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Chapter 47 Coaxing Children

Song Shen's refusal was actually expected by several people.

If Zhu Xiongying was really going to die young, then with Song Shen's humble character, he would never put himself in danger, and refusal would be the normal reaction.

But this is not what Zhu Yuanzhang and others want to hear.

Behind the screen, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao exchanged glances with each other until their eyelids almost cramped, and they both tried their best to make gestures to Empress Ma.

The latter looked at her unreasonable emperor husband and prince son and sighed silently.

It's really hard to watch...

She was about to speak.

At this time, Song Shen, who had extraordinary hearing, heard the queen's sigh.

He thought the queen was unhappy because of his refusal, and his heart skipped a beat and he felt a little panicked.

If the Song family lost the protection of the queen, and if the Hu Weiyong case still implicated the Song family as it did in history, then the consequences this time might be more serious than the established trajectory. Who knows, when Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to confiscate the family's property a few years later, the queen might not even dissuade him.

This is not possible!

Song Shen didn't have the confidence that he could change the future, so after thinking for a while, he decided to refuse in a more tactful way.

"Empress, the eldest grandson is only three years old. Generally speaking, it is most appropriate for a child to start learning at the age of five. The other grandson has not yet been born, so there is plenty of time."

"If you calculate, it will take at least two or three years before you need to start teaching. Before that, Your Highness just needs to have a rough understanding of the principles and strengthen your body so that you can complete your studies in the future. After all, your health is your greatest asset."

"After I was injured, I felt this deeply."

After the speech, Queen Ma did not respond for the time being, and the hall was silent.

Song Shen felt that she should be thinking.

I think the Queen will be more satisfied with this answer this time, right?

Besides, Song Shen was not just being perfunctory. Song Lian was Zhu Biao's teacher, and their family was already tied to the East Palace. Although Zhu Biao's death was still more than a decade away, Song Shen had already seen the standard answer for the third generation of the royal family.

No matter how good or bad Zhu Xiongying is, he can't be worse than Zhu Yunwen.

Now let me give you a subtle reminder. If this legitimate grandson of the emperor can start strengthening his body and improving his immunity earlier, who knows, maybe this child can change his fate of dying in the 15th year of Hongwu?
But that’s all in the past.

Song Shen secretly laughed at himself for thinking too much.

They haven't even overcome the first hurdle of the Hu Weiyong case, but they've already started thinking about the major events of the 15th year of Hongwu... They're simply worrying about nothing!
"Zi Wei is right!"

Queen Ma suddenly smiled and said:
"Not only Ying'er, but Biao'er as a father should also set an example. It is better for both of them to keep fit. Otherwise, I have seen Biao'er reading memorials at the table all day long, while His Majesty is much more relaxed. I am afraid that his body will collapse first!"

"Ying'er has been weak since childhood, and gets tired easily after running a few steps. I'm afraid he is not willing to do this... How about this, I call him over to have a chat with you, and you help me persuade him, how about that?"

Although Song Shen couldn't see anything, he still widened his eyes in shock.

What the hell?
It's true that my grandfather was the prince's teacher, but that doesn't mean that my family has inherited the skills of a kindergarten teacher. My queen, are you treating me as the future principal of the royal kindergarten? !

Before he could even refuse, Empress Ma had already stood up, walked to the door, and ordered the palace servants outside to bring the emperor's eldest grandson.

Song Shen: ...

No wonder she could become the founding queen, her ability to take action is really strong.

Behind the screen.

There was a small table in front of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao, on which were writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. These were specially prepared to prevent Song Shen from discovering them.

Zhu Yuanzhang wrote quickly: Why did your mother ask Ying'er to come here?
Zhu Biao picked up another pen: Who knows, does she want Song Shen to like Ying'er and ask Song Shen to save Ying'er on his own initiative?

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and shook his head as he wrote: Something is wrong. She is not familiar with Song Shen, so how can she be sure that Song Shen will like Ying'er?

Stuck here. The father and son looked at each other, both confused.

After a moment, Zhu Biao cautiously leaned forward to look at the sun outside the hall, and nervously wrote again: Dad, it's past noon, there's not much time left, and it's not good for Mom to keep dragging her feet.

Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his eyebrows and simply wrote three words.

【Believe her.】

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Inside the palace.

Song Shen sat there stiffly without moving, and soon heard footsteps outside the door and the tender, clear voice of a child.

"Grandmother, why did you bring Ying'er here? Are you going to have dinner? Is there anything delicious today?"

I guess this is the emperor's eldest grandson, Zhu Xiongying, who is only three years old.

Queen Ma seemed to be hugging him, and the kindness in her voice was almost overflowing:

"Ying'er, just tell the kitchen what you want to eat. But today, the Empress Dowager wants to take you to meet your future husband. No matter what you hear or see later, you are not allowed to be rude."

The footsteps and voices got closer and closer, and finally reached Song Shen.

Song Shen suppressed his complicated emotions and bowed calmly:
"Your Highness, Song Shen, is honored to see His Royal Highness the Grandson. However, I am currently unable to see, so please forgive me."

Queen Ma put Zhu Xiongying in her arms on the ground.

The child is three years old this year. He has red lips and white teeth, is very cute, and has a clear and childish voice. Although he is young, he has already learned proper etiquette.

Zhu Xiongying looked at the handsome brother in front of him with unfocused eyes and felt a little curious.

When Song Shen deviated from the direction when he saluted, he discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the future gentleman's eyes.

But Zhu Xiongying did not ask any more questions. He just returned the greeting respectfully and said:

"Student Zhu Xiongying, nice to meet you, sir."

When he heard the word "Sir", Song Shen was speechless.

Good fellow, he hasn't even been taught yet, but he's already calling me sir? It seems like this grandson of the emperor is very sensible, and he just climbed up the pole given by his grandmother.

But he was not a naughty child after all. On the contrary, he was very polite. He knew at the age of three that one should not rub salt into someone's wounds, and no one asked him about his eyes at all.

So Song Shen was too embarrassed to refuse, so he could only grope and squat down, trying to make himself level with the other person, and smiled:

"Your Highness, I have a rather strange requirement for my students, which is that they must be strong and healthy. I wonder if you are willing to take a few more steps every day to exercise your body?"

The child's voice was full of doubt:

"Why do you have this request, sir? Isn't it necessary for martial artists to strengthen their bodies?"

Song Shen smiled gently:
"Think about it. If a powerful enemy invades our Ming Dynasty in the future, you will have grown up by then, and His Majesty and the Crown Prince will also be quite old. As heirs of the royal family, do you want them to go to the battlefield?"

"If you want to share the worries of His Majesty and His Royal Highness, you must at least be proficient in military formations, riding and archery, even if you don't have to be good at martial arts. Don't you think so?"

An expression of realization and excitement suddenly appeared on Zhu Xiongying's young face.

His clear eyes were full of excitement.

"Yes! I want to share the worries of Grandpa Huang and Dad! I will fight on the battlefield for them in the future!"

Empress Ma, Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao: ...

Is this how you coax children?
(End of this chapter)