Secondly, compared to Honghui when he first started practicing calligraphy, Hongxuan demanded much more from him.
Because the Fourth Master discovered that the little guy not only had great strength in his hands, but also a steady hand. So there was no fear that he would get hurt if he wrote too much. After the Fourth Master carefully compared and estimated, the amount of calligraphy practice he gave the little guy was exactly at his limit.
It's easy to imagine that doing something easy but repeatedly can lead to frustration, and the exhaustion at your limit is an undeniable factor.
So, Hongxuan's mood during the evening of calligraphy practice went from being at ease to being annoyed, and then from annoyed to having sore and tired hands. In the end, he even wanted to give up, but when he looked up, his father was sitting right next to him, and he didn't dare to do it even if he had the courage.
While reading the book, the Fourth Prince noticed the gaze directed at him, looked up, and found himself face to face with Hongxuan.
The little guy immediately lowered his eyes, his little mouth slightly pouting, looking quite annoyed. Then, looking at the unfinished calligraphy on the table, he sighed almost imperceptibly, rubbed his sore wrists, gritted his teeth, and continued to wield the brush.
Compared to Hongxuan's suffering in the side room, Jiaming was much happier. In her room, she held a storybook in her hand, reading it with great interest. As she read, she would occasionally make sarcastic comments about the various parts of the storybook, but she didn't say them out loud.
As time passed, the storybook was suddenly snatched from her hand, and in an instant, she instinctively reached out to strike.
"It's time to go to bed." The Fourth Master's slightly hoarse voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Hearing the familiar voice, she paused, relieved that she hadn't overreacted, and glanced at the Fourth Master with a hint of annoyance in her bright eyes.
In the warm, dim candlelight, Jiaming's innocent, doll-like face suddenly revealed a captivating charm with a fleeting glance. The coexistence of innocence and allure created a contradictory beauty, instantly deepening the Fourth Master's gaze.
Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Jiaming sensed the increasingly awkward atmosphere around her and immediately changed the subject, "Master, where's Hongxuan? He's outside. He'll be scared sleeping alone, so perhaps..."
"Mmm..." Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was covered. As she was being kissed until she was dizzy, she seemed to hear the Fourth Master's husky and sexy voice, "Hongxuan, you don't need to worry about him, I'll have Su Peisheng accompany him..."
Several days passed, and there was not much beautiful scenery on the southern tour. It was just rolling mountains, green trees, and yellowish-brown dirt roads. There was not much change.
The daytime carriage ride was quite boring. By evening, Jiaming was exhausted and her back ached. She was in a bad mood and looked rather gloomy. However, when she looked at her son scratching his head every now and then, the contrast made her feel much better.
"Mother, are you happy?" Little Hongxuan asked, tilting his head.
Jiaming nodded and replied with a smile, "Mm."
Feeling that the laughter was somewhat irritating and somehow related to him, Xiao Hongxuan couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"
Jiaming sized up Hongxuan for a while, and seeing him shift his small body uncomfortably, she said meaningfully, "Want to know?"
Hongxuan pursed his lips, nodded, and replied, "Yes."
“Happiness is relative, and so is being happy.” Jiaming paused at this point.
Hearing this, Hongxuan felt quite uncomfortable.
"Seeing you being confined and having to finish your calligraphy practice tonight, so boring and tedious, compared to that, your mother is actually quite good." Jiaming continued her attack.
Hongxuan: "..." Is this really my mother? Is she really this hurtful?
Jiaming: "You really are my biological daughter, don't worry."
Hongxuan looked at her in confusion, thinking to himself: How did Mother know what I was thinking? Did she say it out loud?
"I didn't say it out loud," Jiaming continued leisurely, "Your facial expressions are so rich and straightforward, I could tell."
Hongxuan was depressed and thought to himself: It seems I'll have to learn from Amado in the future.
Inside the carriage, after a brief conversation, silence returned, filled only with the clatter of horses' hooves and the rumble of the wheels.
After a while, Hongxuan, who had been detained for several days, finally couldn't sit still anymore. He kept shifting his little bottom, as if he had ADHD.
After a while, still bored, the little one looked at Jiaming hesitantly for a long time, until they stopped to rest and finally stammered out, "Mother?"
"Hmm?" Jiaming looked at him with a puzzled expression, indicating that he should speak if he had something to say.
Little Hongxuan rubbed her little bottom against him, pressing her body even closer, and answered in one breath, "Xuan'er wants to go out and play for a while." After saying that, her bright eyes blinked, full of pleading.
"This..." Jiaming drawled out, unable to say whether she agreed or disagreed.
Little Hongxuan got anxious and said, "Mother, let Xuan'er go! Xuan'er promises not to make a fuss."
In his haste, the little guy, who could only speak in short sentences before, suddenly burst out with a seven-word sentence, showing remarkable progress.
Jiaming had obviously noticed this change as well. As a mother, she was always happy for her child's progress, no matter how small.
The man was in a good mood and became much easier to talk to, so she immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay! Go ahead!"
"Really!" Hongxuan's mouth gaped open slightly, somewhat unable to believe that his mother had agreed.
Jiaming nodded and continued to instruct, "Remember your promise. Also, come back as soon as you're done resting. Don't linger and go off to play somewhere else, understand?"
"Yes!" Hongxuan nodded heavily.
After the rest period, Hongxuan returned on time, without causing any trouble today. Jiaming saw that he wasn't sweating and didn't need to change his clothes. While handing the little guy some tea, she thought to herself that he was being so well-behaved today, clearly knowing he had done wrong. Besides, she had confined him for a few days recently, and he had diligently completed the calligraphy practice punishment that his grandfather had given him every night. His attitude in admitting his mistake was quite serious. Should she let him go out and play during the day?
And so, Hongxuan played during the day and practiced calligraphy at night. Then, one night about two weeks later, in a room at a post station along the way, there were three figures. Besides one standing by, there were two other figures, one large and one small, sitting. The smaller one looked excited, sitting on a high chair, waving his brush and applying ink to the paper on the table. During this time, the larger one glanced at the smaller one several times.
Strange, why is Hongxuan so excited today? Xuan'er has always been healthy, and nothing has happened to make him happy lately. Could it be...? He's been drugged, or...?
Unable to suppress his scheming nature, the Fourth Prince suddenly frowned, his face turning cold, and an even stronger chill emanated from him. How dare someone plot against Xuan'er! Unbelievable!
Furious and worried, the Fourth Prince's face was extremely ugly. After a long while, he, who was usually very good at concealing his emotions, finally managed to regain his icy, expressionless face.
Just as he was about to wave to Su Peisheng to find a doctor, Hongxuan, who was standing beside him, stopped writing out of concern.
The writing stopped so quickly, whereas it usually took twice as long. Xuan'er was so deeply affected. The Fourth Master frowned again. The thought of who was behind this was chilling him to the bone.
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