The little prince Jingjun's forehead turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jin Shu pinched her waist and yelled: "Asshole! Dirty rice rice, you actually want me to take the blame for you?!"
Jing Jun, whose mother and sister slapped each other on the forehead, had a bitter look on his face, "Mother, it's not that my son has not taken responsibility, but if my father knew that his son had filed a lawsuit against him, he would definitely settle the score later! But my sister is different.
, my father never had the heart to blame my sister."
Wen Xiaotu said angrily: "There are quite a lot of evil intentions!" - He kept saying one thing after another, but he actually said it quite reasonably! Like your evil-hearted father!
"Don't worry, I know how to tell your father, and I won't let him blame you!" Wen Xiaotu said angrily.
Jingjun breathed a sigh of relief, "Now that mother is back, my father has got what he wanted, and his temper will probably soften a little." - In fact, his father didn't reprimand him this time. In total, it was about
It was after my mother "resurrected her soul through borrowed corpses".
Wen Xiaotu showed affection. It was not easy to make rice and rice during the three years she was away, especially with such a moody father.
The emperor's temper was not good to begin with, but she suddenly lost her temper...
Alas, in the final analysis, it was her fault.
He held the two children in his arms, one on the left and the other on the right. "Don't be afraid. Mom is back now. No one can bully you two in the future."
Jingjun thought to himself: No one would dare to bully my sister... I am the one who is being bullied!o(╥﹏╥)o
The little prince's face was full of internal fluids.
Seeing Goose's aggrieved look, Wen Xiaotu asked lovingly: "Are the classes in the East Palace very heavy? Are the gentlemen very strict?"
This gentle voice seemed to soothe the resentment in Jingjun's heart. He whispered: "No matter how much homework there is, my son can still cope with it. Although gentlemen are teachers, they are also ministers. How dare you be harsh to your son?" -
-Although his father didn't have a good look towards him, no one except his father dared to make him angry.
Jing Jun whispered: "Who else but the father would dare to bully the crown prince?"
Wen Xiaotu touched Goose's dog's head. Goose's face was full of resentment - he was really bullied by his father.
Jin Shu came close to Wen Xiaotu's ear and whispered: "My brother does hold a grudge."
Wen Xiaotu almost didn't laugh out loud.
Jingjun's cheeks turned slightly red, "That's right, that's not true!" - This was obviously a statement he didn't have the confidence to say.
"Okay, okay." Wen Xiaotu touched Goose's head soothingly, "As long as my mother is here, everything will be fine in the future."
Jing Jun's eyes suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head and buried himself in Wen Xiaotu's arms without saying a word.
A child without a mother is just a piece of grass... Wen Xiaotu looked up at the carved and painted beams, and was silent for a long time.
Since the emperor came back after dinner, the young prince Jingjun stayed with his sister to have dinner with his mother. It was not until dusk fell that he reluctantly left Fengyi Palace.
Fengyi Palace is located directly north of the emperor's Qian'an Palace. Not only is it closest to the emperor, it is also not far from the prince's East Palace and the princess's palace. This is also to facilitate the princes and princesses to pay their respects to their aunt's mother.
As night fell, His Majesty the Emperor arrived at the Fengyi Palace where the lights had just been turned on. The moon tonight was like a jade plate, hanging high in the night sky, and the stars were extremely bright.
Mingzhao tried his best to put up a gentle smile and walked into the inner hall, only to see Atu drawing a palm-shaped thing with patterns on it...
"What is this?" Ming Zhao looked confused.
Wen Xiaotu hurriedly got up and gave the emperor a Wanfu gift before replying: "They are gloves. It's getting cold. I plan to sew a pair for each of the rice porridge and rice dishes, and wear them when going out to avoid frostbite on my hands."
Ming Zhao showed a sour expression, "Isn't it my fault?"
Wen Xiaotu remained silent for three seconds, then she reached out and took His Majesty the Emperor's hand.
Ming Zhao's heart moved, and A'tu took the initiative to hold my hand. Does this mean... that he no longer resents me?
Wen Xiaotu quickly let go of his hand, "The emperor's hands are warm, and you are not afraid of the cold." - Why do you need gloves?!
Mingzhao's heart suddenly went cold.
Wen Xiaotu added: "When I came here today, my hands were a little cold. When winter comes, I'm afraid my hands will be even colder. I'm a girl, so at least there are sleeves available. Fanfan
But just..."
The gloves designed by Wen Xiaotu have distinct fingers, with embroidery on porridge and pine and bamboo on rice. They are made of velvet and satin materials, which are warm but not too heavy. When the weather gets cold, you can wear a pair of quilted gloves...
Seeing that Atu was adding details on the drawings very seriously, Mingzhao became even more jealous: "When I was riding a horse, my hands were actually a little cold."
Wen Xiaotu said "Oh" and said: "If the emperor doesn't mind, I will make a pair for you." - Anyway, she was only responsible for drawing a picture, leaving all the craftsmanship to the embroiderer below.
The emperor smiled brightly, "Then I will wait for Atu's female beauty."
After hearing this, Wen Xiaotu showed a surprised look, "Your Majesty, you don't know the level of my concubine's beauty. Of course, I leave such delicate work to the sewing maids below!" - She
Do it yourself, I'm afraid both gloves will be asymmetrical!
Ming Zhao:……
"Then Jingjun and Jinshu's gloves... too?" Ming Zhao asked in a low voice.
Wen Xiaotu nodded, "That's natural." Children's gloves must be even more delicate. If they want to be worn snugly and properly on their hands, they must have excellent prostitute skills.
Ming Zhao suddenly felt much more balanced.
Wen Xiaotu was also unambiguous. He quickly took out a ruler and carefully measured the emperor's big paw. He even measured the thickness and length of each finger one by one. He wrote it down on the paper and asked the emperor: "What does the emperor like?"
Patterns? Or do you want something plain, without patterns?"
After taking a look at Jingjun's bamboo and stone pattern gloves and Jin Shu's magpie and winter plum pattern gloves, Ming Zhao said: "The plain ones are boring, so I still need to add a twist to make them more pleasing to the eye."
Wen Xiaotu nodded and said: "Then let's go with the bamboo and stone pattern." - You have the same style as Goose.
Ming Zhao instantly changed his face, "What? I'm doing the same thing as Jing Jun?!"
"Why, the emperor doesn't like the bamboo and stone pattern?" Wen Xiaotu was surprised. It was very appropriate for a man to use this.
Ming Zhao said with a straight face: "I don't like it!"
Wen Xiaotu complained that there were quite a few shortcomings, and the ones that were not essential were the bamboo and stone patterns, "Then just embroider a dragon!"
Ming Zhao's expression softened again, "That's okay."
Wen Xiaotu quickly made a note: embroidering two dragons playing with beads.
Then he handed it to the palace maid Osmanthus osmanthus standing beside him, "Leave it to the embroiderers to take care of it!"
Mingzhao:...Atu, can you be more perfunctory with me?!
Wen Xiaotu is not stupid, how could she not see that the emperor has been losing his temper? He just wants to be treated like the children!
Why! Just forget about having children with other women. After all, I am dead. You can sleep with whoever you like!
But! I entrusted you with porridge and rice. The two children were already very pitiful without their mother. Is this how you treat them? Of course, there is nothing to say about porridge, but it is really pity for rice.
It makes people angry!
Wen Xiaotu dismissed the palace maid and said calmly: "Fan Fan has lost a lot of weight, which shows that he has worked very hard in the past few years. I regret it very much. Why did I ask the emperor to make him the prince before he died?"
Ming Zhao felt guilty for a moment. He had to admit that his son's harshness was indeed a little too much sometimes. But if a boy should be stricter, it couldn't be said to be wrong, right?