Ling Ruo knew that he was asking Yilan, but there was no need for Hongli's child to know about the grudge between her and Yilan. Zhudao said: "Auntie is E Niang's sister, but she was married when Hongli was just born.
I haven’t come back often these years, so it’s not surprising that you haven’t seen her.”
Hongli was not satisfied with the answer. When he was about to ask again, he looked up and found that Ling Ruo had closed his eyes. He had to swallow his curiosity and leaned next to Ling Ruo to play with the gift Hu Zi gave him yesterday before he left.
Bamboo slices and bamboo sticks, I heard from Hu Zi that these things are called bamboo dragonflies.
After returning to Jingsi Residence, Li Wei's family was all there. The master who made clothes for the prince's palace was customizing each of them. In addition to the materials Shuixiu and the others picked out from the warehouse, there were several baskets of dry goods on the table.
, Qidao: "Where does this come from?"
Li Wei hurriedly said: "Master, this is a local specialty brought by this slave from Jiangyin. I want to give you a taste of it." They came here in a hurry yesterday and it was not convenient to bring them. Today, they remembered to come and have their clothes made, so they stopped by to give them to them.
Brought it.
"It's already a long way from Jiangyin to here. Wouldn't it be even harder to carry so many things with you? Don't bring any more with you in the future."
"Hey." Li Wei agreed quickly, but Ling Ruo knew that he meant what he meant. Every time he came over, he would talk to him, but next year he would still bring him big and small bags, which was really annoying.
People are helpless.
By the time they all left, it was already evening, the sky had cleared up, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the horizon red. The colorful sunset was like a brocade woven by a goddess, shining with thousands of rays of light, accumulating in the sky.
The water stains on the ground that have never faded are also colorful in this ray of sunshine.
"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." Looking at the magnificent glow quietly, Ling Ruo felt a little emotional for no reason. Such beautiful scenery is undoubtedly intoxicating, but unfortunately, after the beautiful scenery, this world will be limited.
Into the endless darkness; if we want to see such beautiful scenery again, we have to wait until tomorrow evening.
Even when the sun is at its peak, it sets, but what about humans? Can humans remain standing forever?
Ling Ruo didn't know, she only knew that she could only survive by holding on to everything she had now, protecting her children, and protecting everyone she cared about.
"Master, what are you thinking about?" Shui Xiu came up behind Ling Ruo at some unknown time and put a sky-green cloak on her body. Ever since Mo Yu and Li Wei left the house, she and Shui Yue still had a small relationship.
He became the most reliable person around Ling Ruo.
Ling Ruo once thought about letting her and Shui Yue go out to get married, but they refused to say anything. Shui Yue even said that her only wish in this life was to revive ** Zhai.
They were compared to each other in the past, but they are getting closer step by step. This wish can be considered fulfilled. She has nothing to ask for in this life, she only hopes to serve Ling Ruo for the rest of her life to repay this kindness.
"Nothing, I just feel that the sunset today is particularly beautiful." Ling Ruo tightened her cloak tightly and turned back to the house. Inside, Shui Yue and An'er were clearing the table. Hong Li was no longer inside. After asking, he knew that Ling Ruo was there.
When sending Li Wei and others out, Hongli left the table and went to the study.
After Hongli started to learn to read and read, Ling Ruo packed up the warehouse in the west wing and used it as a study for Hongli. As for all those things, they were locked in an empty room in the backyard of Jingsiju that was not usually used.
Hongli usually liked to go to the study when he had nothing to do. Ling Ruo didn't care at first, but he didn't see Hongli come out until Xu Shi. Usually at this time, it was already time to wash up and get ready for bed, so he brought a cup of freshly heated mare's milk to him.
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The door of the study room was ajar and opened with a push. Hongli was sitting behind the desk writing something on the paper. He was so serious that he didn't even know that Ling Ruo had come in. Until Ling Ruo was writing in front of him.
A shadow was cast on the paper, and he woke up in surprise. He raised his head, and when he saw it was Ling Ruo, a smile appeared on Hongli's young face, "Eniang."
"Are you practicing calligraphy?" Ling Ruo saw Hongli placing a stack of rice paper filled with words in his hand.
"Well, thank you, Niang." Hongli moved his sore wrist to take the mare's milk handed over by Ling Ruo, took a satisfied sip and said, "Yesterday I promised Grandpa Huang that I would finish writing the rest of the words, and I will do it tomorrow."
He is about to enter the palace, so my son has to take advantage of his free time to finish it as soon as possible." He took advantage of his free time in the afternoon to draw the lotus picture for Concubine Jing.
"How much more is left?" Ling Ruo flipped through the stack of rice papers that Hongli had written on. There were four sheets in total. Although the words on them were too immature and the writing style was insufficient, each stroke was written extremely seriously and did not change due to the darkness.
Deep and meaning messy and sloppy.
Hongli licked the mare's milk stain on the corner of his mouth and said: "Including the one in my hand, I have already written five, and there are still three more to go."
It's just that I have been writing these pieces for an hour. If I want to finish them all, wouldn't it be until Haishi? And I have to enter the palace early tomorrow, not later.
"You kid, since you have to write so much, you shouldn't follow me to your uncle's place today." Ling Ruo said angrily. If he hadn't gone there this morning, Hongli would have written these words long ago.
"My son wants to spend more time with his mother." Hongli's words made Lingruo feel sad. It was good to have Kangxi by his side to teach in person, but the price was that mother and son would spend less time together and more separation.
Thinking of this, Ling Ruo said distressedly: "Silly boy, I will have many opportunities to accompany my mother in the future, but my schoolwork is of course important." She thought about it and said: "It's getting late now, so I might as well write the few remaining ones tomorrow.
If I talk to your grandpa Huang, I won’t blame you even if I think about it.”
"No, my son has promised Grandpa Huang that he will finish writing today, and he must do it. Grandpa Huang has always taught his son to be a man of his word." Hongli's expression was extremely serious, and he immediately said: "I'm tired of my work.
Let’s go and have a rest early in the day, and my son will go to bed after writing this.”
Ling Ruo knew that although his son was young, he was very independent and would not change his decision easily, so he had no choice but to shake his head and leave.
Just when Hongli finished drinking the mare's milk and picked up his pen to write, he unexpectedly saw Ling Ruo walking in again, holding an embroidery booth in her hand. Facing Hongli's surprise, she just said softly
, "Eniang will accompany you."
The night was as cool as water, and the full moon climbed silently into the night sky, shining like mercury on the ground under the guard of stars.
Although it was already autumn and not as hot as summer, her hands were still a little sticky after embroidering for a long time. She inserted the embroidery needle with dark green silk thread on the half-embroidered satin and took it off with her.
He wiped the sticky sweat from his palms with his handkerchief.
Looking up, she saw Hongli's profile in the candlelight, and her thoughts returned to that spring afternoon three years ago, when Hongli was only two years old. Because of Kangxi's orders, she often held Hongli in her arms.