Soon, Zhenxu and the maid came in with the toiletry set. Zhenxu saw the little princess sitting on the soft couch under the window, slowly swinging her short legs. A pair of small feet were exposed from her snow-white trouser legs.
Zhenxu took a quick glance and knew that she had jumped out of bed barefoot again, so he hurried over and advised her softly, "The weather is getting colder, you can't always walk around barefoot in the future."
She squatted down beside the little princess and held Que Yuan's little feet in her arms. The soles of her feet were indeed a little cold, which made Zhenxu frown immediately.
"I'll listen to Xuxu!" the little princess responded obediently.
Zhenxu looked up at her with a smile between his brows.
The maid soaked the handkerchief and wrung it out. The wet handkerchief had a sweet fruit fragrance. The maid gently wiped the little princess's face with the handkerchief. The child's face was tender, so she had to be more gentle.
Another palace maid brought the clothes that the little princess would wear today and gently placed them on the soft couch.
Que Yuan took a look at the bright yellow skirt, hummed twice, reached out to grab the sleeve of the pillow, shook it, and said in a childish voice: "I don't want to wear this."
How could the pillow not respond? He smiled and asked, "Okay. Your Highness, would you like to wear one?"
"The one from Zhuqing, the one that was delivered the night before yesterday."
The pillow was stunned for a moment before asking the palace maid to get it.
The bamboo green dress that Que Yuan wanted was not a skirt for a little girl, but a young man's shirt.
The palace maid quickly took out the clothes that the little princess needed and helped her put them on.
Zhenxu stood aside and smiled as she watched the delicate little princess turn into a young man in the blink of an eye. In fact, Zhenxu was very confused.
—Zhenxu, like many people in the palace, doesn’t quite understand Your Majesty’s equal treatment.
The two young princes had exactly the same food, clothing and daily expenses. For example, their residences were renovated later, and during the renovation, every carving was strictly in accordance with the blueprints, and not a single difference was allowed. Not only were the beds, tables and chairs exactly the same, but even the fresh flower arrangements under the window and the bedding on the bed were exactly the same.
Occasionally, when the little princess wanted to order something, the imperial kitchen would prepare two portions and send the other one to the little prince.
vice versa.
Even last year, when Yu Shu accidentally caught a cold, the lively little princess was given a bowl of cold soup by His Majesty himself.
Food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and clothing are no exception. All clothes must be sent to two places in pairs. Forget about other things, isn't it a bit absurd to wear the same clothes? After all, the two young masters are of different genders.
Therefore, the little princess often wears the men's clothes sent to her. However, Yu Shu over there has never worn the same little skirt as her sister...
Zhenxu looked at the handsome "young man" and thought that the two children looked alike, or they were two handsome men with jade faces that were indistinguishable.
Zhuanxu bent down, picked up the little princess, and carried her to the outer room for breakfast. She was six years old, and no longer needed to be held when she was moving around, but who wouldn't want to hold such a well-behaved little princess for a while longer
Zhenxu looked at the little princess in his arms and smiled with his eyes curved.
She no longer works for You Yuzhi, and stays with the little princess completely.
Que Yuan snuggled obediently in the arms of Zhenxu, and looked back at the small square table on the soft couch under the window, on which a copper coin lay quietly.
She turned her face away and rubbed her cheek against Pillow's shoulder.
Zhenxu glanced sideways and was so touched by her cute and docile appearance like a snowball.
The little princess, who had melted everyone's heart, was now thinking about throwing the annoying guy into a cesspool or a stinky fish pond.
The first class was taught by Jiang Yunche, and only the two little princes attended. However, today's class was obviously not over. After Jiang Yunche left, they had other classes. In other classes, there were not only the two of them, but also the children of some ministers in the court, all of whom were about the same age as the three of them.
The old teacher with white hair and beard was reading in the front with drawn-out voices, and seven or eight children under ten years old were sitting below.
Que Yuan glanced at the fat boy Chao Lesheng sitting in the distance. She looked away and half-closed her eyes, her long eyelashes covering her bright eyes. She picked up a piece of rice paper with her little hands and slowly crumpled it into a ball.
When the old teacher was reciting the melody, he suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound.
His eyes finally left the book and he looked down, seeing the little princess with her head down, one hand covering her mouth, trying not to cry out, and the other hand rubbing her head.
On her desk, there was a ball of paper.
The old man frowned and said, "Who threw a ball of paper and hit someone?"
They were all young children, and most of them were startled when the old teacher scolded them. They looked at the little princess with a confused look on their faces.
The little princess slowly raised her face, tears already welling up on her snow-white face. The old man saw this and immediately felt soft-hearted. He lowered his voice and asked, "Who hit you?"
The little princess stood up slowly, she pursed her lips tightly and shook her head gently, refusing to speak. She only stared at the teacher with her eyes, then she slowly blinked, and another tear fell.
The old man looked around the room and immediately pointed at Chao Lesheng who was sitting in the corner and asked, "Did you do this?"
Chao Lesheng, who was watching the play, was startled and opened his eyes wide.
Yes, he was a little restless at times and had indeed thrown paper balls at others before. But this time it really wasn't him who did it!
"It's not me!" Chao Lesheng was confused. Why didn't anyone believe him
The children all looked over, their eyes seemed to have caught the real culprit.
"It really wasn't me!" Chao Lesheng stood up suddenly and glared at Que Yuan, "Tell me, you said it wasn't me!"
The little princess shrank her shoulders timidly, took a half step back in fear, and dared not say anything, but cried even harder. Her delicate little face looked as if it had been washed by water.
"Get out and face the wall!" The old man drove Chao Lesheng out.
Yu Shu turned around and took a deep look at his sister who was crying in grievance. He turned his head and turned back another page of the book on the table.
After the class, Que Yuan was about to go out to play, but was stopped by Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin pulled her to a corner, frowned and hesitated for a long time before saying, "He didn't hit you at all!"
"How did Brother Jin know that?" Que Yuan asked in a soft voice. She was still obedient, not showing any other emotions because of being exposed.
"I was watching you, I saw you crumpled up the paper yourself, and then you suddenly started crying!"
"Oh—" Que Yuan stretched out the tone, "But why does Brother Jin keep looking at me?"
This question seemed to stump Zhao Jin. He was stunned for a long time before he said, "My father and mother always said that I am a little older than you and Yu Shu, and told me to protect you."
"I knew that Brother Jin was good to me." Que Yuan smiled sweetly with her eyes curved, and pulled Zhao Jin's hand again. She held Zhao Jin's hand and shook it, saying in a sweet voice: "Last time he threw a paper ball at Brother Jin, I will avenge Brother Jin!"
Zhao Jin was stunned, staring blankly at the little princess in front of him. In terms of eloquence, Zhao Jin obviously did not inherit Jiang Chun's eloquence, but was more like Zhao Sheng. After a long silence, he finally said: "Yes, I wronged you..."
"Brother Jin, Brother Jin..." The little princess suddenly looked like she was about to cry, "Can you help me?"
"Yeah!" Zhao Jin nodded immediately without caring about what happened.
The little princess turned around, looked towards the room where the teacher was resting, and said with red eyes: "The homework I handed in today had a turtle drawn on the back. Brother Jin, can you please help me get it back? Please, please..."
She sniffed and looked like she could cry at any moment.
To steal homework? Zhao Jin was shocked. He was a well-behaved child and never dared to do such a thing, but the little princess shook his hand with red eyes and begged...
Zhao Jin gritted his teeth and agreed.
"Brother Jin is so nice!" The little princess smiled. Her smile was sweet and her voice was sweet too.
Zhao Jin bravely sneaked into the teacher's room and frantically searched through the homework on the table. He turned to the last page and didn't see the little princess's copy.
"What are you doing?" The old teacher came in with a stern face, "You just handed in your homework?"
"I, I'm not..." Zhao Jin became embarrassed.
"Then what are you doing?" The old man was very angry. Why are these two people so troublesome
Zhao Jin pursed his lips, and would never betray the little princess. His behavior was seen by the old teacher as a tacit agreement, so he could not help but scold him and punish him by making him copy books.
The noise here was heard outside, and Que Yuan stroked the copper plate and left briskly. Unexpectedly, she met her brother not long after she left.
"You Queyuan." Her brother read her name in a gentle voice and said nothing else.
When her brother's gentle gaze fell on her, Que Yuan suddenly felt panic inexplicably and turned her eyes away.
Her brother stood in front of her, blocking her way. He just looked at her tenderly without saying anything. Que Yuan frowned and groaned twice, finally unable to bear her brother's gentle interrogation. She took the initiative to pull her brother's sleeve and confessed: "Although Chao Lesheng didn't bully me, he always bullied others and liked to speak sarcastically. My sister is doing justice for the heavens!"
Que Yuan looked at her brother and put on her brightest smile.
Yu Shu hummed, and finally spoke in a gentle voice: "What about Zhao Jin?"
Que Yuan tossed the copper coin between his fingers and caught it again, muttering softly: "He is meddling in other people's business. People who meddle in other people's business should be taught a lesson."
"Brother, I'm hungry. Feel it, it's so flat!" Que Yuan took her brother's hand and rubbed her belly.
"It is deflated." Yu Shu nodded, "Let's go to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother asked us to go over."
"Will you come with me, brother?"
"You go first." Yu Shu stood there and watched his sister walk away, then went to find the teacher, using the excuse of helping Zhao Jin solve his puzzles.
Before leaving for Tanxiang Yingyue, Yushu leaned over and told Liufeng, "Chao Lesheng is nine years old this year. It would be a waste of time for him to study with us. It would delay his studies. The Chao family doesn't want to do that but can't say it. Starting tomorrow, there's no need to invite him over. It's better for him to study with his peers."
Liu Feng responded with a "yes" and looked at the prince's small figure, thinking that he was worthy of being a member of the palace since childhood, and he could even speak so beautifully when chasing people away.
Tan Xiang Ying Yue is where Si Que and You Yu Ji currently live in the palace.
Si Que liked the name and gave the palace to the three of them the same old name.
Yu Shu stepped into Tanxiang Yingyue, and the palace maid knelt down to greet him and opened the curtain for him. It was just getting cold, and the pearl curtain had not yet been replaced with a cotton curtain. The pearl curtains collided, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
You Yuji sat lazily on the beauty couch, smiling as she looked at her daughter who was eating candied fruit.
The dark centenarian nestled at her feet.
You Yuji turned her head, looked over tenderly, waved her hand, and called softly, "Yushu."
Yu Shu couldn't help but walk over quickly. When he got closer, he could smell the fragrance from his mother, which made him smile involuntarily.
At this time, Si Que was summoning Jiang Yunche in the study.
Even after wearing the dragon robe for six years, he still did not acquire the majestic appearance of an emperor. He still sat in a lazy posture and looked listless.
"Is there really no way?" He raised his eyelids and asked.
Jiang Yunche was still in shock.
Just now, Si Que asked: "Is it true that there can't be three rulers in one country?"
Three emperors in one country, this is unheard of. His Majesty treats his son and daughter equally, and everyone in the world knows it. But Jiang Yunche never thought that Si Que would use this fairness to calculate the throne.
Having three rulers in one country is not good for the country, but a disaster. Si Que also understands this. It is precisely because he understands this that he is so annoyed.
"Otherwise, the throne will not be given to anyone."
Jiang Yunche could faintly hear some exasperation in Si Que's words.