Chapter 807: he has a secret
Clothesless black grape-like eyes flickered, looking at the tall and majestic father, and fell into deep thought.
The king's body was hard, and it was not comfortable to hold him at all.
He is no longer a one-year-old child, he is a three-year-old child, and it is too embarrassing to be hugged when walking.
But not letting the father hold him, he should be sad. The mother said that the father is always cold, and they want to warm the father's cold heart like spring.
Ying Zheng looked at the change in Xiao Wuyi's eyes. He really didn't know what he was thinking about every day when he was such an older child.
He and An Ge were very human, and the children they gave birth to were so outstanding. Ying Zheng lighted wax for ministers who would follow Wuyi in the future.
"Father, hug."
After Xiao Wuyi's ideological struggle, he opened his arms, Ying Zheng smiled lightly, and picked him up.
The field of vision suddenly became wider, and Xiao Wuyi couldn't help showing a little smile, and two small pear vortices appeared on his round cheeks.
The daring palace servant saw the little prince's heart, and his heart melted.
Not to mention, in the royal palace, who in the vast Qin country does not like the little prince without clothes, but the little prince rarely shows up before the age of three, and it is difficult to see them in the palace.
Some people speculate that the little prince without clothes may have a strange disease. The palace people who have seen the little prince with their own eyes just want to sneer and smash these people with broken mouths into a brick - their little prince is the cutest child in the world!
Ying Zheng took Wuyi for a walk in the colorful garden. After a while, the wind picked up. He put his palm on Xiao Wuyi's tender face and found it was cold, so he turned and walked back: "Go to the study room. In the middle, your father will teach you to write."
"Okay."
It was a little uncomfortable for Wuyi to be blown by the wind, but a man must be strong. Now that the father and the king have spoken, he followed the trend. After all, reading and literacy is also very important.
The queen mother often ordered him to face to face. He was the future king of the Qin state.
Xiao Wuyi thought that what the mother said was right.
The father and son returned to the study, Ying Zheng put Xiao Wuyi on the chair, then lifted up his sleeves and studied the ink with his own hands, the light fragrance of ink spread out in the room.
In the blue-and-white porcelain vase on the table, there was an osmanthus flower obliquely inserted, and the sweet aroma made Xiao Wuyi swallow.
After walking so much with his father, he was a little hungry.
Ying Zheng was not as meticulous as Shu Ange when it came to taking care of the child. He only paid attention to whether the child was tired or cold, but he never expected that he would be hungry so quickly.
After the ink study, Ying Zheng moved Xiao Wuyi together with the chair to the desk: "Stand on the chair to write, keep your body steady, and hold the pen straight."
As Ying Zheng spoke, he adjusted Xiao Wuyi's pen-holding posture with his hands.
Shu Ange felt distressed that the child had to hold a pen to write at a young age, so he only let him listen to the doctoral studies, and he was easily not allowed to touch the pen. Xiao Wuyi picked up the brush, fresh and excited, and carefully followed the father and Wang to write on the paper The word without clothes.
The seal script was very repetitive, and Wuyi wrote the characters. I remembered that my mother once held him and complained that the current characters are too complicated, so they are not as convenient as simplified ones, and they can save paper.
Wuyi was very confused at the time, what is simplified? Xiaozhuan is much simpler than Dazhuan.
The father and son wrote seriously, and Xiao Wuyi gradually forgot about being hungry.
When Shu Ange cultivated the parent-child relationship between the father and son, he personally cooked several dishes, served with osmanthus stewed fish soup, and several exquisite desserts.
After she was done, she washed her hands, and after asking the palace staff, they learned that King Qin and the little prince were in the study at the moment, so she took the palace staff with the food box and walked towards the study with a smile.
When approaching the palace gate, Shu Ange silenced the palace servants, not allowed to pass on the treasure, and walked towards the study with the two maids carrying the food box.
Ying Zheng, who was teaching Xiao Wuyi to write, was stunned when he heard the footsteps, with a tangled look on his face.
In an instant, he let go of Xiao Wuyi's hand, took two steps back, and deliberately raised his voice: "Yi'er, you are still young, so writing is not in a hurry, so don't write for now. ."
Xiao Wuyi was at a loss, not knowing why his father left, holding a brush in his hand, neither did not write nor did he write.
Shu Ange heard Ying Zheng speak before entering the door, opened the curtain, and saw Xiao Wuyi standing on the stool at a glance, holding a brush in his hand, his face was blank.
She pursed her lips and smiled, let the palace maid put down the food box, took a step forward, reached out and pinched Xiao Wuyi's tender face: "Little guy, how many times have I said that you are still young, and learning to write now is easy to hurt. bone."
As soon as Shu Ange spoke, Ying Zheng coughed lightly, opened the food box and said, "Your cooking is getting better and better, and Yi'er is also hungry, let's eat together."
Xiao Wuyi put her face on Shu Ange's neck with a look of grievance, and opened her hands carefully to avoid ink stains on her mother's body.
It was obviously his father who led him to write, but now it's all on him.
Shu Ange held Xiao Wuyi and washed his hands in the copper basin, and glanced at Ying Zheng: "Wash your hands and eat, I thought I didn't know that you took Xiao Wuyi to write the words."
The lie was exposed, Ying Zheng's face was reddish, and after washing his hands in the copper basin, he wrapped Shu Ange's waist from behind and said in a low voice, "Madam's eyes are like torches, I apologize for this husband."
The atmosphere in the study suddenly became harmonious, Ying Zheng served the dishes himself, and took care of Shu Ange and Xiao Wuyi.
In the following life, Xiao Wuyi always remembers the days when he was young and got along with his parents.
His father is the greatest monarch in the world, and his mother is the greatest queen in the world.
And he, under their expectations, became one of the most outstanding emperors of the Qin Dynasty.
His father ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, and he was a year earlier than his father.
After his father was passed on after him, he left with his mother. On that day, the sky was red for thousands of miles, and that day the palace people began to call him Your Majesty.
A dragon chair, how much blood and loneliness it carries, Ying Wuyi inherited the father's king - no, it should be the father's last wish to build the Great Qin Empire better and better.
Want to pull the carver like a full moon, look northwest, shoot Sirius.
Her father built the Great Wall of China, and her mother personally led troops to evade the Hu people.
Zhao, Chu, Wei, Han, Yan, and Qi have all become history.
When Ying Wuyi was a child, he didn't know what all of this meant. It wasn't until he succeeded to the throne that he knew what the grandfather had done.
There is also his mother, the queen who is both heroic and generous in singing, and has compassion for all living beings in the world.
Ying Wuyi has a secret. He has never talked to anyone in his life. His mother is a kind goblin, and he has half of her blood in him.
This is a secret left to him by his father and mother.
He left Daqin to his most outstanding child, and he will follow his last wish to make Daqin more splendid.