Husband, I'm from the 21st Century Sequel

Chapter 127

When he came to the study room, Dye Hua didn't open the door to go in, but just stood quietly in front of the window. Through the slightly opened porch window, he stared at the little figure who was concentrating on writing in front of the desk, with a slight smile on his lips. bloom.

Siyue loved to read and practice calligraphy at a very young age, and especially loved to listen to all kinds of anecdotes. Every night before going to bed, he would ask Ranhua to tell him a story before falling asleep.

Qingjun's brows and eyes gradually opened, and the shadow of the moon was vaguely found between his brows.Even that clear and indifferent temperament has changed over the years. Seeing such a son, Ran Hua's heart is filled with relief and worry.

She was fascinated for a while, and the maid who took care of Siyue bumped into her with a bowl of mung bean porridge, and said with a surprised face: "My lord, you, you are here." As soon as the words came out, she seemed to realize that her words were abrupt, and she dropped her head suddenly head to go.

Ran Hua glanced at the porridge in the servant girl's hand, frowned and said: "Is this for the little prince?"

"Yes, my lord." Seeing that the painting did not have such strange intentions, he immediately responded respectfully.

"Well, give it to me. You are going to the kitchen to see if there are any new fruits. If there are any, pick some for Xiao Shizi." Dye Hua took the tray from the maidservant's hand and ordered softly.

"I'll go now, servant girl." After saying that, the maidservant left in a hurry.

Ran Hua held the tray in his hand and stepped into the study room. Looking at the small figure in front of the desk who was concentrating on writing, Ran Hua couldn't help but slow down his steps until he walked in front of him, then he said, "Siyue, what did you write today?" Let mother take a look." Putting the tray on the low table beside him, dyed the painting and walked to Bai Sixue's side, and took a closer look, when his eyes touched the words on the rice paper, his eyes lit up.

Hearing the sound, Bai Siyue immediately turned her head to look at the dyeing painting, and called out crisply: "Mother,"

Calling Ranhua's heart soft and long, he stretched out his hand to pat his little head, and said softly: "It's well written." Ranhua pointed to the words on the rice paper and praised sincerely. For a four-year-old child, he can It is already very good to write such characters.

"Master said, Siyue needs to write more to remember." Bai Siyue said with a serious look, her immature face showed a maturity that does not belong to this age.

"Oh, what did the master teach today?"

"Filial piety."

"Well, Siyue is so good." Ran Hua sighed in her heart, she planned to take her two children with her when she went to Xueguo this time, and Prince Shu has been away for three years, and there has never been a single word in the three years .

Bai Luoyue was about to leave for the frontier today, and she was powerless to stop her, so she could only send someone to escort her away.As soon as Bai Luoyue left, there would be no one in the mansion, and she was not at ease in handing over the child to the servants of the mansion, so she had to take the child with her.If this is the case, Siyue's studies will be delayed, after much deliberation, Dyehua finally decides to ask her servants to prepare more books, and if she has time, she will teach them herself.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was the end of spring, and it was time to go to the snow country court meeting. The emperor issued an imperial decree, ordering the prime minister to go to the snow country to pray for the people, and Huang Zhongren, the dean of the National Academy, accompanied him.This person is young and promising, although he is not as young as he was, he has learned all over the world.He is a man with ambition and high vision. Given time, he will definitely be a minister of the court.

Dye Hua stands in front of the window with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the fragrant flowers spit out the pistils outside the window.The eyes are far away, the thoughts are threaded, long and strange.

Behind him, the servant girls came in and out, busy preparing to dye and paint the things for this trip.Of course, books were the most brought along on this trip, all because the young prince loves to read, so the prime minister ordered people to almost empty half of the study room in the palace.

(End of this chapter)