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When Lu Yuanshu saw who was coming, she uttered a low "Ah!" and loosened her fingers in surprise. The red silk flew out of her hands in the wind and floated towards Zheng Hong.
Zheng Hong raised his hand, took it lightly, and twisted it in his palm. Then he saw her hurriedly bow and call him, "Your Majesty."
Seeing that she was small but had a very decent posture, he sighed maturely, "You really don't recognize me. We agreed not to call me that."
He didn't even call himself "I", so why should she call him Your Majesty
After he said that, he lowered his head and rummaged through his sleeves, as if he wanted to give her something.
Lu Yuanshu looked around carefully, lowered her voice, and called him again: "Your Majesty."
Zheng Hong stopped halfway through taking out the things and looked up at her. She saw her cherry-like mouth slightly opened and she mouthed silently: Your Majesty, brother.
Zheng Hong was amused, and turned to look at the eunuch Yan Fu beside him: "What did I say?"
Yan Fu smiled with his eyes narrowed when he heard this. On the way to Luoyang, the saint said with certainty that when Miss Lu saw him, she would definitely call him "brother" as before.
Although Xiao Yuanshu was not careful about etiquette and the people around her and did not dare to shout, Yan Fu still gave Zheng Hong a thumbs up and said, "Everyone is far-sighted and insightful."
After he finished speaking, he saw the smug look on the little emperor's face and vaguely remembered the events of the past few years.
That year, the little saint encountered a great disaster and was rescued by King De. He returned to the capital after escaping death and ascended the throne in a hurry. For a long time, he never smiled.
The six-year-old child, sitting on the dragon throne with his feet not even reaching the ground, was doing something with a solemn expression that even adults might not be able to do.
The sage grew up too fast. With the assistance of Lu Zhongshu and a group of court officials under the former King De, he quickly eliminated the remnants of King Ping, rehabilitated the Yuan family, and exposed the crimes of the previous emperor to the world. Everything was done in an orderly manner.
No one in the court thought this was wrong, because no one treated him as a child.
He is their saint, and no matter how narrow his shoulders are, he has to carry the country of the Great Zhou.
But sometimes Lu Zhongshu couldn't bear it. He was helping the child deal with things that were too dark, too bloody and brutal.
However, not long after, there was one time when an important criminal was being tried in prison. When the saint heard about it, he said he wanted to watch it personally.
He watched the torture of being clamped by bamboo books from beginning to end without blinking. His face turned pale at first, then slowly recovered his vitality. When he walked out of the cell, there was no trace of fear on his face, and his steps were steady and powerful, as if he was carrying a heavy weight.
But Yan Fu knew that there were lightning and thunder that night and the saint had a nightmare. He jumped off the bed barefoot, ran around crying, sobbing, but didn't know who to call.
To the saint, his father was a sinner for all eternity, his biological mother had passed away long ago, and his stepmother, Empress Liang, no longer had the face to act like a mother in front of the emperor after Princess Shaohe chose to sacrifice her brother and take the risk to save her.
From then on, this child had no place to hide even when he cried.
In such a stumbling, he was pushed forward by the mighty torrent, forcing himself to grow up as soon as possible. In the first two years, he was so busy that he had no time to laugh.
Even Yan Fu thought that the saint was forced to grow up rapidly, and perhaps he would always be like this. He was taciturn at a young age, and the wrinkles between his brows were deeper than his smile dimples.
But then, Lu Yuanshu appeared.
That day, the little girl, as white as porcelain and jade, was led by Lu Zhongshu, walking unsteadily and swayingly.
The saint's eyes suddenly lit up and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
Yan Fu wondered how a saint who was less than ten years old could have any special feelings for a two or three-year-old girl, so he curiously asked him what he was laughing at.
Then he heard the saint say that he had held the baby girl once when she was just one month old, but after that, the Great Zhou Dynasty soon fell into turmoil.
Yan Fu understood that this little girl was the last vivid, beautiful and peaceful memory of the saint before he was displaced.
When the saint saw her, it was like seeing the Great Zhou that had been wrapped in bright clothes by the adults, without revealing its rotten and festering interior.
Yan Fu thought that this little girl might be a little special to the saint.
In the following years, when the sage had some free time, he would sneak out of the palace from time to time to visit the little girl in Yongxingfang, and every time he would bring her a lot of gifts. In order to avoid making Lu Zhongshu angry, when he visited, he would prepare several memorials in advance, under the pretext of asking the teacher a few questions.
Yan Fu did not think that the saint was not doing his job properly. Instead, he thought that such a saint had some worldly touch and was like a real child.
Perhaps Lu Zhongshu also thought so, so he did not try to stop it. Of course, maybe there was a difference between the emperor and his subjects, so he couldn't stop it.
On the contrary, Yuan Shu's brother Yuan Zhen didn't like the Saint stealing his sister's attention. He was like a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger, and tried to trip up the Saint openly and secretly.
Of course, the sage was not really angry, but just a little dissatisfied, so he used a gift to coax little Yuan Shu and said, "From now on, don't call me Your Majesty, call me brother instead."
Yuan Shu was so happy with the gifts that she forgot about her own brother and called him sweetly.
Later one day, the Princess of Lancang heard this and was horrified, saying, "Are we going to have a princess?"
The saint said, "Master's wife, does Yuan Shu want to be the master? If so, I will give her the title."
The county lady said it was a disgrace and rejected him, telling him to review his lessons well. She then turned around and warned Yuan Shu: "You cannot call your majesty 'brother'. If you really want to call him that, you have to call him 'your majesty brother'."
Yan Fu thought at the time that the county lady was a wonderful person, no wonder she gave birth to such a lovely girl. However, the Lu family was very sensible and never took advantage of the favor, so they were unwilling to take advantage of the saint and did not let Yuan Shu become the princess of the Great Zhou.
He felt a little sorry for little Yuan Shu at that time, but as the years passed, now that the saint is fourteen years old, he suddenly felt that it was a good thing that he didn't confer the title of princess on this princess.
The saint was mature at an early age. Although he was only this age, his mind was more mature than that of a teenager of seventeen or eighteen. But Yuan Shu was still a budding flower, and he did not understand it for a while, and treated her as a sister.
But from Yan Fu's thieving eyes, this must not be such a simple matter. Or rather, it will not be such a simple matter sooner or later.
When Sheng Sheng and Yuan Shu grow a few more years older, it remains to be seen whether the relationship between them is still a pure brother and sister.
If Yuan Shu had been conferred the title of princess at the beginning, and she had really become like the saint's sister, when the saint finally figured it out one day, he would be so angry at his own decision that he would vomit to death.
Yan Fu was in a trance for a while, and saw Zheng Hong take out a cloth tiger from his sleeve, handed it to Yuan Shu and said, "This is for you to play with."
Lu Yuanshu took it and fiddled with it for a while, then looked up at him with great effort: "Your Majesty, you are here to attend the Hundred Days Banquet, right? Where is your brother's gift?"
Oh, the little girl has grown up and become a big sister. She knows how to bring blessings to her little brother.
Zheng Hong pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "His gift is in the carriage at the back, it's indispensable. Don't worry, Yuan Shu's brother is my brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cold snort, and turned his head to see Yuan Zhen appearing.
Boys of this age haven't started to grow yet, and Yuan Zhen isn't much taller than Yuan Shu. He looks like a dwarf in front of Zheng Hong, but he has to stand in front of his sister and say like a little adult, "It's windy outside, Your Majesty, please come in quickly."
This calm remark neither offended anyone nor interrupted the time my sister had to be alone with her imaginary enemy.
Zheng Hong felt that Yuan Zhen had made a lot of progress compared to when he could only stick sticky candy on the soles of his shoes. But when it came to competing with him, he was still far behind.
He raised his eyebrows and said with his hands behind his back, "The teacher didn't invite me. It would be rude for me to come here without an invitation. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to go in like this."
Yuan Zhen was only eight years old after all, and his emotions were mostly written on his face. He was delighted when he heard this. He was about to say something polite to send the guest away, but he saw him smile and said, "But since Yuan Zhen said so, I would be wasting your kindness if I don't go in."
"..." Lu Yuanzhen's face turned pale.
Yan Fu felt that the saint was too mean to bully an eight-year-old boy like this, so he tried to smooth things over and said to Zheng Hong, "Then everyone, shall we go inside?"
Zheng Hong nodded and said to him casually, "Okay, it just so happens that I have encountered a difficult problem recently and I would like to ask the teacher for help." After saying that, he winked at him.
Yan Fu got the hint and asked, "Everyone, what's going on?"
Zheng Hong was satisfied in his heart and said lightly: "I want to move the capital to Luoyang."
Oh, moving the capital is such a big deal, but it was described as just an ordinary move. Yan Fu was so scared that his legs went weak and he almost couldn't walk steadily. When he looked back at Lu Yuanzhen, the boy's face was so black that ink could be rubbed out.
Several half-grown children entered the mansion one after another. Yuan Zhen was so angry that he said nothing along the way. He could only feel his presence as a legitimate brother by holding Yuan Shu's hand tightly.
Yuan Shu had nothing to worry about. She curled up quietly in her brother's palm with one hand and played with her majesty brother's cloth tiger with the other hand. When she arrived at the hall, she first called her father and mother, then called Dou Azhang and Lu Shuangyu "uncle and aunt", and then asked when her grandparents, uncle and aunt would arrive.
Just as she finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of loud crackling noises outside the mansion gate, like hot firecrackers exploding, shaking the earth and stopping the clouds.
She was startled and let out a short "ah".
Zheng Hong reacted very quickly, covering her ears before Yuan Zhen did. After the firecrackers outside were all set off, he put down his hands and lowered his head to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, Yuan Shu, I'll go out and see what happened."
It’s incredible.
Yuan Shu was frightened, and the saint ran out to see what was going on. How could the people in the room just sit there idle
Of course not.
Lu Shiqing and Yuan Cihan looked at each other, Dou Azhang and Lu Shuangyu looked at each other, Yuan Zhen and Yuan Shu looked at each other, but Yan Fu looked at no one, so he looked at his left eye and then his right eye. Then a group of people followed closely and followed Zheng Hong out.
Unexpectedly, before I even got there, I heard a male voice that sounded as if he was jumping up and down in anger: "Mr. Jia, tell me, which bastard told you that the Han people would set off spicy firecrackers when celebrating the 100th day of the lunar month?"
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