Only this green, not disappointing the spring

＜ Child-raising Notes 3 ＞

When the little boy was five years old, Xuanyuan Yan sent him to Qingxin Academy in the capital. This child was so energetic that he didn't dare to let his princess have a second child.

What if I get tired?

But he really likes daughters. If he could have a sweet and soft little girl who looks like his own princess, he would wake up laughing in his dreams!

Poor little Baozi has to live in the academy at such a young age and has to do all the chores in life by himself. Fortunately, his elder brother teaches in the medical school of the academy and can take care of him.

He only had two days off every ten days. Every time the day of rest was approaching, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He would rush to Dengyun Mountain early the next morning without even having time to eat breakfast.

But one day, he ran faster than a rabbit, carrying his small book box on his back, and ran to the backyard, shouting "Mom, I miss you so much" all the way.

However, he saw that the servants in the mansion were extremely busy, and his mother was not in her favorite Qixiang Garden, but was busy in the room.

He passed by many large boxes and finally found his mother who was packing things in the inner room. He said in a baby voice:

"Mother, your little bun is back! Are we going on a long journey?"

Shangguan Qingyue turned around, hugged her son affectionately, and kissed him hard several times before saying:

"Yes, we have to go to the capital. I'll have someone go to the academy to ask for leave for you. It will take at least a month to come back.

So you go to your room later and take all the books you need to read. The teacher will give you a month's worth of homework, so you must complete it carefully. Got it?"

The little bun pouted and said dissatisfiedly:

"Why do we have to study when we are going far away? Mother, I can't even have fun if I study like this.

Didn’t you say that we should focus on whatever we do? Playing also requires focus.”

Shangguan Qingyue smiled faintly, not showing her emotions as usual, but sighed and explained:

"We are not going out for fun this time. Your grandmother passed away and we are going to attend the funeral."

The little boy was stunned for a long time before he realized who his grandmother was. She was the imperial concubine who lived in the palace to recuperate. Oh no, she should be called the dowager concubine now, because his royal grandfather abdicated two years ago.

Now it is his uncle who is the emperor.

He sighed like a little adult and said:

"The dead are the greatest. We really can't have fun now that grandma has passed away. Mother, do we still have to keep vigil for grandma after we go to Beijing? What is father doing? Why isn't he with you?"

Thinking of something, he asked worriedly:

"Mother, is father too sad that he is hiding and crying secretly? But I am not sad at all, am I being unfilial?"

Shangguan Qingyue hugged her son tighter in her arms, and her heart felt warm as she listened to his childish words.

"Good boy, you only met your grandmother once, so it's normal that you don't have any feelings for her. It's normal that you're not sad, so don't blame yourself.

When you get to the capital, you just need to behave yourself and not cause any trouble, which will show your filial piety to your grandmother."

As for whether her husband hid and cried, he certainly didn't cry, but he was sad. So she put her son down and went straight to the study in the front yard.

At this time, the sky had begun to darken, and there was no light in the study. Shangguan Qingyue looked at the man's vague figure through the large glazed window of the study, and her eyes were a little sour.

The deep and inextricable sadness in him almost became tangible, and it was heartbreaking at first sight.

She pushed the door open gently, and then... sat down in the man's arms.

Well, I was too deeply influenced by the little bun and I don’t know when I developed this habit.

Xuanyuan Yan subconsciously hugged the person and said with a smile:

"Are you thinking about being a husband?"

"I thought about it." Shangguan Qingyue responded, put her arms around the man's neck and kissed him directly.

While kissing, he said vaguely:

"Husband, I dreamed of our daughter last night. She said she was waiting in heaven and was very tired, so we should hurry up."

They have been married for nearly ten years, so they can be considered an old married couple. They are becoming more and more free-spirited in matters between men and women, and their words are becoming more and more direct and bold.

She spoke vaguely, and her hands began to move unruly. She skillfully reached into the man's collar and stroked his strong chest with her delicate fingertips.

The sadness in the man's body had long been thrown away to Java. He easily picked up the person, actively responded to his wife's enthusiasm, and quickened his pace to the inner room.

As for the servants outside the study, they had already hidden far away after the princess entered the room, so no one could hear the shy moans and the low voice of the man in the room.

When the passion faded, their eyes were still entangled, each breathing heavily, their breath blending together.

Shangguan Qingyue, who was lying powerlessly on the man's chest, smiled slyly and asked coquettishly:

"How is it, are you feeling better?"

"It's extremely pleasant." Xuanyuan Yan said word by word, and his eyes were soon filled with lust again. The person in his arms always made him unable to stop.

Shangguan Qingyue could see it, she immediately smiled coquettishly, hugged the man and fell to one side. They were affectionate and loving again, until the night was getting darker and they both felt hungry.

The poor little boy waited in the room for his mother to accompany him for dinner but there was no sign of her. Mother Wu came over and persuaded him three times before he reluctantly agreed to have dinner alone.

After dinner, he sighed several times, returned to his room feeling aggrieved, and practiced three pieces of calligraphy before going to bed.

But he was still very happy to be able to go on a long journey with his mother in a carriage. Well, he could only keep this happiness in his heart and not let others see it.

The sweet and filial little boy silently made up his mind that he would be a good boy when he arrived in the capital and would never bring trouble to his father and mother. However, he didn't expect that he would start a fight with someone on the first day.

That person was none other than his fourth uncle's cousin, whom he had only met once and had no memory of. The other person was more than three years older than him, and he was crying because he couldn't beat him. How useless!

Yu Jiaojiao brought her son to Shangguan Qingyue. Her face was covered with tears, and her hairpins and rings were a little messy. She roared like a cuckoo crying blood:

"Shangguan Qingyue, you are really going too far! Look at what my son has become after being beaten by this evil creature of yours!

Countryside women are not presentable, and the sons they give birth to are so vulgar! You must give my son an explanation today, otherwise I will never let you go!"

A cold light flashed across Shangguan Qingyue's eyes. She pulled her son, who was standing beside her with an incredulous look on his face, closer, smoothed his slightly frizzy hair, and asked softly:

"An Ran, tell mother why you want to fight with your cousin?"

The little Baozi signaled the servant to bring him a cat. He stroked the black cat's fur lovingly and said with red eyes:

"Mother, my cousin is a bad guy, he actually wants to kill this cat!

It's pitiful that the cat couldn't find its mother, and it was kicked several times. I hate my eldest cousin, he doesn't deserve to be a brother!"

Shangguan Qingyue never looked at Yu Jiaojiao from beginning to end. Instead, she looked coldly at Xuanyuan Hongzhi who was still sobbing and asked:

"Hongzhi, do you admit it?"

"What's wrong with a few kicks from a lowly animal? Even if I skin it, what can you do to me? I want to be a prince in the future. It would be a huge joke if I can't even kill a cat!

Humph, a country woman like you is not worthy of teaching me a lesson!"

"You bastard, how dare you insult my mother? I will beat you to death!"

The little Baozi rushed towards Xuanyuan Hongzhi, who was more than a head taller than him, like an angry little lion!