"The old master is idle. When he remembers that the children like this, he found someone... Come on, your highness, and this, bamboo dragonfly..." He held a very delicate bamboo dragonfly, rubbed his hands, and then loosened his hands, and the bamboo dragonfly flew into the sky.

"Your Highness, look..."

Hong'er raised her head and looked at it intently, but saw the bamboo dragonfly spinning in the air for a while before it fell down.

Zeng Xiaoqian was amazed by this simple and magical toy, "Oh, this is even more fun... Grandpa Taoist, are they all given to me?"

"I will give it to your highness. From now on, tell the old Taoist priest what he wants, and the old Taoist priest will find you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Taoist."

The child hugged his neck and kissed him on the face.

How could a monk have experienced such intimacy? He laughed and left, while walking, and said, "What a good child, everyone loves him, everyone loves him!"

Summer is finally here.

On this day, Li Yi, who had not shown up for a long time, came.

These days, he was busy with the affairs of the Ministry of Works, but there were few projects in Beiwudang now, and only one temple was under construction. Li Yi didn't have much work, so he went to Fangfei's fiefdom to see the spring plowing situation this year.

When he came up, he brought a thick stack of information and many specialties from the fiefdom.

It was a clear afternoon, the mountain breeze was fresh and early summer was not too hot. Fang Fei sat on a chair, holding a needlework in her hand, and the child was copying and writing big characters.

What she made was a single shirt, one stitch and one thread, and she was busy.

The surroundings are quiet. When the child writes, she does not allow anyone to disturb him, so as not to distract him from his energy. Therefore, the child develops a good habit of high self-control and concentration since childhood.

He finished writing the 20 large characters specified and read the Yuefu poetry collection again. He finished it last night today, so he put down his book and ran over, "Empress Dowager, is this the clothes he made for me?"
Chapter completed!