The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 245 Jiao Di Di

Hearing that his son mentioned Gu Yaoyao's mother and daughter, Fujin couldn't help feeling sad.

Probably when the little eunuch came to report just now, Hong Hui also heard it.

Hong Hui whispered, "Does Ama like the second younger sister more?"

Fujin thought for a while, looked down at his son, and raised his voice: "Nonsense! The second sister is just a younger sister, and you are Ama's legitimate son. How can this be compared?"

Honghui seemed to understand, but said: "Emiang, what is a son of a son?"

Fujin said: "You are the child born in Erniang's womb. You are born with dignity. There is no child in this manor who can compare with you. There is none now, and there will never be any in the future!"

She paused, moved closer to her son, and said in a low voice, "In the future, this Prince's Mansion will also be yours!"

Hong Hui widened his dark and pure eyes, rubbed his belly: "Mine?"

It sounds great, but I still don't understand it.

Fujin reached out and held his shoulder: "Son, you have to remember..."

Hong Hui stretched out his small hand to cover his mouth, and yawned: "Er Niang, I'm sleepy."

He didn't want to listen to Er Niang's tirade anymore - every time he said these things, Er Niang's eyes became very scary, and her voice was very sharp.

Honghui didn't like this.

Fujin hated iron for being weak, just when he was about to pull his son's little hand off, the nanny came over to smooth things over: "Fujin, my little master is still too young, what you say - he doesn't understand!"

Are you still young?
Fujin thought to himself—actually, it’s not too young.

In just two years, Hong Hui should enter the study.

Today's Long Live is just a few years older than Honghui at this time, and he is sitting on the supreme position.

The women in the backyard have been competing with each other since the day they entered the mansion.

Children in the backyard also compete with each other from the day they are born.

It's just a fight for favor and a fight for father's love.

……

Hong Hui returned to the room, and went back to the crib with a moaning voice: "I'm hot."

He turned over: "I want an ice bucket."

Now that the Dragon Boat Festival has passed, the weather is indeed getting hotter day by day, but under Fujin's order, none of the servants dare to let the little master be greedy for coolness.

It's no joke if you get sick from the cold.

But the little master kept shouting about the heat, so he had to find a way, so the two maidservants went over and took the Qingluo fan, knelt down by his bed, and gently rocked it for him.

I don't know how long it took, Hong Hui turned his head and took a look, seeing that the hands of the two maidservants were both sore and their backs were slightly arched, so he said in a childish voice, "That's all."

The maidservants stopped their hands, Honghui looked at the two young ladies sweating all over their faces, and felt very pitiful in his heart, so he said, "Go and rest."

Although the little master is young, it is rare to have compassion - many small things have already been revealed.

The maid kowtowed gratefully to elder brother Honghui, and then retreated.

In the room, Hong Hui tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and sat up, asked someone to lay paper under the bed, and began to practice big characters.

Ama also taught him the big characters. I heard that it will be the end of this year at the latest, and Ama is planning to take him to the study in the front yard to enlighten him.

At that time, I will be with Brother Hongyi.

Honghui thought of the look in the eyes of brother Hongyu, and for some reason, the tip of the pen in his hand paused, and a bean-sized drop of ink fell down with a clatter.

I'm a little scared.

When this drop of ink falls, the written word will be destroyed.

Just as Hong Hui wanted the servant to change the paper again, when he turned his head, he saw Er Niang standing at the left rear, this time he was caught off guard, so startled that he trembled slightly, and said: "E Niang!"

Seeing his son's trembling, Si Fujin felt guilty, thinking that what the nanny said was good, and he couldn't push it too much, and became impatient.

Children are young, the most important thing is to relax.

Take it easy and relax before you can do a job with ease.

"You write very well in big characters."

Si Fujin went forward, gently supported his son's small shoulder with one hand, wrapped his little hand with the other hand, and held the pen: "It's just that this sum should be collected like this."

After all, Honghui was still a baby, and he was happy after being held in his mother's arms like this.

He tilted his head back, rubbed his small head on Fujin's chest, and acted like a spoiled child: "Er Niang! Er Niang!"

Si Fujin was a little lost in thought - seeing the big characters written by her son, her heart moved.

Concubine De's birthday is coming soon, and the congratulatory gifts prepared by the mansion are all ready, but... if Honghui is allowed to follow the Buddhist scriptures she copied, and also copy a paragraph, Concubine De will definitely be grateful for her grandson's filial piety. And precocious and happy.

Moreover, Wansui may be able to see it, after all, it is Defei's birthday.

Long live is a nostalgic person, and nine times out of ten he will go to Yonghe Palace that day.

Thinking of this, Sifujin's eyes lit up, but Hong Hui burst into tears: "It hurts! Humph! It hurts!"

It turned out that it was Fujin who was thinking about his own thoughts and was too engrossed in his thoughts. As a result, his hand slightly increased his strength, but he didn't know that Honghui's little hand was wrapped in her palm, and the whole thing was pressed against the carving on the pen holder.

Honghui's hands are as tender as tofu.

He shook his little hand and cried, "It hurts so much!"

Looking down at his little hand again and again, Hong Hui couldn't stop blowing, and the two maidservants beside him rushed forward to help him hold his little hand and blow.

Blowing that reddish indentation.

Fujin's smile was still on his face just now, but now he frowned again - why is this child so delicate?

Even if it is a girl's family, it may not be like him!
I shed tears for such a fart thing, okay?
Being served by the servants and put into the small bed again, Hong Hui lay on the bed moaning, stretched out his hands to touch his belly, and said with a mournful face, "I want to drink milk tea..."

Sifujin raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

……

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the dining room in the mansion still made rice dumplings for several days, as if the inertia had not disappeared.

Gu Yaoyao let go of his appetite, and ate several flavors of rice dumplings in the morning and at noon, and in the end...successfully tossed himself until his stomach ached.

The government doctor came over to look at it, but only said that there was no serious problem, and told Ce Fujin not to worry, and prescribed tangerine peel for digestion.

In the evening, as soon as the fourth elder brother returned to the mansion, after finishing his business, he was startled when he heard that Cian Fujin had called the mansion doctor today.

After asking about the situation, he went directly to see Gu Yaoyao.

In the room, Gu Yaoyao was leaning on the pillow, holding a bowl of tangerine peel tea, and seeing Brother Si come in, she reached out and put the tea on the small table next to her, smiled and extended her hand to him: "Master. "

The fourth elder brother lifted up the corner of his robe, sat down on the edge of her bed, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and said distressedly: "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Gu Yaoyao gestured to him: "The new flavor of rice dumplings made by Shanfang today is filled with quicksand and bean paste, which is very delicious!"

The fourth elder brother reached out and touched her cheek: "Stupid, that's not a novel taste."

(End of this chapter)