"There was a famous scholar named Kong Rong in the Southern Dynasty. When he was a child, he was smart and studious, quick-witted and clever. Everyone praised him as a strange boy. When he was 4 years old, he could recite many poems and understand etiquette. His parents loved him very much. One day, his father's friend brought a plate of pears. The father called Kong Rong and the seven brothers who started to choose from themselves. The younger brother first picked out the largest one, and Kong Rong picked out the youngest pear and said, "I am young, I should eat the smallest pear, and give the remaining big pears to my brothers." My father was very surprised after hearing this and asked again: 'That brother is younger than you?' Kong Rong said, 'Because I am an older brother and my younger brother is younger than me, I should also give in to him.'..."

The child listened carefully, Fangfei patted his shoulder and said softly: "You are the brother, of course you have to give in to your younger brother. The gift from your father is not to not love you, but because you are all the sons of your father, so you cannot favor one or the other. If you have it, your younger brothers should have it, are you right?"

"But... the Empress Dowager, my father didn't hug me today. He held the little prince and didn't hug me... In the past, every time he saw me, he would hug me..."

The child is so sensitive that he lacks a hug and realizes that it is the beginning of losing favor.

She tried to resolve her son's little emotion and thought carefully, "Hong'er, because you are the eldest child, you are sensible, and you can run and jump... Look, the little brother is so weak, he is so small, and he can't stand steadily, of course the father will hold him. If everyone doesn't hug him, wouldn't he fall?"

The child seemed to understand a little, comforted him a little, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Fang Feisong breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Hong'er, you must remember. No matter when, you must not resent your father or complain about your father. He loves you more than anything else..."

The child already laughed: "Empress Dowager, I know... Father, he has always loved me the most."

Fangfei smiled and took his hand and shook it.

The child was energetic, stood up and jumped: "Empress Dowager, Hong'er is a little hungry. Can we go back and eat silk-pulled apples?"

"Okay, okay. Today, the Queen Mother not only makes shredded apples for me Honger, but also makes a few specialty dishes..."

The child smiled. Fangfei held his soft little hand. How easy it is to coax the child. A few good words and gentle words, he completely believed that the world will always be peaceful and happy and peaceful.

I hope he will be like this for the rest of his life.

The mother and son walked hand in hand in the sunset, and the sound of mooing came from the mountain road. It was the farmer who returned home in the evening driving the old cow. He was very tall and strong. On the cow's back, he was wearing a small braid with a small braid. He was barefoot and covered with a big red bellyband.

The little boy was holding a whip on the back of the cow. His father looked at him very pamperedly and supported him next to him. Anyone could see his doting on the child.

"Dad, I don't want to ride a cow's back, I want to ride a horse..."

"Son, when we sell the calf next spring, my dad will buy you a foal..."

"Don't have a foal, I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse..." The child pouted and waved his hands constantly.

"Okay, okay, ride a horse, ride a horse, come, Daddy, let you ride a horse..."

The farmer carried his son down from the cattle's back. The gentle old cow walked in front and rode his son on his shoulders. The child hugged his father's head, climbed his legs down from his father's broad shoulders, and waved randomly: "Huo...Huo... I've ridden a horse, I've ridden a horse... I've driven, I've driven... I'll run..."

"Okay, okay, my son has sat down, the horse is about to run..."

The farmer deliberately speeded up his pace, and the child was so excited that he giggled and laughed, and the laughter spread far and far away.

The little prince kept watching the father and son walking away. Looking down from the road halfway, the figures of the father and son were completely gone, and there was only a faint sound of the old cow mooing.

He turned around and was very envious: "The Queen Mother, Hong'er also wants to ride a horse... Father, he never taught me to play like this..."

Fangfei's eyes slowly retracted, and for a moment, she felt extremely trance. Who said that the imperial family was so glorious and wealthy, and the power was so powerful, and she was so happy?

She said softly: "Hong'er, it's not that my father doesn't take you to play, but that my father can't do this..."

"Why?"

"The Father is the Emperor! The Emperor is the Emperor, no one is allowed to overtake his neck...uh..." She said with thought, "Don't the Father always hold you and play with you? Just riding a horse will damage the emperor's majesty. If other ministers see it, they will be very unhappy and will accept advice..."

"Will no one know if I ride a horse quietly?"

Fangfei looked at her son's longing. The child was half because of curiosity and half because of fun, but he was different. He would never have the chance to ride a horse in his life.

She suddenly felt aroused in her heart, squatted down, and said softly: "Hong'er, is the Queen Mother asking you to ride a horse, okay?"

The child looked full of joy, "Ha, okay, Hong'er can ride a horse, too..."

He pounced on him, Fangfei carrying his son on his back, trying to imitate the farmer's appearance, but he realized that he could not lift his son up and put it on his neck. Even even felt it was a bit difficult to carry him on his back.

The child also noticed the thinness of the Queen Mother's body and could not get on her. He just hugged her neck and giggled and said softly in her ear: "Mrs. Queen Mother, Hong'er is not riding a horse..."

Fangfei felt unprecedentedly sad. Woman, woman! She couldn't even satisfy her son's request.

"Empress Dowager, Hong'er is already a big child... When Hong'er grows up in the future, will he let you ride a horse? Oh yeah, Hong'er must grow up quickly so that the Empress Dowager can ride a horse..."

The soft sound blew into my ears with a whirl of warmth. Fangfei half carried her body, and tears fell like rain.

"The Queen Mother...the Queen Mother..."

She put down her son, took advantage of the gap before she turned around, quickly wiped away her tears with her big sleeves, and said softly: "Hong'er, let's go back to eat the silk-pulled apple..."

"Okay!"

The child did not notice anything unusual about the adults, and happily held the empress dowager's hand and went back.

In front of it was a flower bush, with a faint pink and a faint red. Hong'er jumped and picked a handful of wild flowers and held it in front of the Queen Mother, "Empress Dowager, is it beautiful?"

Fangfei took her son's flower, and her heart moved, and suddenly asked him: "Hong'er...you, everyone has a father...mom, have you ever thought of your mother..."

"Mom?" The child was surprised, "I have the Queen Mother!"

He seemed to have no idea what his mother was, and there was no need to exist, so he didn't ask any questions at all.

In his world, the father and the queen mother have always been both alive and enjoyed a lot of love.

Fangfei felt relieved, and suddenly felt infinite comfort, infinite happiness, and even all the dangers, pains, and struggles disappeared - as long as there is this child!

What does it matter if there are so many difficulties? I still have a son!

As long as you have this son, God will definitely not be able to step down.

Even if I tried my best to breathe my last breath, I still had to protect my son from being hurt at all.

She gently grabbed her son's soft little hand and squatted down again: "Hong'er, I'll carry you, okay?"

The child giggled. He was growing fast and when he stood up, his height was almost as tall as Fang Fei's chest.

"Empress Dowager, Hong'er has grown up, you can't carry it anymore..."

"Come on, come on, the Queen Mother will carry you..."

The child really lay on. She tried her best to carry her son and stood firmly: "Haha, Hong'er, look, the Queen Mother has carried her back?"

If you want to put a horse on your neck, a woman naturally cannot bear the strength she needs; but it is still possible to carry her son.

The child put his hands on her neck, walked only a few feet away, and kept calling her: "Empress Dowager, I'm down, come down..."

Fangfei smiled and put him down, held his hand, and the mother and son left with a smile.

Until the mother and son walked away, a person slowly walked out in the jungle next to him, looking at their footsteps away. God knows how much he wanted to rush out just now to satisfy the child's little wish.

Such a trivial wish.

He stretched out his arms, and his arms were still strong, and he could even break the leopard's throat with one hand.

Now, it is so difficult to bear a child.

I have never let any children ride horses!

In the first half of my life, I was a father of so many children, and never knew the mood. Now I have completely understood it. Just like a long learning process, watching him grow up bit by bit, not only physically, but also spiritually, those little doubts and small thoughts, how can I go from worry-free and innocent, gradually to observing words and expressions, and then to learning to compromise harmoniously...

Growth is such a cruel process.

He stood there for a while and was stunned.

In the past, why didn’t I know these subtle thoughts of my children?

And Emperor Hongwen didn't know either - when he knew about it later, it might be too late!

People are always like this. When they get more things, they naturally cannot tell which ones are the most important. Now, their son is running wildly on his old path.

But how far does it take for my son to learn to stop?

From afar, the child's laughter came, giggling, as crisp as a silver bell, without any grudges, ignorant, as pure and transparent as crystal.

The wind blew, and his white hair floated down, long, silver-gray, engraved with traces of time. For the first time, I realized that my pity for this child was far above my son... and even above the fragrance.

Even if he wanted to chase him immediately, he hugged him, just like a farmer who had just walked away, it was a matter of effort and a joy of family life.

These are all things I have spent the rest of my life chasing, but have never caught up with.

Fortunately, I am just a farmer.

The singing and dancing of Xuanwu Palace spread far and wide without restraint. In the afterglow of the sunset, he felt blurred about his son's face - he couldn't even think of it.

I couldn't help but feel panic, as if it was an ominous premonition. Perhaps this peaceful Beiwudang would never calm down again.

On this day, an uninvited guest came to Cining Palace.

It was Concubine Mi.

The show was very big, with palace maids, nurses, servants, etc. Almost twenty or thirty people coming. Everyone surrounded the little prince and came to pay tribute to Empress Dowager Feng and the little prince brother for the first time.

Concubine Mi hugged the little prince and was about to kneel down, but Empress Dowager Feng immediately stopped her with a smile: "No need. Please sit down."

Concubine Mi took the opportunity to sit down on the chair next to her with her child in her arms. But when she saw the little prince staring at the child intently, she smiled: "Your Highness, do you want to hug your little brother?"

The little prince walked over curiously and hugged the little baby. The little baby's eyes were dark and bright. He was about to laugh when the little baby started crying. He was so scared that he quickly returned the child to Concubine Mi, retreated, and sat obediently beside the queen mother.

Concubine Mi smiled uncontrollably, glanced at a large number of gifts she brought, and whispered: "Empress Dowager, now there is no leader in the six palaces, I have been busy for so many years..."

Fangfei immediately understood that Concubine Mi had been planning for a long time and gave birth to a son as the oldest and most noble concubine in the palace. It is reasonable and reasonable. The position of this queen should be her.

However, it would be too unreliable if she wanted to come here to take a shortcut. Now, how could Emperor Hongwen listen to his words?

She said lightly: "Concubine Mi worked hard and made great contributions. She served Your Majesty for so many years. Logically speaking, she should be the best candidate for the queen. However, all the choices are still with Your Majesty himself."

Concubine Mi was happy. Empress Dowager Feng's words were indirectly admitted that she was the best candidate for the queen.
To be continued...