Xuan Ling's eyes were focused on Hongdou.
His hands were white and slender, with distinct joints. When his fingertips touched the beans, it seemed as if he was playing a silent melody.
With graceful movements, he tried to figure out what Sheng Xiyan meant. Hongdou was expressing her longing for him.
It seems that she has calmed down.
"Mom...my hand hurts..."
Jiang Jiang blew on his hands while speaking, "Huff....."
Xuan Ling came back to his senses, "Is this how Jiang Jiang blows on his mother's hand? How sweet."
I couldn't help but kiss the dimple on his right cheek.
Le Wen climbed onto Xuan Ling, feeling left out.
Xuan Ling also pulled her onto the long nanmu table, and the two little balls crawled around and played.
Looking at Yu Mo standing at the door of the hall, his anger subsided a little and he waved his hand.
Eunuch Fu brought him in.
Yu Mo stood in front of him with a timid look on his face. Xuan Ling looked him up and down. To be fair, this child was nothing like him in appearance or temperament, but he was his child after all, and he had the responsibility to educate him.
"Yu Mo, what has your mother taught you recently?"
"Your Majesty, my mother taught me the Three Character Classic and the Four Books and Five Classics."
Xuan Ling nodded.
At this time, Rong Shuyi hurried over, followed by the palace maids, and knelt on the ground as soon as she came in.
"Your Majesty, it is my fault for not educating Yu Mo well. Please forgive me."
Xuan Ling said majestically: "Your knowledge is among the best in the palace. I believe you can teach the children the knowledge in books with ease, but I hope you can give more guidance on character.
"Until Yu Mo is three, don't focus too much on academics. Let him play. Don't raise him like a wooden man, without even a child's smile. After he's three, I will select a tutor to teach him."
Rong Shuyi quickly agreed, "I understand, Your Majesty, please calm down."
She was extremely scared on the way here, especially when she remembered what the Queen Mother said that day about giving Yu Mo to a high-ranking concubine to raise.
Rong Shuyi was selected into the palace three years ago. She is a lady from a literary family. She is proficient in poetry and songs, and her scholarly temperament can be seen at first glance.
"Get up."
Rong Shuyi stood up and said tentatively, "I will take Yu Mo to Guanju Palace to apologize to Sister Sheng."
Xuan Ling touched Yu Mo's head and said earnestly, "Father doesn't want to hear what you said today in the future. Remember, Jiang Jiang is your younger brother. You must always get along well with him. Remember?"
"I've made note of this."
Xuan Ling carried Jiang Jiang down, but Jiang Jiang and Le Wen were climbing up the window and playing, and refused to come down no matter what.
"Forget it, let them play for a while. You can go back first. There is no need to go to Guanju Palace."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will take my leave."
Rong Shuyi took Yu Mo out of the East Warm Pavilion and asked hurriedly, "Yu Mo, what did you say to displease your father?"
Yu Mo said, "Your son says Jiang Jiang is not your brother, but a slave, and is not worthy of playing with your son."
Rong Shuyi was surprised and asked, "Where did you hear that?"
This question suddenly reminded me of my encounter with Consort Lian in the North Garden the day before. They were chatting at the time, and Consort Lian had said, "Sister Rong, I really envy you for giving birth to Yu Mo so early. The eldest son of the Emperor is so noble."
Rong Shuyi said modestly: "I am just a little concubine, I dare not compare myself with Sister Lian."
Lian Zhaoyi said, "When I give birth to a prince, Yumo can take him out to play. He's a real brother, unlike the bastard that little widow brought into Guanju Palace. He's just a servant. Is he worthy of playing with the prince and princess?"
She smiled and said nothing at the time, but she didn't expect that Yu Mo, who was playing next to her, would remember it.
Rong Shuyi was furious and annoyed. She pinched Yu Mo's shoulders and scolded him, "Yu Mo, from now on, children are not allowed to eavesdrop when adults gossip. Do you remember this?"
Yu Mo said aggrievedly, "My father scolded me, and my mother scolded me too. Is Jiang Jiang really my father's son?"
After he finished speaking, he ran away, with Rong Shuyi chasing after him. It is best to take care of a child when he is still in swaddling clothes, as it becomes more difficult to educate him as he grows older.
Before dinner, Xiao Zhuozi took Jiang Jiang back to Guanju Palace.
There are turquoise beads and a red sachet hanging around her neck, which looks bulging.
Sheng Xiyan took it down and opened it. It was a jar of ointment with a yellow background and dragon pattern.
Hua Xia said happily, "This is the medicine the emperor gave me, my lady. My lady, the emperor's anger should have subsided, right?"
Sheng Xiyan's eyes were filled with smiles. "It's only half gone."
Hua Xia gently stroked the turquoise beads and exclaimed, "My lady, this turquoise is not only bright and evenly colored, but also translucent like jade!"
Sheng Xiyan said, "Jade turquoise is the finest turquoise. Compared to ordinary turquoise, it is crystal clear and more watery and smooth. This string of turquoise could buy a 17-acre mansion in Beijing."
Hua Xia's eyes sparkled with gold ingots. "Wow, the Emperor is so generous. I have to keep this. It will be the capital for our young master to marry a wife in the future."
Meixiang came in and said with a smile, "Hey, isn't our young master a prince consort?"
Sheng Xiyan began to worry. If Jiang Jiang and Le Wen didn't like each other when they grew up, it would be fine. But if one liked each other and the other didn't, what would they do?
Forget it, let’s wait until they grow up.
Late at night, in the back hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Xuan Ling couldn't fall asleep while lying on the dragon couch.
In his hand was a transparent gilded glass bottle containing the handful of red beans.
Lust is something more difficult to endure than sexual desire. Sexual desire can be relieved by oneself, but lust is like a ghost. It will linger around me at night, making me toss and turn, curl up in a ball and cry. I want to hug you, I want to kiss you, but this kind of desire makes people helpless.
"Someone come!"
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