She paused, watched Hongxin lift up his sleeves, wiped the sweat rolling down his face, and said: "You are making rapid progress, which is naturally a good thing, and I am also happy for you."
Hongxin smiled so much that he showed a row of neat teeth, and said eagerly: "My son has been practicing hard day and night these days, spending almost all his time on it, and even not getting enough sleep at night, so he has achieved today's results!
Don’t you realize that your son doesn’t even have time to reply to his natural drawings now?”
Ji Ling pondered for a moment, nodded, turned around and walked a few steps, then suddenly smiled and said: "Eniang took care of your Emperor Ama a while ago, and read a lot of books in Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace, and saw a sentence,
I think it makes sense, can we discuss it together?"
Hongxin nodded without hesitation: "Okay!"
Ji Ling said: "That sentence goes like this: If you are persistent, why bother to sleep at the third watch and the fifth watch? The most useless thing is to be exposed to the cold for ten days in one day."
Hongxin opened her eyes wide and murmured to herself again: "Gou Youheng, why do you need to wake up at the third watch and wake up at the fifth watch..."
Ji Ling turned around and put her hand on his shoulder, looked into his son's eyes and said: "Hongxin, you are so motivated at such a young age, I am proud of you! But everything in this world: it is easy to be enthusiastic for a while, but it is difficult to persist for a long time.
It’s so difficult, so many people fall down in front of the word “persistence”!”
Hongxin understood somewhat, nodded and said: "What E Niang said is that if you want to have perseverance, your son must pay attention to his body. This is the foundation. There is no need to rush forward."
Ji Ling didn't expect her son to show off at this point. She reached out and held her son's little hand, looking at him with a happy smile of an old mother.
About half a month later, it was already summer in June, and Yinzhen began to take his sixth elder brother Hongxin to the East Nuan Pavilion of Qingyan Hall in Jiuzhou to teach him in person.
When Ji Ling heard the news, he was shocked—teaching him personally?
There was also a lot of discussion in private in the harem of the former dynasty: It should be noted that although the fourth elder brother and the fifth elder brother have even had direct descendants, they have not been crowned kings.
Because of his young age, Sixth Brother always avoided getting involved in these discussions in the past, but in recent years, he has seen that Sixth Brother has grown up little by little.
Now the emperor is personally teaching this son step by step...
A rare natural painting came back from the Hongxin Center. Ji Ling was watching the third princess learning etiquette from Aunt Jingqi, but the news came out that the sixth elder brother was back.
She went out to welcome her with joy. Hongxin came in, lifted up his clothes, and kowtowed to her with a serious face: "My son, I want to pay my respects to E Niang. I haven't seen E Niang for several days."
When Hongxin has an expressionless face, he is just like a mini version of Yinzhen.
Ji Ling felt that now she completely knew what Fourth Master was like when he was a child...
Little Yoko followed behind and kowtowed. Ji Ling raised his hand and said, "Hurry and help Sixth Brother up."
She saw that her son's clothes were soaked with sweat, so she urged her slaves to help the sixth elder brother take a bath.
Ever since Hongxin entered the Master's Study Room, he has been washing and eating faster and faster on weekdays - probably because he cherishes his time.
He washed up in a hurry and came out, changed into clean and fresh clothes, and sat next to Ji Ling. Mother and son talked in a low voice, Ji Ling peeled fruits for his son, and Hongxin looked up at the people walking in front of her from time to time.
The third princess walked away and practiced her manners over and over again.
After this period of training, the third princess was actually quite able to hold her own. Even though her brother was right in front of her, joking and walking back and forth, and even deliberately talking to her, she was like a monk in trance, looking as if he could not be blown by the eight winds.
When the wait was finally over, Aunt Jingqi resigned and the third princess came over jumping and dancing. She couldn't hold her down. She was as lively as a child with ADHD. Compared with her appearance just now, she looked like a schizophrenic.
Two extremes.
She reached out and didn't take any of the fruit on the plate on the table, but snatched half of it from her brother's hand as a prank. Hongxin jumped up and was about to chase her, but the dining table was also brought up - it was time to eat.
, the siblings finally calmed down.
After the meal, Ji Ling asked his servants to wait on the third princess to rest.
Compared with the two children, she is the most leisurely person now. She drinks a large cup of sweet lotus root porridge on the table slowly and leisurely. All the hot stir-fried vegetables are removed and replaced by desserts and pastries.
It's already summer, and there is a mint Ruyi mung bean cold cake that is very well made, crystal clear, and the dough wrapped around it can't help but tremble when you tap it lightly with a spoon. If you cut the dough open, you can see the ice-cold mung bean paste inside.
Then it all flowed out, and a puff of white gas came out.
Hongxin didn't read a book, but sat next to her and had cakes with E Niang. Ji Ling saw the thoughtful expression on his son's face, so he turned around and ordered all the slaves to go out. After the door was closed, they were the only ones left.
Mother and son, Ji Lingcai personally served a bowl of sweet porridge to Hongxin and whispered: "Are you worried?"
Hongxin reached out and took it, shook her head, and nodded again.
Ji Ling smiled: "Is it yes or no?"
Hongxin stretched out his hand and patted his head sheepishly, saying: "It's not really a worry, it's just that my son is thinking about it."
He raised his head, looked at Ji Ling and said: "Eniang also knows that Huang Ama often tests his son in person if he can find time. His son is not afraid of homework, but sometimes..."
He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he held them back all of a sudden, and a layer of fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Ji Ling saw that his two little hands were holding the bowl, and his palms were red. He was still thinking about his thoughts. Without realizing it, he stretched out his hand to take the porridge bowl, and while gently stirring the heat with a spoon, Ji Ling slowly
Ran said authentically: "Don't worry. If you can't clear your mind for a moment, wait until you think clearly before talking. It doesn't matter. I will always listen to you."
Hongxin finally clarified his thoughts and said: "My son met the fourth brother at the Qingyan Palace in Jiuzhou. The fifth brother also came here from time to time. Especially the fourth brother, whenever he faced Huang Ama, he answered fluently and calmly, and he could also talk.
!My son always feels very stupid when he is next to his fourth brother..."
His voice became softer and softer. At the end of the sentence, he kept silent. He raised his eyes and looked at Ji Ling aggrievedly, his eyes full of frustration and suspicion: "Mother, Huang Ama treats me like this... just because she likes her so much."
Mom, do you love the house and the bird?"
Ji Ling:……
She held her forehead and said nothing, then raised her hand to swipe a chopstick from her son's hand - the sixth brother's chopsticks were the same as those of the third princess. They were special short silver chopsticks, a bit shorter than the chopsticks used by Ji Ling.
Ji Ling put his son's chopsticks and his own chopsticks together, and then asked him: "If I bend these two chopsticks hard on the edge of the table at the same time, which one do you think will be stronger and less likely to break?"
?”
Hongxin shook his head and said: "The lengths are different and the materials are different. It is unfair to compare them like this."
Ji Ling put down his chopsticks and said, "Yes, the lengths are different. Such a comparison is naturally unfair. How old is your fourth brother, and how old are you? Why are you comparing with him?"
Ji Ling looked at his son.
For Hongxin to ask this question, it was as if he already had a desire to compare himself with Hongli - and it was unconscious. Perhaps he was not even aware of it in his own heart.
Hongxin suddenly said again: "Mother, in front of Emperor Ama, what should your son pay attention to and how should he do it?"
Ji Ling's heart trembled slightly, he paused, touched his son's little head, and gently tugged his ear and said: "Who is your emperor, Ama? The Nine-Fifth Lord, his eyes are as bright as a torch, so don't think about these things,
Just be who you are, don't be pretentious! Just remember one thing - be filial to your family and sincere, and be diligent in your studies, and you can't make mistakes anywhere."