There is also the court, countless state affairs, and the common people.
There is also her, the children, and the Luo family.
The burden was so heavy that she asked herself what she would do if she were in his position. In that position, no one could help him, and every step could go wrong, so she thought carefully and took every precaution.
All she could do was to have a place to relax and sleep without any worries when he came home.
Now, wasn't he just lying defenseless and relaxed in her arms?
In this life, he clearly cares more about the people than in his previous one, perhaps due to the influence of Xu Wei and Yang Ling. He pondered and considered the new policies. It's not that he didn't make mistakes, after all, the road ahead was unknown.
Sometimes, when she looked at his back as he wrote in the study, she felt a sense of admiration.
Seeing that he was already fast asleep, Luo Yining lowered her head and kissed his slightly furrowed brow. The two father and son were both lying in her room, so she simply picked up a book to read.
After a while, Luo Han woke up, rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. Seeing his father sleeping on his mother's lap, he was a little unhappy.
My father monopolized my mother every day. When he was finally sent back one day, he slept in my mother's arms, and I slept alone in the bed.
But Luo Han didn't dare cry. When he cried as a child, his father would punish him by making him copy books and practice archery, but no matter how much he cried, it was useless. He had to change Luo Han's clingy habits. Eight-year-old Luo Han just stood beside Luo Yining with restraint, tugged at her sleeve, and whispered, "Mom, I want some cakes." He added, "The cakes you made."
Little Luo Han calls all flour and rice flour foods "cakes".
The eight-year-old Luo Han has already mastered an important skill called "making a feint to the east and attacking in the west", which will play a great role in his future life and study.
Luo Yining obeyed him unconditionally today. If her son wanted cake, she would make it! She patted the child's head, carefully moved Luo Shenyuan away, and got up to go to the kitchen to make the dough.
After Luo Yining left, Luo Shenyuan opened his eyes.
Luo Han whispered, "Father, pretend to be asleep..."
How can I not pretend to enjoy my wife's tenderness? Luo Shenyuan didn't think it was a big deal. He smiled and touched his son's head: "Come, Han brother, come with me. Today, your father will teach you to read "The Art of War". Then he added, "You can't eat the cake if you don't finish it."
When Luo Yining was busy in the kitchen and finally brought the steamed date cake to the table, little Luo Han was sitting at the desk, reciting the Thirty-Six Stratagems in a serious manner.
"If you don't eat now, it'll get cold..." Luo Yining wanted her son to eat first. After all, she had worked so hard to steam it for half a day. Although the taste was average, far inferior to the cook's, she didn't know why Luo Han liked it so much.
"So what if it's cold? He can't eat cold food." Luo Shenyuan said calmly, taking Yining's hand, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to pay respects to your mother." Without saying anything, he took Yining's hand and went out.
Little Luo Han memorized the entire book only after the entire candle on the candlestick had burned out.
The date cake was naturally completely cold.
Mother is gone too.
There was only the flickering shadow of a candle in the room.
Luo Han couldn't help but think of one word: petty. He'd never met anyone with a heart smaller than his father's. He had a strong desire for revenge.
Little Luo Han wiped his eyes and continued to recite while chewing on the cold date cake.
The eight-year-old boy Luo Han understood one thing: don’t fight with your father for anything, because you won’t be able to win.
Four years later, Luo Han had grown rapidly in height, soon surpassing Luo Yining. He had become a teenager, and his relationship with Yining was no longer as close as it had been when they were children.
He had just returned from studying at the Imperial College, looking exhausted.
His little sister, who had just grown teeth, leaned against her mother's arms. It was strange; the boy looked like Luo Shenyuan, and the girl looked like her father too. She was wrapped in a pink silk jacket, chewing on her feet and giggling foolishly.
His mother hadn't seen him for a long time and wanted to stand up and hug him, but her sister was around so she couldn't. She could only smile and said excitedly, "You're finally back! Your father is waiting for you in the study."
She knew that the child was more distant from her than before.
Luo Han nodded politely: "I will come to pay my respects to you after I return to my father."
He walked away step by step, his heart bleeding when he thought of the little pink ball in his mother's arms.
He couldn't compete with his father, nor with his naive sister. His second brother, on the other hand, preferred swordplay and weapons, and had followed Grandpa to his post. He was the closest to Grandpa in the family. Luo Han also liked Uncle Wei Ting, but he had no time to visit him.
He is the eldest son and has to bear the responsibility of the Luo family and the future of the Luo family. This is the expectation his father has for him.
So let’s talk about other things later.
He is no longer a child, so his mother will naturally become less and less important.
Luo Han sighed softly.
Anyway, my father was very satisfied with it.
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