Little Xi'er was carried away by Qin Jue, but it still felt like something was missing.
As Xiao Xi'er was thinking, she realized she hadn't said goodbye to her brother, so she turned and leaned on Qin Jue's shoulder, looking in Qin Jingyi's direction.
"Brother, bye-bye!"
Little Xi waved her little hand and said goodbye.
Qin Jingyao thought Xiao Xi'er had forgotten him, and was even a little disappointed.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing Xiao Xi'er say goodbye, he quickly replied...
"Little Xi'er. Bye-bye, come here to find your brother!"
"My brother will always be here."
Qin Jue carried Xiao Xi'er away, and Xiao Xi'er didn't hear what Qin Jingyi said.
But Qin Jue heard it.
This brat, is he never going to stop? He wants Xiao Xi'er to come to the palace academy to find him? Dream on.
Who does he think he is? Letting him spend the whole afternoon with Xiao Xi'er is already a great favor to him.
Now he actually wants to abduct his own little Xi'er?
Dream on!!!
It seems I haven't been doing enough schoolwork.
Seeing the Emperor's expression, Sanhezi felt sorrow for the Crown Prince.
Of all things to be thinking about, the eldest prince is eyeing the little princess.
Your Highness, you're doomed!
Qin Jue carried Xiao Xi'er back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and removed the flower wreath from his head.
It was placed on a clip specifically for holding flower wreaths.
Sanhezi watched as His Majesty carefully placed the flower wreath.
One can't help but marvel at how carefully and happily His Majesty regarded the gift from the little princess.
"Father, tell me quickly how much is sixty-seven?"
After Qin Jue finished placing the flower wreath, he saw Xiao Xi'er resting her face on her two little hands, looking at him.
"Okay, Father will tell Xiaoxi what sixty-seven is right now."
Qin Jue strode over and sat down next to Xiao Xi'er.
Qin Jue picked up a brush and wrote the three large characters 'Lu Shiqi' (sixty-seven in capital letters) on the rice paper.
Show it to Xiaoxi'er, "This is sixty-seven."
Xiao Xi'er also picked up a calligraphy brush and drew three black ink blots on the paper. She then looked up at Qin Jue with her little face.
Qin Jue saw three characters huddled together on the Xuan paper.
He laughed "hahaha".
Qin Jue only intended to fool Xiao Xi'er, since Xiao Xi'er couldn't read and hadn't started learning.
Qin Jue was surprised that Xiao Xi'er would actually look at his handwriting and start learning it too.
She couldn't help but sigh to herself, 'I didn't expect my daughter to be so studious? Should I send Xiaoxi'er to the palace school then?'
At this moment, Qin Jue had no idea that in a few months, he would be slapped in the face by Xiao Xi'er.
It's still that kind of really loud slap in the face.
Seeing that Xiao Xi'er was interested in learning, Qin Jue stopped teaching her to write and started teaching her to count instead.
Qin Jue ordered Sanhezi to bring sixty-seven rattle drums.
Sanhezi placed the rattle drums in front of the father and daughter one by one.
Qin Jue picked up a rattle drum and shook it. Little Xi'er followed her father's example, picking up a rattle drum and shaking it as well.
"Knock knock knock"
The rattle drum rang out in response to Xiao Xi'er's movements.
Little Xi'er held a rattle in each hand and shook it.
She shook her hands quite happily, and then raised both of her little hands in front of Qin Jue.
Qin Jue praised Xiao Xi'er without hesitation.
"Daddy, does this 'drum' mean sixty-seven?"
"No, Xiao Xi'er, count how many rattles there are."
After hearing Qin Jue's words, Xiao Xi'er started climbing onto the table and counting.
“One, three, one, one, like... Father, one…”
Qin Jue listened to Xiao Xi'er counting, which was all jumbled up and incoherent. He clearly remembered that when he used to review memorials, he would teach Xiao Xi'er to count for each one he picked up.
Back then, Xiaoxi said she could count, so why is she counting all over the place now?
Could it be that time has passed and they've forgotten?
And what number is this '爹爹个'?
Qin Jue thought to himself, and asked Xiao Xi'er, "Xiao Xi'er, what number is your 'Daddy'?"
Little Xi looked up at Qin Jue with that exact expression on her face, "It's 'Daddy'!"
Qin Jue was speechless. He had clearly taught her some numbers before. He asked what was on his mind, "Father, didn't you teach Xiao Xi'er to count before?"
"Let me think about it, and yes, Father, look how well I'm counting now!"
Hehehe
Qin Jue indicated that he already knew; it wasn't just that he hadn't been taught last time.
"Come here, little Xi'er, let Daddy teach you to count again."
Okay, okay!
Xiao Xi'er stretched out her arms, wanting Qin Jue to hold her, and Qin Jue readily picked her up and sat her on his lap.
"Little Xi'er, count with me."
"OK"
"one"
"Mud" (Part 1)
"two"
"Ear" (2)
"three"
"Sour" (Part 3)
...
"Daddy, I've got it!"
Xiao Xi'er held a rattle drum in her hand and said to Qin Jue...
"How about Xiaoxi counts them once?"
"OK"
“Mud, acid, seek, four…” (one, three, nine, four…)
Qin Jue listened to Xiao Xi'er counting. Well, she hadn't learned it yet. Time to continue teaching.
Qin Jue taught her three more times, and Xiao Xi'er continued counting for Qin Jue.
“Mud, fear, ear, sour, nest…” (one, eight, two, three, five…)
Qin Jue felt heartbroken again when he heard Xiao Xi'er counting again.
But whenever Qin Jue didn't want to teach anymore, he would see Xiao Xi'er looking at him with her bright, sparkling eyes.
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