A lot of things happened that day. Yu Huan went back with his aunt, talked for a while, and then was sent back to sleep.
Chen Jinzhi was worried that she wouldn't sleep well, so she specifically asked Zhuping to light some calming incense for her.
After a quick wash, Yu Huan lay down on the soft bed. He vaguely heard Zhu Ping opening the copper incense burner with gold inlay and hollow magpie tail, and seemed to add some spices into it, and then put the lid back on.
Yu Huan fell into a deep sleep before he could even smell the fragrance of the incense.
She was very busy and exhausted that day.
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The next morning, Yu Huan was lazily having breakfast with her aunt. Just as she finished the last spoonful of bird's nest porridge, she heard a little palace maid run in and announce, "The emperor is here."
Before he could react, he heard the voices of servants outside greeting each other, and then heard footsteps approaching.
Not long after, Yun Zhiyan walked in and paid his respects to Chen Jinzhi.
It seemed that he had just finished a morning court session. Yun Zhiyan was still wearing a crown and a bright yellow court robe embroidered with a green and gold dragon pattern.
The late emperor, in this attire, exuded more of the majesty of an emperor. However, although Yun Zhiyan wore the same attire, his youthful and handsome appearance was superior.
If you were to cast your eyes upon him, you would notice his straight back and the sharp jaw that showed when he spoke with his eyes lowered.
The dragon robe was extremely gorgeous, as if it had a brilliant light shining on it, reflecting on his body, making him look even more handsome and pleasing to the eye.
Yu Huan was distracted, and it was the Queen Mother who said something. Yun Zhiyan chuckled, looked at her, and said something like "I came to see my sister after the court session" that caught her attention.
Talking about her?
Yu Huan picked up a piece of delicately made red bean paste cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
Shen Jinzhi knew about his actions yesterday and could see that he still had true feelings for his sister Yu Huan. As the emperor who held real power, it wouldn't hurt for Yu Huan to be closer to him.
Thinking of this, Chen Jinzhi smiled and sent them both to the side hall, telling them to talk as before.
Although he had heard from the palace servants that Shoukang Palace had not summoned the imperial physician, and he had seen her return safely last night, he was still a little worried, so he rushed over as soon as the morning court was over.
Now that it was daytime, I could clearly see that she had no injuries on her body, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There are few flowers to see in winter, but the daffodils that Zhu Ping brought back from the Garden Bureau two days ago have bloomed. The green leaves stand upright, with snow-white petals spread out, and the golden stamens add a bit of beauty to the holy flowers.
Yun Zhiyan sat down at the table, her wide sleeves spread out, and the delicate fragrance of daffodils seemed to spread.
Yu Huan belatedly noticed that he was looking at the books, calligraphy and other things placed there.
"Don't look." She exclaimed, but it was too late.
Yun Zhiyan had already unfolded the paper and admired it leisurely and elegantly for a moment before looking up at her. "What's there to be afraid of?"
Yu Huan felt embarrassed and covered his face with his hands.
Since Yun Zhiyan ascended the throne, no one had done her homework for her, so she became lazy and procrastinated. She spent the whole day trying to find ways to escape from the palace, simply because she didn't want to study.
Sometimes she couldn't escape, and when the teacher came to teach her, she didn't want to do the homework. She only wrote a few strokes on each homework and then put it down. Some of them she didn't even touch, leaving a blank space.
I'm afraid if I delay for a few more days, the teacher will not be willing to come and teach her.
Seeing Yun Zhiyan flipping through the things she had done perfunctorily, Yu Huan felt depressed and just wanted to find a place to hide.
To be honest, she hasn't figured out how to treat Yun Zhiyan yet.
In the past, he was just the seventh prince, and it was natural and unproblematic for her to bully him.
But now that he has become the emperor, no matter how spoiled Yu Huan is, she dares not act recklessly with him, for fear that he will be angry and chop off her head, and then implicate her aunt.
"No one will write for you, you really don't want to do it." Yun Zhiyan finished reading page by page, his tone seemed to be a little amused, unlike his usual dignified and indifferent tone when he looked at people from afar. The intimacy revealed in his tone was as if they were still in the Chaohui Palace.
It doesn't look like accountability.
Yu Huan moved over reluctantly, "You know, I haven't liked reading or writing since I was a child."
Yun Zhiyan gently put down the pile of papers, sat there and looked up at her slightly. The sunlight shining through the window screen just happened to dot his full forehead, making his eyebrows and eyes look even more calm. Looking closely, there was an indescribable meaning.
"Didn't I say that if you don't want to write, come to me?"
Yu Huan was a little surprised that what he said was actually true.
Yun Zhiyan sensed her discomfort after he became emperor, and he exhaled slightly, "Although I don't live with you anymore, I'm still your brother, right?"
Yu Huan opened his eyes wide.
She seemed to understand.
Perhaps because no one took care of her since she was a child, Yun Zhiyan cherished the days when he grew up in Zhaohui Palace. Or perhaps he had forgotten the memory of bullying her when she was a child. In short, now, he was still willing to maintain the "friendly" brother-sister relationship between them.
Yu Huanke is the best at climbing up the pole.
She immediately asked, "Really? You're still willing to do my homework for me? I'm worried you're too busy handling government affairs."
"Nowadays, the world is peaceful and government affairs are not too busy, so I still have time to write a few words or compose a few poems."
Yun Zhiyan found the inkstone, pressed a piece of black and golden fragrant ink with his slender fingertips, and ground the ink in the inkstone.
Yu Huan looked behind him with a guilty conscience. Fortunately, the palace servants under Chen Jinzhi always followed the rules. When the master was talking inside, they would always go to guard outside the door, so they did not hear what they had just said.
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