For a child who is only eight months old, it is amazing to be able to build such a house.
Lu Liangwei was really shocked at first, but as the months got older, Long Yin's intelligence became more and more apparent. After seeing more, it became less surprising.
It can only be said that genetic inheritance is terrible.
However, Long Yang also trained Long Yin as his successor.
When he was four months old, he took him to the Imperial Study Room to review memorials every day. Under the influence, Long Yin could already read some simple and easy-to-understand books.
And sometimes, Long Yang would go to court with Long Yin in his arms.
Facing the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, he showed no timidity at all.
Sitting on the dragon chair, he could still look at the ministers below calmly.
The father and son's identical aura and expressions shocked the ministers.
Jill flipped through the pages of the book, pointing to the words on the book with her little finger, and used her other hand to pull the corner of Long Yang's robe, urbling in her mouth.
Long Yang raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "This character is read as dragon, Long Ji'er's dragon."
Long Jier was stunned for a moment, but he understood, and pointed to the next word with his little finger.
Long Yang patiently explained it to her.
Yaoyao was sitting in Lu Liangwei's arms, eating cakes with cake crumbs all over her face.
Lu Liangwei took a handkerchief and wiped it with her.
Yaoyao stopped eating halfway through, but remembered not to waste food, so she stuffed the remaining cakes in her hand into Lu Liangwei's mouth.
Lu Liang opened his mouth slightly and took a bite, then stopped eating. He pointed at Long Yang and said, "Eat it for your father."
Yaoyao obediently climbed down from her body and crawled towards her father.
Long Yang was teaching Jier how to read when Yaoyao climbed onto his lap and put a piece of soft pastry on his face.
When he saw what it was, the corner of his mouth twitched.
The child didn't control the direction well. It was obviously meant to be put into his mouth, but it moved in the wrong direction, leaving his face covered with pastry crumbs.
Long Yang looked at the innocent-looking Yaoyao, feeling helpless, and reached out to take the cake.
Lu Liangwei laughed beside him.
Long Yang glanced at her and said, "Come here."
Lu Liangwei quickly stopped smiling and shook his head in refusal, "No, I want to watch Yin'er."
Long Yin was sitting on the edge of the couch playing with building blocks. It was really easy to fall down if he wasn't careful.
However, when he heard what his mother said, Long Yin raised his beautiful eyes like glass and glanced at her.
If he could speak now, he would definitely say that he would not fall down, and the queen mother was worrying blindly.
Long Yang put Ji'er and Yaoyao on the couch and sat down respectively, then stood up and walked over, taking Lu Liang into his lap.
Lu Liangwei was about to protest, but he suddenly put his face in front of her, "It's dirty, wipe it off."
Lu Liangwei looked at the pastry crumbs stuck to his face and couldn't help laughing. If the ministers who taught him saw it, their jaws would definitely drop.
Who would have known that His Majesty the Emperor, who is usually majestic and awe-inspiring, would be so embarrassed by his daughter in private that he has no majesty at all.
She suppressed her laughter, took out the handkerchief, and wiped it clean for him.
"Okay, it's clean." Lu Liang put away the handkerchief slightly and was about to stand up when something warm and soft suddenly touched her lips. By the time she reacted, the sweet pastry had already been brought to her mouth.
Her first reaction was to look at the three children.
Fortunately, the three children were playing on the couch and didn't notice it.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it delicious?" Long Yang looked at her with a smile.
Lu Liangwei punched him in annoyance, "Don't act so recklessly, the children are all grown up now."
"You're too nervous." Long Yang pinched her pretty nose and shared the remaining pastry with her.
(End of chapter)