"Sister, sister."
"elder sister… "
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"Princess, please slow down. First Prince, please slow down."
"This slave can hardly catch up."
"Slow down."
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In the palace, I often see a little girl wearing exquisite clothes running in front, and another little carrot head chasing behind.
Behind him, there was another little carrot head who was exactly the same, looking at the two people in front of him with a small frown.
"Fly, fly."
"fly!"
The little girl was still holding a small kite in her hand. No matter how she ran, she couldn't make the kite fly like her father flying a kite. Her little face was filled with anger.
He turned his head and looked at his younger brother's expectant expression. He opened his hand and jumped up. He said with a tiger's head and a tiger's head, "Fly!"
Not long after he learned to run, he jumped up and sat down on the ground.
Everyone: "..."
The little carrot head walking slowly, with a face exactly like his, blinked, squatted down, picked up his collar, and grabbed him.
"Guo Guo." He opened his hands, ran over and hugged the other one. The one being hugged was unnatural, but he let him do whatever he wanted.
"It's bad." Princess Mingxi looked at the kite that fell on the ground, stepped on it with her chubby little legs, puffed her cheeks, and came to the conclusion, "It must be bad, it's gone rancid."
The queen mother said that rancid food should not be used or eaten.
"Smell if it smells bad." The little carrot head hugging the person stared at him with cute eyes, walked over with his short legs, stuck out his butt and squatted down to smell it.
Broken things just stink.
"Second Prince, the kite will not stink." Qing He explained with a smile.
Although the two princes look the same, they have completely different temperaments. The eldest prince is very patient at a young age, but the second prince and the eldest princess are more troublesome than the other.
Especially the second prince, he is a fool. Of course, they don't dare to say that, they can only call him lovable.
"You don't know, I smell it." Little Carrot Head measured his head, with an annoyed look on his face, pouting stubbornly and then squatting down again.
"It stinks." The eldest princess covered her little nose.
She is only three and a half years old this year. She may have followed Song Wan's childhood temperament, but the other party was just a little more willful. This one was spoiled by Ji Huai to the point of being lawless, and she wanted to learn not only piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also horseback riding and archery.
Song Wan felt it was inappropriate, and Ji Huai favored him.
"Smelly..." The little carrot head with his butt stuck out was bending over and getting closer, with some inexplicable excitement in his eyes.
"Second Prince." Qing He had no choice but to step forward and hug him.
Suddenly, Eunuch Yuan Hai's sharp voice came, "The Emperor has arrived!"
The little carrot head was startled. He lost his balance for a moment and fell forward. His short hands fluttered a few times. The surrounding eunuchs and maids turned pale with fright and hurriedly stepped forward to catch him.
I didn't catch it and watched him fall to the ground.
"Uh... wow..." He also yelled.
Qing He quickly ran to hug him, and the others knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, forgive me, Your Majesty, please spare my life."
Song Wan also came over just in time. Qiu He behind her was holding cakes. She saw her son fall from a distance and her pace quickened.
The little carrot head who fell down refused to be hugged by Qing He. He pushed her away with his little hands and insisted on getting up on his own with a stubborn look on his face.
Ji Huai waved his hand and told them to step aside.
As a father, he must educate him well when he gets the chance, even if the other person is only one and a half years old, but as a child of the royal family, he must be sensible and learn when he takes a pee.
If you fall down, you have to get up by yourself. If you want something, you have to fight for it.
Little Carrot Head got up and sat on the ground. The Queen also came over. Everyone was standing and he sat on the lawn.
He looked up at his father again, blinked, and suddenly smiled, revealing his little baby teeth, "Hee hee, hee hee..."
Song Wan: "..."
Ji Huai: "..."
Where did this idiot come from? Doesn't seem very smart.
"Dirty." The eldest princess walked over and helped him up. Seeing that there was mud on his face, she stretched out her hand to wipe it off, but the little carrot head wanted to do it by herself.
As a result, his hands were covered with mud and his face was covered in mud.
The other little carrot head looked at him and frowned again. His brother was too stupid. He remembered his father's words again and walked over to help him wipe it.
As the elder brother and the prince, I have to help my younger brother pamper my eldest sister.
Next, Ji Huai flew the kite, and Song Wan brought out the cakes for them to eat.
The whole family is enjoying themselves.
There are no more concubines in the palace, and there are fewer troubles to worry about. Song Wan spends more time with his children and Ji Huai.
When Ji Huai took his daughter to ride horses and shoot arrows, he took her with him.
Her daughter couldn't learn yet, but she was pestering her.
At the range, he taught her how to aim at the target, what gestures to make...
Song Wan's slender hands were in sharp contrast to his slightly tanned hands. Strangely enough, she was not so delicate before giving birth to a child. After she was pregnant, her mood fluctuated and she would shed tears over the smallest things. After giving birth to a child, her mood fluctuated. This problem has not changed since then.
He always followed her, doing whatever she wanted, and brought her all the delicious and useful things, which made her even more unbearable.
"Aim better." Ji Huai said, hugging her from behind and playing with her hands, "Hands."
"hand!"
"wrong!"
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When he lowered his face, his tone was a little serious, and his aura was about to become full again.
Song Wan had never drawn a bow and shot an arrow, and he had no strength. The sun was strong today, and his face was red from the sun, and he had not learned the basic postures.
"The target is there! If you don't take it seriously again, I will punish you." Ji Huai was used to talking to ministers, so he immediately threatened.
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front put down his bow and arrow and turned around.
"What? You're still angry..." Before he could finish his words, he was kissed on the cheek, and she looked at him with her beautiful watery eyes, "My husband is more patient. I have been pregnant for three years, and I have given birth to three."
The weather was hot, and her words were like a cool breeze, refreshing him. Ji Huai immediately smiled, his eyebrows curved, and his tone was gentle, "Be more serious, Mingxi is already asleep."
Song Wan looked over and saw that her daughter had fallen asleep on Qing He's back. She raised her head slightly and said quite reasonably, "I am serious enough. Your Majesty means that you despise me."
"No problem." Ji Huai picked up the bow and arrow again, shot an arrow casually, hit the bull's eye, and started teaching her again.
After teaching for an afternoon, Song Wan became impatient. His expression looked normal. When he returned, he held her hand and told her, "I'm tired today. Go back and take a good bath and rest early."
"Isn't the emperor coming?" she asked, and then added, "If the emperor is busy in the imperial study, I will go and accompany the emperor. I don't want to wait for the emperor in an empty room alone."
Ji Huai had no choice but to smile indulgently, "Then just do it."
In Song Wan's plan, she was responsible for cultivating the eldest princess, being virtuous and virtuous, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The two sons were the emperor's business and she couldn't teach them.
In the end, I didn't expect that as the eldest princess grew up, she became more and more interested in the subjects that men learned. She was proficient in horse riding, archery, Cuju, and sword dancing.
He actually often grew his hair long and put on men's clothes to play in the palace. No matter how bold Song Wan was when he was a child, he would never do this.
When Ji Huai told him, he laughed loudly and ignored him. In the end, he just said that he would let the secret guards protect him.
He had never cared about these things and was too lazy to listen to the opinions of civil and military officials, so he would not live here. If he lived here, she would not be the only one in the harem for many years. When she gave birth to twins, there were also rumors that the twins were ominous, suggesting that they would be destroyed. As a sign of the country, only one can be kept, or the other can be sent out to the palace to be raised.
She was frightened at the time, because there had indeed been no twins before, and she was most afraid of being criticized.
Ji Huai didn't care about this. He ordered a thorough investigation and killed those who spread the rumors. He didn't take it seriously at all. Above the court, there were ministers who knelt down to threaten. He smiled coldly, "I don't know whether you are the one who will destroy the country." Am I dead?"
"Who said it was unknown? Is it possible that any emperor in the previous dynasty verified it? Tell me."
Many people said that Ji Huai was much more ruthless and decisive than the late emperor, but he was probably targeting others. Song Wan knew that he would never allow others to harm her or her child.
After Ji Huai reigned for thirty-nine years.
The princess who is loved by thousands of people has married her childhood sweetheart cousin, Song Ziqi's son, Shili Hongzhuang, and the couple has a deep love for each other.
The prince became a talented man, full of knowledge and talents. After he was crowned, he was sent to the people by Ji Huai to investigate the people's sentiments. He understood a lot about the suffering of the people and determined to be a wise king.
The second prince had an eccentric temperament and was sent to the frontier by Ji Huai for training. He seemed to be unruly, but in fact he was a smiling tiger who was not interested in government affairs. He liked to write sour poems from time to time to chase girls since he was a child.
Ji Huai was getting older and busy with government affairs over the years. This time, he never got sick again.
Song Wanyi waited on her without any worries. He was still in good spirits in the morning and talked to her a lot. From the time she entered the palace to the time she entered the palace, she still remembered many details.
Qing He married a civil servant and stayed by her side to wait on her. When Ji Huai went to sleep, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is much better today."
Song Wan didn't speak. She kept holding his hand absentmindedly, not daring to exert any force. The corners of her mouth were still trembling, and her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Qinghe didn't dare to speak and was very puzzled.
Late that night, the emperor died.
Qing He, who was bringing the medicine, saw with his own eyes that the emperor's eyes slowly closed and his hands dropped.
The medicine she was holding fell to the ground, and everyone knelt down, crying.
Only her mother-in-law was sitting in front of the bed, holding his hand, motionless and looking at him blankly.
The light in her eyes also went out, and she took his hand again and put it on her face.
"Mother." The eldest princess looked at her with choked sobs, and was a little scared as she cried. In her impression, the mother cried more than she did. She didn't hold back a single tear at the moment. She just looked at them like a lost child, feeling a little aggrieved. Confused again.
She was too calm, which made people panic. The new emperor asked his eldest sister to guard her every step of the way. She was already obedient, but when she saw that she was about to be put into the coffin, she shook her head and rushed over, begging bitterly, "No, no..."
"don't want."
She was still stopped and looked at the closed coffin, as if all her strength had been sucked out of her.
While the imperial doctors were waiting for her, nothing happened to her. She even started to eat and drink and shed tears.
Eating well and sleeping well, everything seemed to be going in a good direction, but they knew something was not right.
Especially the new emperor, who was very thoughtful, stayed by Song Wan's side almost every step of the way except when absolutely necessary.
Now that his father is gone, he has to protect his mother.
What was wrong with this ended on the day of the funeral. Song Wan said he would go to guard the imperial mausoleum.
"No." The new emperor refused directly, "Queen mother, don't mess around. The conditions in the imperial mausoleum are difficult. While you are in the palace, I will ask the eldest sister to come to accompany you from time to time, and the emperor's younger brother will also come back to accompany you."
"The Queen Mother is not here to ask for Zhan'er's approval." Song Wan spoke slowly, in an unhurried tone, just to inform.
"Mother." He had a headache. "Just stay in the palace. Apart from this, all the other children..."
"This is not my home." She looked at him and spoke firmly, "Your father must have said that he wants you to follow me. I want to stay where your father is."
Hearing this, he had no way to refute.
The father indeed said that he should follow his mother's will, if it's not too much, then just follow her, just give in.
But isn't this too much
Song Wan refused to listen to anyone's obstruction and insisted on leaving the palace. His personal maid took Qiu He and set off for the imperial mausoleum.
Not far from the palace, she looked at the city wall with red walls and yellow tiles, without any nostalgia in her eyes. She looked down at the spiritual tablet in her arms, her eyes flashed again, she touched it gently with her hand, and murmured, "I don't care about you." I believe that the emperor is gone and you are reluctant to leave me."
She pursed her lips as she spoke, revealing the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
Ji Huai's soul was floating around her. This time, his dead soul was not immediately dispersed, and his memory was not extracted or returned to the system.
Sitting next to her, he looked at her with indulgence in his eyes, reaching out to tuck her hanging hair behind her ears.
Song Wan seemed to be able to feel it. She looked up in his direction and looked into his eyes.