Xiao Jialan looked at her son's serious look and felt that she might really be thinking too much.
She smiled and reached out to touch her son's head and said, "That sounds great. My son is really awesome, but can you give me some face next time?"
Yi'er said aggrievedly: "My mother always likes to use me as a cover when she does bad things.
It was obviously you who was greedy last time and made your stomach upset after eating too much ice powder, but you told daddy that it was me who wanted to eat it.
My father punished me for not telling me, but you didn't feel sorry for me at all.
And the same goes for dad. He clearly knows it's your fault, but he still punishes me. Is it really okay for you to cheat your son like this?"
Xiao Jialan couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing his complaints.
Yi'er said: "Are you still laughing?"
Xiao Jialan pinched Yi'er's angry little face and said, "It's useless for you to be angry, because your father loves me the most, and he won't blame me for anything I do wrong."
Yi'er asked: "Since dad won't blame you, why do you blame everything on me and let me be punished by dad?"
Xiao Jialan raised her eyebrows and said, "Because you are my son, and a son must be filial. What's wrong with you taking care of your mother?"
Yi'er was speechless. At such a young age, he had really endured too much.
He sighed and said, "That's what mother said."
After Xiao Jialan finished bullying her son, she stood up and said, "Mom is going to find your father. Don't stay out for too long, or you may catch a cold."
"I know."
Yi'er responded and saw his mother skipping away.
She was already married and became a mother, but his mother was treated more and more like a child by his father.
"Xiao Chengyi."
Someone called him under the pavilion. Yi'er looked up and saw Lan Du walking over.
Lan Du is one year older than him, and his father is the king of Mobei.
After Mobei surrendered to Beichen, in order to prevent chaos among the tribes, his father let King Mobei return to Mobei.
When King Mobei left, he took Lan Du's mother away and left him in the capital.
Maybe it's because his parents are not around, but Lan Du is very stable at a young age.
Because his mother had a close relationship with Fansheng Temple, she asked Lan Du to become Abbot Huiming's master.
Lan Du came over excitedly, pulled Yi'er and sat down on the stone table in the pavilion, saying, "Master taught me how to count plum blossoms today. I'm here to calculate a hexagram for you. You say two numbers."
Yi'er looked at him and asked, "Why don't you go find Shen Zhixu and the others."
Lan Du said: "How do they know what plum blossoms are easy to count?
Every time I tell them this, they act like they are listening to a book from heaven and laugh at me, saying that I will become a magician in the future."
Yi'er was a little confused when he heard his complaints. Lan Du was different from them. He liked the mysteries of Buddhism, divination and fortune-telling, and stargazing.
Every time I learn something new, I will always be the first to come to him.
Lan Du urged: "Speak quickly."
Yi'er had no choice but to report two numbers randomly, and saw Lan Du start counting with his fingers.
After a while, he suddenly looked up at Yi'er and said, "It's a sign.
If you listen to this hexagram, the bright moon will be full again and its color will be joyful. The wind and clouds will send each other, and the harmony will last for thousands of years."
He thought for a while and said, "Master said that the meaning of this hexagram refers to marriage and beauty."
Lan Du slapped the table and said with a smile: "Your Highness, your good match is coming."
He added: "When I came here just now, I saw Mr. Xiao and his wife.
I heard that Mrs. Xiao is carrying a younger sister, do you think it could be..."
Before he could finish his words, Yi'er interrupted him: "No, that's my sister."
He stood up and said, "You'd better figure it out for yourself."