. Sitting in the back, Dunke looks at Yinmi being praised with envy, his eyes expectant yet hesitant.
Seeing the way everyone was looking at her, Qingyin, standing at the highest point, certainly couldn't miss their gazes.
He smiled slightly: "It's getting late today. Princes and princesses, you can let me watch the next class." After saying that, Qingyin blinked cleverly, instantly bridging the coldness emanating from that face and becoming more lively.
Seeing Lin Taifu's quirky actions, the princes and grandsons below the stage immediately lost their disappointment and instead looked forward to the next lesson from Lin Taifu.
Yuxiang Palace, the residence of Consort Mu, née Chen, was given its own palace because she gave birth to His Majesty's youngest son, Yinmi.
Consort Mu was a gentle and kind woman. As the daughter of a minor official in Suzhou, her personality was as gentle and kind as her appearance. Because Yinmi received the Emperor's favor, she was able to have protection in the harem. She felt very fortunate and happy about this. She had no ambition. She felt extremely fortunate when she thought of the other young ladies and concubines who entered the palace on the same day as her but were gradually neglected and bullied by the servants.
She entered the harem late, and the emperor already had plenty of princes and princesses, all of whom were already grown up. Her concubine, Yinmi, gained the emperor's favor by virtue of being a young child, and by extension, she also received some attention from the emperor. She was not lacking in care for her old age.
As for those concubines who have no children, even if they have good looks, time flies and beauty will eventually fade. No matter how much favor they receive, it will eventually diminish. When that happens, none of them will have a good ending. The servants in the palace are all greedy for money and profit. They will be loyal to whoever offers them benefits. If their master is no longer a good person, they will have no loyalty. On the surface, they may not have any ulterior motives, but in secret, they are all very loyal.
Consort Mu lowered her eyes in thought, a faint trace of melancholy in her gaze.
Even she, in this lifetime, will probably only be able to spend the rest of her life in this harem.
"Your Highness, what's wrong? Is the tea cold?" The pink-clad maidservant standing beside Consort Mu asked cautiously. Seeing that the Consort had been sipping a cup of tea for too long and even showed a somewhat displeased expression, the maidservant worried that the tea tasted wrong and had spoiled the Consort's enjoyment.
Although Consort Mu of Yuxiang Palace is easy to get along with, it's still possible that she might punish the servants if something goes wrong, so the little maid asked with some concern.
"Oh, this tea is a bit weak. Add some more tea leaves next time." Coming back to her senses, Consort Mu blinked gently, looking at the flustered maid. She smiled gently, relieving much of the maid's pressure.
Seeing the maidservant rush out to refill her tea, Consort Mu was slightly speechless.
Yes, she has a prince in the palace who can support her mother and father, what more could she ask for?
I only occasionally recall going out with my parents at night, holding my mother's warm hand, and buying a large string of bright red, shiny candied hawthorns from a wrinkled old man. I can't remember the taste; perhaps the weather was just too nice that day.
"Mother! Mother! Mother!" The enthusiastic voices of children came from the window, breaking Mu Pin's reverie.
The joyful voice instantly dispelled the faint sadness in the courtyard. A chubby, three-headed ball of fluff ran in happily, its face covered with fine beads of sweat from running.
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