Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 436
He fully knew that he had misunderstood and misunderstood the purpose of that book. It turned out that it was his little concubine to pass the time, not someone with bad intentions who dedicated it to him...

Every book he read when he was young had its own reasons for reading. Even if he knew that there was such a thing as a storybook, he would not read it. The environment did not allow him to slack off...

Lianhua's face flushed slightly with excitement, and she was a little embarrassed, her eyes were shining.

Regardless of whether the emperor responded to her or not, she could continue on her own: "There are some books with pictures, and some without pictures that are all written, but my classmates and I don't like to look at the books with words. There are too many, and my head hurts just looking at it."

As soon as these words came out, it further confirmed what the emperor thought in his heart. No wonder he saw that the book had pictures and few characters. novel.

It was because of his lack of experience and overreacting that he made a fuss, and he almost frightened his little concubine.

At this moment, the emperor was in a very complicated mood, feeling helpless, amused, and with a hint of guilt, he was suspicious.

But his little concubine is having a good time, that's enough.

He loved listening to her talk about her childhood, and felt joy from the bottom of his heart, as if his childhood shortcomings were made up for through her.

He didn't speak, just listened quietly to Lianhua, his eyes were very gentle.

Lianhua is so accustomed to Long Live God so early that she can speak very happily. She has already started to talk about the process of fighting wits and courage with her mother when she was a child in order to read the script.

There was a time when she and the little dolls from the neighbor's house made an appointment to go to the bookstore to buy books on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year. I can't take care of them.

Talking books are much more expensive than clay figurines, and their pocket money is not enough, so they all share it well, whoever buys whichever book he buys, and never buys a heavy copy, so that they can take turns to read.

Her pocket money is considered a lot among little dolls, but even so, it is not enough. Apart from the storybook, she likes a lot of things, so she has to count the flowers. Maybe she is not talented in other aspects, but in terms of counting Lotus has been practiced since childhood.

Every time they showed up in the bookstore with money, the owner of the bookstore would be so happy from ear to ear, wishing to bring out all the books and pick them for them.

When she and the little dolls had picked out the books, she would squat outside the bookstore and look at them for a while, and when it was almost time to go home, she would stuff the books and let the other little dolls take them away and take them to the school to read again.

If she dares to take it home, her mother will definitely confiscate it if she sees it, and she will have to be disciplined by the boss, maybe even get a good beating.

The reason is a long story. At first, my mother saw her holding the book and reading it seriously, and she was very pleased. She praised that she finally got the hang of it and loved reading. When she heard it, she was very happy, isn't she? What she reads is just a book. what.

But ever since she sneaked up at night and worked hard by lighting candles, and was discovered by her mother, she couldn't do it anymore.

At that time, my mother came to see if she was asleep and kicked the quilt as usual at night. When I opened the door, I saw her lying on the bed with her legs crossed and reading a book, with a bag of sunflower seeds beside her.

Immediately, the mother felt that something was wrong, and came over to take the book away from her hand. At that moment, she was so fascinated by it that she didn't even know that the mother had entered the room, so she got up quickly, bowed her head and obediently admitted her mistake.

At the beginning, the mother persuaded her, saying that it was late at night, and she was a little girl who was growing up, so she didn't have to work so hard, even the homework assigned by her husband should be rested before doing it.

Although she didn't quite understand what it had to do with her husband, she timidly agreed, as long as her mother didn't punish her, it would be fine to return the book to her.

Just when she thought her mother had finished explaining the truth, she was worried that her mother had forgotten to return the scripts to her, so she couldn't help but cowardly asked her mother, wanting to get back the scripts, but she still hadn't finished reading some.

She clearly remembered that her mother was still in the wind and rain a moment ago, looking at her lovingly, and when she was about to return the book to her in the next moment, she looked at the name on the book, her face immediately changed, and then flipped through the book. I wrote it, and I was furious immediately, and threw the script on the ground hard!
Lianhua sighed and sighed endlessly: "Master, it was you who fell like that, mother was very angry at that time."

Listening to the words above, the emperor wanted to laugh a little. He could imagine the scene. His little concubine's eyes must have followed the script when she was being scolded. She was so cute.

He coughed uncomfortably when he heard the analogy between throwing a book and him later, and mistakenly thought it was someone flattering and offering his book.

About her mother-in-law, he wanted to say that if it was him, he would be as angry as her mother. His little concubine is so naughty. The mother-in-law thought she was working hard, but she didn't want her to watch her at night without sleeping. How can you not be angry about such nonsense?
It's just that he can't say that, when his little concubine grows up, she can watch whatever she likes, as long as she doesn't imitate the bad ones.

Lianhua was terrified when she remembered what happened at the beginning.

At that time, her mother was so angry that she wanted to ask the servants to get the family law, but she knelt down obediently and admitted her mistake, and pitifully begged for mercy and didn't care.

Mother taught her not to study hard on weekdays, but to read these messy books, and she didn't have to spoil her education. At a young age, she even learned to stay up late and learn to lie.

Do not learn from the good and learn from the bad!
Do not make progress!

Not doing business properly!

Female red female red is not good, reading and reading is not good, it is simply a good hand at playing with things and losing one's ambition, very good!
One sentence is more important than one sentence!

She couldn't help but corrected in a low voice: "I didn't lie..."

The mother got up in a rage, grabbed her hand, and slapped her palm. She didn't make it clear when she misunderstood, and even tacitly agreed that the book was read by the husband, and the homework assigned by the husband was done. Such actions amount to lying.

She flattened her mouth, and tears fell down her cheeks. The pain from mother's beating didn't hurt, but the beating from husband in the past was much more painful than this, but she was wronged, groaningly wronged.

She didn't know that her mother had misunderstood. Mother praised her for her love of reading. That's right, what she read was books. When mother mentioned Mr., she didn't think clearly at the time, it wasn't acquiescence, she didn't acquiesce.

My father and second elder brother came after hearing the news, and heard the words and phrases of mother admonishing her outside, rushed in and saw a book on the ground, and immediately understood what was going on.

The second elder brother knelt down in front of her and said that the book belonged to him and wanted to beat him.

The mother laughed angrily, sneered again and again, and asked Wan Zhen if he was dizzy after reading the book?It just so happens that there is no need to practice in the future, and I will study with Musu.

The second elder brother immediately felt guilty and didn't dare to say a word. He was most afraid of reading. The whole family knew that there was no book in his room. He walked around the study room on weekdays. How could there be books.

(End of this chapter)