Yang Fan returned to the general's mansion with a dark face. Yang Ling noticed that his father's expression was off.
"Father, what's wrong? Have you been impeached by Imperial Censor Tang again?"
In the Tang Dynasty, far away on the street, someone sneezed and wondered, "Who insulted me again?"
"Old Tang, you've offended quite a few people. Look at you, you're sneezing again."
"Fang Li, who says that when I sneeze, it means someone is cursing me? It could also be that my daughter misses me."
Fang Li was speechless. Yes, it's very possible that someone really does miss that old dog, Tang.
Yang Fan grew angrier and angrier, slamming his hand on the table and startling his wife, causing her to drop the teacup.
"Rebellious daughter, rebellious daughter!"
"Hey old man, can you please stop slamming your fist on the table?"
"And how is my darling a rebellious daughter? If you don't explain yourself, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Madam Yang grabbed Yang Fan's ear and wouldn't let go, while Yang Fan touched his ear.
"Madam, Madam, please calm down. Your son is still here."
"You still know your son is here?" Madam Yang removed her hand from Yang Fan's ear.
"Father, why did you scold my sister?"
Yang Fan glared at Yang Ling when he saw his wife about to make another move.
Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about?
"Madam, Madam, please listen to me!"
"Then tell me, I'm listening."
"Does Madam still remember the things we gave Jiaojiao, and the things Jiaojiao took every time she came back to the manor?"
Seeing that his wife glanced at him without speaking, Yang Fan continued, "I only found out today that they've all gone into His Majesty's treasury."
"If it's in, it's in. It's good that it's given to His Majesty; that way, His Majesty will treat our Jiaojiao better."
Yang Fan thought it made a lot of sense, but then he thought about it again and realized something was wrong.
Don't you know your own daughter well? She loves that 'Red Whip of the Misty Robe' so much, she'll give it to His Majesty?
I remember three years ago she also gave His Majesty her favorite 'Hibiscus Moon' vase.
Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's really wrong.
Yang Fan felt increasingly uneasy, and as he was still thinking, Madam Yang grabbed one of his ears again.
"Now that the item has been given to Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao can give it to whomever she wants."
Did you hear that?
"I heard you, I heard you, Madam, please let go."
When Madam Yang heard what she wanted to hear, she released her hand.
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"Daddy, we've finished eating."
Xiao Xi'er held up the empty bowl of goat milk for Qin Jue to see.
"Little Xi'er, that's great!" Qin Jue took the handkerchief from Chunhe and wiped Little Xi'er's mouth.
"Daddy, you're so slow, oh dear."
Little Xi'er tugged at her little ears and stuck out her tongue, "teasing" Qin Jue.
"Come here, little Xi'er, come see if Daddy will spank your little bottom."
Qin Jue, dressed in Western clothes, raised his hands to hit Xiao Xi'er.
Little Xi slowly slid down from the stool, and after sliding down to stand on the ground...
Even more "exaggerated"
"Shame on you, Daddy can't beat me, so he'll attack me!"
"Shame on you, trying to learn from a little kid like me."
After saying that, he ran towards the outside of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He paused for a moment when he was almost at the door.
"Daddy. I'm going to play some games, hee hee hee!"
She turned and ran off again, disappearing from sight. Chunhe and Xiaju followed suit, chasing after Xiaoxi'er.
"Little princess, slow down, wait for me!"
"Sister Xia Ju, Cen (really) slow."
"Fine, I'll wait for Sister Xiaju and Sister Chunhe. I won't practice (Ran), otherwise they'll cry later."
Xiao Xi stopped, saying one thing but meaning another.
"Yes, yes, thank you for the post, Princess."
Chunhe echoed Xiaoxi'er's words, and seeing that Xiaoxi'er was panting from exhaustion, she pretended not to notice.
Little Xi'er realized that her two "silly" older sisters hadn't noticed that she was actually tired, and she covered her mouth and chuckled.
Xiao Xi'er led Chunhe and Xiaju along at a leisurely pace, looking left and right and stopping frequently.
"Sister Chunhe. This place seems so far away (where is this?)"
"Why do I feel a little scared?"
Chunhe looked around and observed for a while.
"Little princess, this should be the Cold Palace."
"It's as cold as a cold palace (what is that)."
Xiao Xi looked up at Chunhe.
"This cold palace is where some concubines who have made mistakes live."
"Aoao"
Xiao Xi'er held Xia Ju's hand in one hand and Chun He's hand in the other.
"Let's go, it's cold in here."
As she spoke, Xiao Xi'er pulled the two of them away from there.
The roads of the Cold Palace were usually silent, but little Xi'er was skipping and hopping along them, so lively!
"Sister Xiaju, look, there are flowers here!"
Xiao Xi'er pulled Xia Ju to a secluded corner.
Xiao Xi'er saw two or three pale yellow flower buds and touched them with her hand.
A breeze arose. The flower buds danced gracefully to the music, as if responding to the gentle caress of the little one.
"Sister Chunhe, shall we bring some back for Huahua?"
Since Xiao Xi'er had spoken, how could Chunhe and Xiaju refuse? Of course not, they nodded in agreement.
"Huahua, I'll take her back to Li later, okay?"
Little Xi touched the little flower with her tiny hands and said, "It seems like the flower is responding; it swayed a few times in response to the music."
"Chunhe, don't you think Duohua looks familiar?"
When Chunhe heard Xiaju's question, she squatted down and looked at it carefully.
"Isn't this 'Yao Huang Peony'?"
"Yes, yes, I also think it's 'Yao Huang Peony,' it looks so much like the one the Empress has."
"Unfortunately, later on Consort Jun's birthday, the Empress heard that Consort Jun liked flowers, so she gave Consort Jun a 'Yao Huang Peony' as a birthday gift."
Upon hearing Xia Ju's words, Chunhe gently pried open the petals of one of the flower buds, and sure enough, the center of the bud was red.
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