There is a powerful minister Bai Yueguang in my heart

Chapter 233 The little heart was hit
"Okay, okay, the queen mother will teach your father a lesson for Changsheng later, huh?"

Qin Yao was full of smiles, but he rubbed the head of the little bun in front of him vigorously, Xuanyuan Changsheng nodded solemnly, hugged Qin Yao's arm tightly, and obediently agreed,

"it is good."

He looked up at Xuanyuan Ying with his little head up, his eyes gleamed with bits and pieces of complacency, he knew that the emperor's sister-in-law would be reluctant to teach the emperor a lesson,

But seeing that the emperor's brother was angry and didn't dare to explode in front of the emperor's wife, he couldn't describe how happy and secretly happy he was.

Seeing the emperor's complexion getting worse and worse, the palace people wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so they could only lower their heads, blushed and held back their smiles.

The silver carbon burning in the hall was warm, Xuanyuan Ying glanced lightly at Xuanyuan Changsheng who raised his head and chest, leaned over,

The slender fingers flipped through the collection of poems on the table, and the sound of the pages and papers rubbing against each other could be heard, which was very clearly audible in this palace where you could occasionally hear the slight sound of silver threads and charcoal burning.
Qin Yao raised her eyebrows, not understanding what Xuanyuan Ying was trying to do, the palace maid quickly brought warm water in, Xuanyuan Ying stood up,
After receiving the lingering hot wet brocade handkerchief presented by the court lady, she slowly wiped her knuckle-boned hands, and gently lifted her thin lips,

"Which chapter have you memorized?"

These words were obviously addressed to Xuanyuan Changsheng.

Xuanyuan Changsheng let go of the hand that was holding Qin Yao, with his toes pointing to his toes, his little hands clasped behind his back restlessly, his head bowed,
"Chapter thirteen."

In terms of academic matters, Xuanyuan Changsheng listened to Xuanyuan Ying very much.

The one with the highest academic attainments, the way of the emperor and the art of war, at the age of 13, he was already a young man with amazing talents in the world,
The unattainable existence of thousands of students, in Xuanyuan Changsheng's heart, Brother Huang is the role model he admires and follows.

Qin Yao sat on the seat with one hand resting on his chin, his beautiful eyes filled with a smile, he looked at the two people, one big and one small, leisurely.
There are seven volumes in total, seventeen chapters in each volume, which collect and transcribe the poems of famous literati and poets in all dynasties since the founding of the dynasty. The one on the table is the fifth volume.

"When I was your age, Gu had already memorized the entire book."

Xuanyuan Ying put the brocade handkerchief back on the plate in the hand of the palace lady, and seemingly casually said,

He didn't go to see Xuanyuan Changsheng again, he turned around and went behind the screen with his slender legs, and changed his clothes and washed his clothes under the service of the little eunuch.

Xuanyuan Changsheng stood there in a daze, looking at the back of Xuanyuan Ying Gao Dawei'an surrounded by the palace people,
The little heart was hit like never before, and Xuanyuan Ying's last words kept reverberating in his mind,

I have already memorized the whole book...

Finished memorizing the whole book...

The whole volume...

"Mother, is this son very stupid and useless?"

Xuanyuan Changsheng turned around and looked at Qin Yao. The obsidian pupils on Baozi's face were red, and the immature childish voice was a little choked up. The little hand hanging by his side had already clenched a small fist.

In the Imperial College, he was the only one among his classmates who memorized the fifth volume, and the master even praised himself, and he was nothing when he came to Father Huang.

"Don't cry, don't cry, your father is joking with you, don't listen to his nonsense, our longevity is already very powerful."

Behind the screen, Xuanyuan Ying, who had changed the dragon robe, paused, and a fleeting displeasure flashed across his handsome face.

Manly man, as a prince, what does it look like to shed tears over such a trivial matter, it seems that he should be disciplined.

"When the mother was at the age of the son, did you have a collection of poems and poems?"

Maybe Xuanyuan Changsheng also realized that it is not good to cry because of such a trivial matter, so he sucked his nose and held back his tears.

"Recite, why don't you memorize, except for the poetry collection of Chao Dynasty, you can memorize the art of war, acupuncture, medicine, herbs, and organs, but the queen mother is not as good as your father, and these queen mothers can only recite it backwards when they are 13 years old."

When she was reborn at the beginning, Tao Zi didn't explain what the old man Xuanyuan Zhan meant, she just thought that Xuanyuan Ying was a fatuous emperor,

So I specially asked the little girl Lu'er to tell her about Xuanyuan Ying, whether it was rumors in the palace or folk hearsay,
After listening to them all over and over again, the general conclusion is that Xuanyuan Ying is not only not stupid, but also a rare talent throughout the ages.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the eyes of Xiao Baozi in front of him were even redder, as if he had been hit by some terrible blow, he couldn't help but feel strange,
"What's the matter? But the queen mother said something wrong?"

Xuanyuan Changsheng didn't answer, and once again silently suppressed the disappointing tears, picked up the poetry collection of Chao Dynasty on the table, hugged it in his arms, bent down and saluted Qin Yao, and said,
"Empress, son-in-law has gone back to recite poems."

"Huh? Don't you stay any longer?"

Qin Yao didn't know why, didn't understand what happened to Xiao Baozi, looked out the window at the howling wind that swayed the branches, and said,
"Without the mother, the son is useless and the son is not up to the mark. The son is going back."

Xuanyuan Changsheng shook his head resolutely, bowed his small body and saluted again, and walked away with small steps with Lin Qing in his arms holding the poem book.

Qin Yao: "...?"

So, she just said the wrong thing, right?

Xuanyuan Ying changed his dragon robe and put on a clean dragon pattern robe, and walked out from behind the screen, just in time to see Xuanyuan Changsheng,

Leading Lin Qing out of the gate of Crouching Dragon Palace, the small figure who turned to leave, his brows were slightly raised with interest on his handsome face,
There was satisfaction in the dark Danfeng's eyes, yes, he also knows how to introspect, only a child can teach him.

It was only a blink of an eye, and when he retracted his eyes, Dabu came to Qin Yao, gently hugged Qin Yao, and sat on his lap.

"I don't think the concubines are too heavy."

Qin Yao exclaimed in a low voice, and when she was stable, she said angrily, but she gradually got used to it, what this man loves most is holding her like this,

Sometimes, if nothing major happened in the court, Deshan would bring someone to bring the memorials to the Crouching Dragon Palace, and hold her in his arms to review the memorials.

"Yaoyao smells so good."

Xuanyuan Ying buried his face in the neck of the delicate girl in his arms, took a deep breath, and the faint peony fragrance soothed and relieved fatigue, and praised inexplicably.

Such blunt words made the palace people blush when they heard it, Qin Yaojiu waved his hand to make the palace people back down,

The palace people saluted and retreated, and in the luxurious hall of Nuo Da, only the occasional sound of silver carbon and the warm breath between the two were left, which was extraordinarily charming.

"Yaoyao, I've been washed alone."

Xuanyuan Ying's handsome face came closer, Wei'an's body approached, and the magnificent thin lips wanted to cover them, but Qin Yao reached out to hold them back,

"Yao Yao."

The deep and magnetic voice was tinged with grievance, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes just looked at Qin Yao, without concealing the luster of longing in the eyes.

"Wipe this off, and let you kiss again. Be good, Your Majesty. Why are you becoming more and more like a child, huh? Such a rascal."

Qin Yao took the little bun and put it in a small porcelain vase on the table. The fragrance of pear blossoms was sent by Hua Ci to the imperial hospital, and it is used for moisturizing the skin.

(End of this chapter)