Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 471 Injured
On Laba Festival, the whole yard smelled of porridge. Zhao Wangshu hugged little Yunyu, sat on the kang, and told the story of Laba Festival, "In the city, a hardworking couple gave birth to a son who was not very good, and married an unvirtuous wife who was not very good either. They squandered their family fortune, and on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, they had nothing to eat. Fortunately, a neighbor took pity on them and gave them a handful of grains each."

The house was warm as spring, snowflakes were falling outside, and Zhao Wangshu's gentle voice added a bit of warmth to this cold winter day.

Xiao Yunyu listened with great interest, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, and was deeply attracted by the story told by Zhao Wangshu.

".So, the two old people used the grains sent by the neighbors to cook a big pot of porridge. They cooked and cooked until the porridge was thick and fragrant. Drinking this bowl of hot porridge, the old man couldn't help but sigh: 'People, you must be diligent and cherish, otherwise it will be too late to regret when you have nothing.'" Zhao Wangshu said here and patted Xiao Yunyu's head gently, "Yuer, do you understand?"

"Yu'er, be good." Little Yunyu was young and could not understand the deep meaning behind the story.

Zhao Wangshu smiled and continued, "From now on, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year, they will cook a pot of multi-grain porridge and invite neighbors to share it together, which means not forgetting the past, cherishing the present, and looking forward to the future."

After the story was told, the maid brought in the Laba porridge.

Little Yunyu was a big eater and not picky about food. He ate a small bowl of Laba porridge cleanly and raised the empty bowl, "Mom, I want more."

"You can't eat any more, or your stomach will get bloated." Zhao Wangshu said, touching his stomach.

"Let's go, take a walk and watch the snow." Xiao Yunyu took her hand.

Zhao Wangshu burst out laughing, "You little smart boy, you actually know how to take a walk to help digestion."

The mother and son put on cotton robes and went to the yard to play in the snow.

It snowed all night last night, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground. Little Yunyu was running happily in the snow. He fell from time to time, but he didn't cry. He either got up and continued running, or rolled around in the snow as if he was having fun.

Zhao Wangshu looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of doting.

After watching little Yunyu playing for a while, Zhao Wangshu called him back to his side, wiped the snow off his face with a handkerchief, and brushed off the snow on his body, "Go back to your room and rest. It's time to learn to read."

When he heard the word recognition, Xiao Yunyu read out: "Sky, clouds, thunder and rain, sun, moon, and stars. Rivers, mountains, water, rocks, roads, wells, walls, and cities."

"Oh, Yuer still remembers it, so smart." Zhao Wangshu praised with a smile.

Back in the warm room, she changed Xiao Yunyu into dry clothes, and the mother and son each drank a bowl of ginger soup.

Xiao Yunyu grimaced after drinking it, "It tastes terrible."

Zhao Wangshu smiled, "You have to eat it even if it tastes bad. Ginger soup tastes better than bitter medicine, right?"

Xiao Yunyu thought about it seriously, nodded first and then shook his head, "Don't take bitter medicine."

"If you are not sick, you don't need to take bitter medicine. Come, let's go to the kang." Zhao Wangshu carried him to the kang, gave him a picture book, and taught him to recognize words.

Zhao Wangshu opened the picture book, pointed at the patterns and words on it, and taught him word by word, "bamboo, lotus, plum, willow."

Little Yunyu sat beside her, with his hands on his legs, and followed her carefully to identify the plants: "Bamboo, lotus, plum, willow."

The mother and son were immersed in the joy of learning, and time seemed to slow down.

After studying, it was time for lunch. While eating, Bai Rong rushed in, "Young Madam."

"Don't be impatient, talk slowly." Zhao Wangshu calmly picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.

Bai Rong swallowed her saliva and panted, "Madam, the master was assassinated and just came back." "Assassinated?" Zhao Wangshu got down from the kang in a panic, "Take good care of the young master."

She ran out of the yard in a hurry. Just as she reached the gate, she saw Yun Hao, wearing a black cloak, striding towards her.

"Yun Hao, how are you?" Zhao Wangshu ran up to him and looked him up and down worriedly.

Yun Hao looked at her anxious expression and comforted her softly, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"How did he suddenly get attacked? Have the assassins been caught?" Zhao Wangshu pulled him towards the yard.

"When I went to arrest someone, I didn't expect to meet the assassin who assassinated Prince Zuo that day. In order to catch him, I started fighting and was accidentally scratched by an arrow. It's just a skin injury and nothing serious." Yun Hao said lightly.

Zhao Wangshu was not so easily fooled. "How can you be scratched by an arrow even though you are wearing such thick clothes in winter? Do you think I am a fool?"

Yun Hao was exposed by her and smiled helplessly, "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. I was indeed injured in the fight. The arrow pierced my shoulder, but it didn't hurt my vital parts. I've asked the prison doctor to check it out and apply medicine."

"I don't believe what you said. I want to see it with my own eyes." Zhao Wangshu pulled him into the warm room, asked the wet nurse to carry little Yunyu out, and then went to undress him.

After taking off his clothes, Zhao Wangshu could not see the wound, only the gauze bandaged around the wound. "Is the wound deep? What did the prison doctor say?" he asked while helping him put his clothes back on.

"The wound is not serious and the muscles and bones are not hurt, but you need to rest for some time. You can't touch water for the next few days." Yun Hao replied.

"You are injured, so of course you need to rest for a few days." Zhao Wangshu said as a matter of course.

As for the assassination of Prince Zuo, it can be handed over to other officials to investigate.

Now that he was injured, she only hoped that he could have a good rest and not worry about those tedious official duties anymore.

Next, Yun Hao stayed at home to recuperate. Zhao Wangshu always had the habit of reading medical books, and the medicinal diet recipes she researched were also excellent. After asking the court doctor for advice, she asked the cook to cook medicinal diet for Yun Hao to nourish his body every other day.

Yun Hao is at home every day, and the happiest person is little Yun Yu, who leans against his father and says, "Dad, tell me a story."

Yun Hao looked at Zhao Wangshu for help, but Zhao Wangshu was conscientiously peeling oranges and ignored him.

"Dad, tell me." Xiao Yunyu urged anxiously.

Yun Hao coughed lightly and said, "On a snowy day, let's tell the story of lying on the ice to catch carp. A long time ago, there was a filial son named Wang Xiang. His mother was sick and wanted to eat carp. However, it was a cold winter and the river was frozen. Where could there be any carp?"

He told the story in a dry voice, and Xiao Yunyu was very dissatisfied, "It's not good, let mother tell it."

As he spoke, Xiao Yunyu crawled towards Zhao Wangshu.

Zhao Wangshu fed him an orange slice and asked, "Yu'er, what story do you want to hear?"

"Hehe." Xiao Yunyu pouted.

"You want to hear pig stories? Okay, let me tell you." Zhao Wangshu finished eating the orange. "Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. When they grew up, they left home and went out to build a house. The big pig had not gone far when he met a farmer."

Zhao Wangshu's tone was gentle and vivid, which made little Yunyu listen with great interest. Even Yun Hao listened attentively.

At this time, he also understood why his son thought the stories he told were not good.