Concubine's Child-raising Strategy

For the first time in Sima Ji's new life, he left his parents, and it was still when he was so young.How small is it? In terms of age, it is the spring of the seventh year of Kangping.And in the autumn of this year, on September [-]th, Sima Ji's physical age was only three years old.

Sima Ji, who is only two and a half years old, is still a cute little bean.Not to mention the pleasing appearance, even the round body is also a little fuwa that makes the female relatives feel distressed.It is no different from the golden boy next to the Bodhisattva in the New Year pictures.

Sima Ji didn't act too special by Wuhua Daoist's side, and of course, he didn't look like an ordinary child who was clamoring for parents or something.Master Wuhua has been observing Sima Ji, and his eyes are even more thoughtful.

In the end, Master Wuhua had no choice but to admit that this is not an easy child.

"Brother Ji, that's a good name. Are you familiar with the imperial palace?" The real Wuhua, who has followed the customs since entering the country, spoke to Sima Ji more like a kind elder, as if he cared about his grandchildren.She doesn't have the ecstasy-like demeanor of an unworldly expert at all.

After hearing Wuhua Master's words, Sima Ji looked up at the wise eyes of the old man, and replied, "Does the Master want to take Ji to the palace?" This is a rhetorical question, not a direct answer. ah.

Master Wuhua smiled at the serious look in Sima Ji's eyes, "Brother Ji, are you afraid of going to the palace?"

In the imperial palace, Sima Ji's stay in the previous life was not short.Honestly, where is that?Is he afraid?Sima Ji was thinking about such a question.The answer is obvious, Sima Ji is not afraid.On the contrary, he was yearning for that place.

After all, that's where his dreams come true.Only by truly becoming the master there.In this world, he doesn't have to bow his head to others.

All his life, Sima Ji didn't want to be bowed to others.After all, like an eagle, if it sees the vast sky, how could it be willing to be a bug on the ground?

Those are the days when people are waiting for their breath.Sima Ji would not be happy.At least, Sima Ji could bear it, but it didn't mean that he didn't have the pride of Sima's royal blood in his bones.

That kind of pride, along with his previous career as an emperor, has fallen into Sima Ji's soul and bones.

"I'm afraid, why should I be afraid? Ji is not afraid of anything, Ji believes in himself, and also in real people." Sima Ji replied affirmatively.Seeing Sima Ji with this expression.The real Wuhua patted Sima Ji on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "I really don't look like a child, but I look like a young man. I have a look of determination."

Sima Ji smiled when he heard the words of Master Wuhua, which was his answer.Then, he just lowered his head, he always felt that this enlightened real person was too enchanting.sometimes.Sima Ji felt that he needed to cover up even more.after all.In this world, Sima Ji only believed in one thing, and that was that it might not be a good thing to be a high-ranking man.

The butt determines the head, whichever position you sit on, you will take whatever idea; which hill to climb.Just sing which folk song.

Sima Ji didn't reply, so Wuhua Daoist naturally wouldn't say anything more.Then, this time the real person really led Sima Ji into the palace, not just meeting Emperor Kang Ping.I even saw Sima Zhuo.

Emperor Kang Ping was still the same, a more calm and vigorous emperor.Looking at Emperor Kang Ping like that, Sima Ji couldn't think of this emperor together with the emperor in his memory who was lying on the dragon bed and denied him as the heir.

Yes, it's not the same at all.

One is so powerful that he is going to let Wanli Dongshan know who is the master of the world?And the other one is in the past year, already old, just a faint candle.

How could it be the same.

In Sima Ji's heart, after sighing again, he stood respectfully beside Wuhua Daoist, listening to the conversation between Wuhua Daoist and Emperor Kangping.

After Emperor Kang Ping said something, he kept paying attention to Sima Ji.After a while, he said with a smile: "Brother Ji, is this the second son of Marquis Shouning? Is the real person looking forward to accepting a disciple of the clan?"

Emperor Kang Ping asked casually, but the real Wuhua shook his head after hearing this, and replied: "It was a matter of fate, and the apprenticeship of the old Taoist in this life is already enough. But no matter what cause and effect are added."

After listening to what Wuhua Master said, Emperor Kang Ping smiled and replied: "Really, you are still such a cautious person."

Listening to what Emperor Kang Ping said, it was not considered admiration, but if he praised it, Master Wuhua just smiled and said nothing.Emperor Kang Ping didn't care, instead he greeted Sima Zhuo and said, "Since he is your cousin, Zhuo'er will lead you out to play. I will talk to the real person for a few more rounds."

Said it was a chess game, then Sima Zhuo naturally obeyed Emperor Kang Ping's order, that is, he walked up to Sima Ji, prepared to take this clan brother, and left the house.To be clear, the reason is very simple. I am afraid that Emperor Kang Ping has something to say to this Enlightened Master, and he does not want to be disturbed by others.

Sima Ji did not refuse Sima Zhuo's closeness.He really followed this one to the side hall.

There, Ziyou Palace served snacks like snacks to the two of them.These can be regarded as Sima Zhuo coaxing Sima Ji, the little kid in his eyes.

Sima Ji was still not polite about dim sum, and he really tried some.Then, pointing to the little palace man who had been with Sima Zhuo all the time, he asked, "Hey, did she take care of His Highness?"

Sima Zhuo is already the official heir of the emperor, so he has to be called His Highness inside and outside the palace.

Regarding Sima Ji's question, Sima Zhuo glanced at it and replied, "Yes, Brother Ji, seeing Yuan'er as a beautiful court lady, are you happy?" Well, Sima Zhuo really likes it.After all, this court lady has always been in his favor.

After hearing Sima Zhuo's name, Sima Ji just nodded and replied: "Pretty, but not as pretty as my sister." Sima Ji is a fake boy, so he naturally knows better, this is an exaggeration , who can boast more in front of others.Which ones are impossible.

At least, Sima Ji was generous when he praised his sister.

After Sima Zhuo heard this, he even smiled and said: "Brother Ji's elder sister is also a girl of the Sima family. She is a noble daughter of the clan. How can she not be beautiful. This mandarin girl is naturally incomparable."

After listening to Sima Zhuo's words, Sima Ji took some snacks and nodded while eating.For Sima Zhuo, Sima Ji did not show too much fear, the reason is quite simple.That is, Sima Ji knew very well that Sima Zhuo's temper was not bad, and what's more, the most indispensable thing in the palace was slaves.He is a child, and he is in line with his nature. As long as he doesn't make trouble, he may be even more popular with older people.

Who doesn't love an innocent child?The child, at least, is harmless.

But the truth is, from himself, Sima Ji also understood a truth, that is, children may not be really innocent.In this life, you still have to look at where you are. Sometimes, be more careful, and be more suspicious. It seems that the road of life can go longer.

"Your Highness is right." Sima Ji still took a note behind him, and he also thought so in this note.After all, how can the palace servants in this palace be compared with his sister, who is a compatriot from the same mother?Not to mention, that Sima Xuan'er is also his sister, although she is a half-brother, she is also Sima's daughter.

"Your name is Yuaner, are you Yuaner of Yuanyang?" Sima Ji asked again afterward.That Yuan'er glanced at Sima Zhuo, and after Sima Zhuo nodded his head slightly, the court lady was busy with the ceremony, and replied affirmatively: "For the young Huiji, the slave's name is that Yuan'er."

After hearing this, Sima Ji glanced at the maid, then nodded, and replied: "Oh, it's a good name."

Unfortunately, he is not a lucky person.

At this time, after glancing at Yuan'er, Sima Ji shifted his gaze from Sima Zhuo to the dim sum.He picked up the snack and put it in his mouth to chew, thinking more in his mind, should he remind one or two?

After thinking about it, Sima Ji shook off this kind of harming oneself and benefiting others.

After all, he has told him more than once in his previous career as an emperor that this is a gift from you, but you may not have reaped good results.Sometimes, people's hearts are really unpredictable.

Therefore, Sima Ji still ate snacks generously and didn't say much.He always felt that the final result of this matter was to take advantage of him.

Why should he bother, what is it fake?After all, no matter the origin, beginning or end of the matter, it has nothing to do with him, why not just be a bystander.

Others don't know his cold blood, but he himself doesn't care.After all, with the position of the emperor, how could he be merciful.That position looks high and powerful, but in fact, it is the most cold-hearted place in the world.

Because Sima Ji had sat down before, he understood better that the heights are extremely cold.

"The snacks are delicious, but Ji is full. Your Highness, Ji wants to go out for a walk. The weather outside is fine." Sima Ji pointed to the sky outside, and pointed to the brilliant flowers in the garden outside. said this.

Sima Zhuo naturally did not refuse Sima Ji's proposal.

The two walked to the front, followed by the waiting palace servants.Along the way, Sima Zhuo had to walk slowly. After all, Sima Ji was several years younger than him, and his stature was really smaller, so his steps were naturally much smaller.Therefore, Sima Zhuo had to slow down, so that Sima Ji would not have such a hard time following along. (To be continued..)

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