Chapter 43 Stop praising me, I will suspect that you are mocking me!
Emperor Jingyuan raised his hand and slapped her on the buttocks, saying sternly, "Who taught you that? What's that about whoring? Say it again and I'll see."
Zhao Yuheng's headache hurt even more. Who on earth had taught his precious daughter such bad things?
Xihe was beaten and immediately burst into tears. "I won't dare to do that again! That beautiful sister told me that last time I went to the brothel."
The veins on Emperor Jingyuan's forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Third Brother, if you dare to take your sister to some indecent place again, you won't have to come back."
Emperor Jingyuan wanted to beat Xihe up, but the slap wouldn't come down no matter how hard he tried. He was so angry that he had to pull Zhao Zhinan, who was closest to him, over to give him a beating.
Zhao Zhinan's face was full of accusations, "Father, you are causing harm to innocent people!"
Emperor Jingyuan snorted coldly, glanced at the test paper, and then looked away.
It's too harmful to the eyes.
"Xihe, do you want to explain why your essay is written like this?" Emperor Jingyuan became more and more angry as he read the paper, and simply threw the paper to Zhao Chengning who kept looking around.
Zhao Chengning took the paper, and the usual slight smile on his face froze at the corner of his mouth, and he laughed out loud the next second.
"Sister, you..."
Zhao Chengning had a bunch of compliments in mind but they stopped at his lips.
Although he has no conscience, we can't force him to praise.
Only this one:
"Geese, geese, geese,
My big white goose,
Swish, swish, swish,
Three geese drifted by,
Ahhhh,
What a beautiful goose."
Is this a poem? It's not even five-character verse, nor is it a quatrain.
Is this a new topic?
Xihe sniffed and looked at the eldest prince with tears in her eyes, "Big brother, is my writing bad? It's so smooth!"
Zhao Chengning gave his sister an unfathomable look and said, "It's going pretty smoothly."
"You seem very happy about what you wrote, right?" Emperor Jingyuan's sinister voice came from behind, and Xihe couldn't help but shiver.
"Daddy!" Xihe tried to get away with it by acting coquettishly, but unexpectedly, Emperor Jingyuan didn't buy it at all.
"Shut up!" said Emperor Jingyuan.
Xihe was held by the scruff of the neck in his hands, and sat obediently in his arms, not daring to move.
"What were you doing when Tutor Li was teaching?" Emperor Jingyuan resigned himself to taking back the test paper, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt annoyed.
"Sleeping..." Xihe replied in a low voice.
Emperor Jingyuan sneered, "You are quite honest."
Xihe curled up into a ball and muttered softly, "You can't blame me for this. I really didn't understand what the Master said, and I was sleepy, so I just... fell asleep."
Emperor Jingyuan reached out and slapped Xihe on the butt, saying unhappily, "You didn't listen to a single class, so of course you don't understand."
Xihe pursed her lips and sobbed softly, "Poetry is meant to be sung, right? I can't even pronounce the one Taifu taught me, so I can't learn it."
Emperor Jingyuan looked at the poem carefully, then picked up several others for comparison, his expression gloomy.
Zhao Zhinan, fearing chaos in the world, looked at Xihe's paper and laughed out loud, "Xihe, what kind of nonsense is that? And ahhh, what a beautiful goose! Hahahahaha!"
Suddenly, Zhao Zhinan was slapped on the butt and fell to the ground like a stone.
"Father! I'm thirteen!"
He is already thirteen, how can he be spanked? Just treat him as if he is five.
Emperor Jingyuan glanced at him and said, "What are you laughing at? In my opinion, Xihe writes better than you. As your elder brother, you don't act like a role model at all!"
Zhao Zhinan opened his mouth slightly and stared at Emperor Jingyuan in a daze, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Father, are you... blind?"
In response, Emperor Jingyuan slapped him again.
"Who is blind?" Emperor Jingyuan asked coldly with his eyes slightly narrowed.
Zhao Zhinan immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "I'm blind."
"Xihe is right. Poetry is meant to be sung. Why make it so awkward?"
Emperor Jingyuan, who was a daughter-slave, became extremely rebellious and turned his back on everyone, as if the person he had scolded the most harshly was not him.
"Three levels!" Emperor Jingyuan raised his hand and said, "Take this poem to the Hanlin Academy and have them copy it and circulate it widely!"
Sanping was not surprised by this and took the test paper calmly, "I obey your order."
"No, no, no!" Xihe leaned halfway out and extended her hand towards Sanping. "Daddy, this article is not good. I will study it again and write it better before sending you off."
The little girl burst into tears.
She knew very well what a terrible thing she wrote. If it really got out, she would never have to face anyone again.
Emperor Jingyuan seemed to be in deep thought, and pondered for a long while, "I think it's very good, smooth and fluent, simple and easy to understand, it is worthy of being a masterpiece."
With every word Emperor Jingyuan spoke, the little girl lowered her head a little.
Stop praising me, stop praising me, or I will suspect that you are mocking me.
"Daddy, I will learn more and will definitely be able to do better. Please don't give me this, okay?" The little girl had a sad face and begged Emperor Jingyuan, as if she was saying, "I will cry if you don't agree."
Emperor Jingyuan raised his eyebrows, a barely perceptible smile playing on the corner of his lips, "Alright, then Daddy will wait for your mid-year assessment results."
"Thank you, Daddy!" Xihe suddenly came alive, jumped out of his arms, gave Emperor Jingyuan a kiss, and ran away happily with her test paper in her pocket.
Emperor Jingyuan took a sip of tea to hide the meaningful smile at the corner of his lips.
Little girl, I can’t cure you.
*
In order not to embarrass himself, Xihe returned to the palace and read by lamplight at night with the pile of books, showing the perseverance of someone who was willing to hang his head on the beam and prick his legs with a needle.
Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, Xihe was dug out of bed by Concubine Chen. She was wearing a red jacket, and her few beautiful hair were tied into two small buns, each with a red hair accessory. With her cute face, she looked like a lucky doll.
"Brother! It's off!"
Zhao Chengning volunteered to go up and hang the lanterns, and Concubine Chen held Xihe and gave instructions from below.
"Which way?" Zhao Chengning asked.
"To the left!" Xihe leaned half of his body out of Concubine Chen's arms, eager to climb up.
Zhao Chengning moved a little to the right as he was told.
"Brother! It's off again! A little to the left!"
Zhao Chengning had no choice but to turn left again, and sure enough, he went off the track again.
The young commander gave instructions from below, sometimes left, sometimes right, and after a few seconds, Zhao Chengning stopped moving.
"Xihe, are you doing this on purpose?" Zhao Chengning found a suitable place to hang the lantern, jumped down from the ladder, grabbed Xihe's face, and spoke in a deliberately harsh tone.
Xihe hummed, bit Zhao Chengning's hand, and retreated back into Concubine Chen's arms, her tone full of accusations, "Mother, look at my brother! He's so stupid! He even pinched me!"
Noble Concubine Chen, who could see through her daughter's little thoughts, deliberately put on a stern face and slapped each of them with a hundred lashes, "Stop it, both of you are not easy to deal with!"
One of them deliberately deviates too much, and the other one deliberately gives blind orders. They are simply a pair of funny people.
"Hmph!" Xihe made a face at Zhao Chengning, then buried her head back in Concubine Chen's arms.
Zhao Chengning grinned, his eyes full of helplessness.
This ancestor!
What to do? Pamper her.
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