I won't let the king succeed

Chapter 31

She wants to persuade An Ning to raise a son for old age and give birth to an emperor's son.

"Mom, I want a little brother to play with." An Mengjie bit her thumb and said.

"Your Majesty, if you want to give birth, it must be a boy." Mother Hu said as she watched An Mengjie gnaw her thumb.

An Ning froze for a moment, the dream of having a child was too far away, she just wanted to protect An Mengjie well and raise her little master up.

An Mengjie didn't know that An Ning still had such thoughts, but what the little princess said, Mama Hu, Caiying, and Hong Ling were very happy to hear that. After all, after having a child, the master's position in the palace will be more secure. Days will be better too.

Just in time to appreciate flowers and plants in An Ning, An Mengjie also came to realize her childhood dream, and started to learn to draw, starting from basic sketches and the simplest portraits of people.

After a few days, everyone suddenly found that there were many portraits of people, big and small, in the painting book of the little princess, including Caiying and Hongling, and An Ning was of course at the top, so Zhao Li didn't feel bored anymore , that is called a triumphant.Directly took over this glorious and great task, Zhao Dacai thinks so, the little princess can draw, on the one hand, the little princess is a good embryo and smart.On the other hand, of course it was because of her, Zhao Li. Only when the princess saw her would she be inspired and achieve such fruitful results.

An Mengjie draws fast, but she can't write. In other words, it's a level that no one can bear to witness——

It may be that the writing brushes in the palace are too good, but it restricts An Mengjie's strength in writing. Once she makes a move, she is either superfluous, or a snake's tail. Seeing that Zhao Li suddenly feels superior, he finally has a child who is worse than himself in writing up.

"Haha..." Zhao Li was overjoyed: "My sister is not as good as my handwriting."

An Mengjie just laughed.

If everything is good, it is time to become a monster.

But although An Mengjie couldn't write well, she could use top grade paper and ink.Every piece of paper is full of fragrance.At first, An Mengjie felt that she was wasting such a good thing by using it, but she got used to it after hearing from Zhao Li that they often threw it away when they practiced calligraphy.

When An Mengjie was writing, she always tied up her sleeves on both sides with ribbons to prevent the wide sleeves from being tied up and dipped in ink.

"My younger sister is tied up like a butterfly...haha... Come on, let's go and write a word."

It's really not painful to stand and talk, An Mengjie glanced at her, whoosh. .

A stroke fell, twisted and twisted, like a tadpole looking for his mother.

Zhao Li suppressed a smile: "Well, my sister's writing is really unique." Obviously a look of gloating.

An Mengjie was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Sister Li writes well, I should teach my younger sister."

Caiying, who was rubbing ink on the side, couldn't understand Zhao Li's complacent look and said deliberately: "The princess has been in school for a while, and she can be a teacher for the little princess, tsk tsk... I'm also here to see the level of the princess .”

Zhao Li picked up the tip of the pen and licked it without touching the ink, then wrote down very carefully.

The word is still multi-legged.Seeing that An Mengjie's eyes widened, she couldn't boast a word.An Mengjie was confident that the words just now were more neatly written than hers.

Zhao Li also felt that he couldn't hold back, so he quickly stuffed the paper and ink in his hand under the table: "I won't write. I'm used to my own pen, but I'm not used to my sister's brush, it's too soft."

"What does it mean to talk nonsense with your eyes open? This is a vivid example."

An Ning usually treats people kindly, and the servants and maids around him are not afraid of him.On the other hand, Madam Hu, who was doing needlework nearby, raised her head to look at Zhao Li, Zhao Li froze for a moment, her arrogance dissipated, and Caiying held back her laughter and kept silent.

It was hard for An Mengjie to imagine holding a pen like Zhao Li, it was awkward and difficult to hold.

Not as good as this.She picked up the pen, turned her head upside down, and made a gesture like holding a signature pen, dipped in the ink, and swished. .Straight away.

"Okay..Okay!" Zhao Li smiled and praised repeatedly: "Sister is so smart, why didn't I think of such a posture, I still write it like this! It's so convenient!"

Everyone also looked stunned, only Caiying noticed their faces, turned her face away, and burst out laughing.

It turned out that An Mengjie turned the pen upside down, and the other end just now directly turned her into a real little tabby cat. Zhao Li also made a face because he was chewing on the pen just now.

"See what the two of you have learned to look like this?" An Ning smiled, took the pen from An Menghao's hand in reproach, picked up a handkerchief to wipe their faces, and asked Caiying to serve them water Washing his face, he blamed: "My little Meng'er has become a tabby cat."

"Miss An, you don't understand, we are the Tibetan ink in the chest."

Zhao Li just recited "Lao Tzu" yesterday, and he happened to remember this line.

"He has Tibetan ink on his chest, but I don't want you to eat ink." Caiying joked while wiping Zhao Li's face.

"Sister Li is more educated by eating," An Mengjie said.

"You little one, you didn't eat, and you still laughed at me." Zhao Li turned to look at An Mengjie, grimacing.

"Mom, I'm afraid, sister Li is bullying me." The two were laughing and fighting when they heard someone talking outside.

"Your Majesty is in the conservatory." I only heard a very pleasant, a little hoarse voice say with an indescribably charming voice.

"Here." Caiying said.

"Is there anything you want to do with your mother?" Caiying walked out.

"The servant has newly bred a precious orchid, and it is specially sent to the empress." The boy said neither humble nor overbearing.

"It's Steward Qiu, you've worked hard on him these days, let him in?" An Ning said.

A young man walked in, it was Qiu Yuan, the head of the inner courtyard.His hair was tied loosely at the back of his head, and the corners of his long and narrow eyes were slanting, and there was a dazzling and moving light casually and leisurely.

he is?An Mengjie got excited and bumped against the bench next to her.

"Oh, did Meng'er hurt?" An Ning quickly hugged An Mengjie distressedly and comforted her in a soft voice, Zhao Li didn't run away, and stared blankly at the startled young man. down.

The young man walked up to An Ning with a smile, looked at An Mengjie in his arms, said something with a smile, and then walked out.

"Who is this?" Zhao Li blushed the moment he saw the young man. No matter in terms of temperament or appearance, the young man in front of him could be compared with Li Mu and Ouyang, and he was more than one taller than all the men she met. Grade, the whole person has a line of sight that is hard to move away.

"Qiu Yuan, the housekeeper of the palace." Caiying was stunned for a while, then quickly rolled up her sleeves and packed up the desk.

"Qiu Yuan, this is the first time I've seen him." Zhao Li exclaimed. Everyone would show admiration when seeing that man's demeanor for the first time, and Caiying was used to it.

"Qiu Yuan, housekeeper of the palace, I've identified this person." Zhao Li glanced at the man's back with a little pride.

"You little girl is causing trouble again." Caiying quickly covered Zhao Li's mouth.

　"An ancient man who was good at being a scholar was subtle and mysterious, deep and unrecognizable.

　　Hu Wei cannot be recognized, so he is forced to look at it: Henan is like winter wading across the river, as if fearing the surrounding neighbors, as if he is like a guest;
　　Huanxi is like ice and will be released, Dunxi is as simple as it is, and Kuangxi is as if it is a valley. "

　　
　
(End of this chapter)