The world is broken, the cubs mend it

Yuanyuan stood on tiptoe and pushed the tree trunk, trying to shake the osmanthus flowers on the tree and scatter them.

Seeing her like this, Caizhi would deliberately shake down some ripe osmanthus flowers, and the small golden flowers would fall on her, emitting a pleasant fragrance.

"Miss Caizhi!"

The old nanny beside Concubine Jing passed by, bowed towards Yuanyuan, and presented her with the plush cloak and a pair of cute tiger-head boots in her hands.

"The weather is getting cold, and the queen specially bought some winter clothes for the girl. She was about to send them to Wangyue Tower, but she didn't expect to meet you here."

"I would like to thank the Empress Jing on behalf of the young lady."

Caizhi bowed to return the greeting. The clothes and boots were so cute, and it was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into them.

"What is Concubine Jing doing now?"

Yuanyuan stood on tiptoe to touch the cute tiger-head boots. She liked them very much and remembered that she hadn't seen Concubine Jing for some time.

"The Queen has stayed indoors since she was frightened that day. She is currently copying Buddhist scriptures and praying for blessings in the Buddhist temple."

Looking at the little guy's innocent and cute appearance, the old lady added another sentence tentatively.

"Miss, do you want to go see Concubine Jing?"

Yuanyuan looked up at Caizhi and nodded in agreement.

Although Concubine Jing was confined to her own palace during this period, she still made clothes and pastries for her and treated her very well.

When Concubine Jing heard the palace servants tell her that the baby was born, she happily hurried from the Buddhist hall to the main hall, her feet hidden under the layers of her skirt as she walked very fast.

After not seeing him for a month, the child has become whiter and fatter, with a chubby mouth that is pink and tender, making him even more adorable.

"Empress Jing!"

Yuanyuan rushed over and hugged her, smiling at her with her little mouth wide open.

"What have you been doing these days?"

Concubine Jing touched the child's face lovingly. The little guy exuded a faint sweet osmanthus fragrance, like a white and tender osmanthus dessert.

Speaking of Yuanyuan, she had a lot to talk about. She told her all the interesting stories about watching the lantern festival in Lizhou, eating fresh fish in Chuanlong County, and fighting with Xing Zhao, counting on her fingers.

Apart from these, he didn't say anything else. Xiao Loushao didn't want to tell others that his old father had killed someone.

When it comes to fighting, Yuanyuan is quite experienced and wants to demonstrate to her the moves she has learned on the spot.

The little guy's short limbs were waving uncoordinatedly in the open space. After performing a few moves, he staggered, then stood firm and continued boxing.

how to say?

Zero percent martial arts skills, one hundred percent confidence.

Concubine Jing sat under the pear tree, holding a handkerchief over her mouth and laughing softly, as if she saw the shadow of her deceased daughter in herself.

Such vigorous energy can infect even a person as weak as a dead tree.

Yuanyuan stopped only after she broke out in a sweat. She ran to the stone table and sat down. After she calmed down, she drank a bowl of warm pear, loquat and white fungus soup.

"Am I great?"

She raised her little face and looked at Concubine Jing expectantly, eager to be praised.

"Great!" Concubine Jing smiled gently, and asked casually, "What do you do with Master Zhangyin when you are bored on the road?"

"Daddy would take me horseback riding when I was bored."

Yuanyuan was also excited when talking about riding horses, but the horses ran too fast and sometimes the shaking was so severe that she felt like vomiting.

"..."

Concubine Jing wanted to ask more questions, but when she noticed Caizhi's eyes looking at her, she smiled gently and raised her hand to wipe the child's face with a handkerchief.

It was almost time for dinner, and Concubine Jing wanted to keep the child here to have a meal, but Wangyue Tower sent someone to call the child back.

You can play at other people’s homes, but you must go back to your own home to eat.

Part of the dried osmanthus flowers are kept for food, and part is used to make purses.

Yuanyuan gave a purse embroidered with bamboo joints to her old father and hung a plum blossom purse around her waist, so she smelled good wherever she went.

Ever since the father and daughter talked it out, Pei Zhiyan no longer avoided the child in front of outsiders, and often took the child's hand to the imperial garden to digest food.

The weather was getting colder day by day, and a heavy snow fell just after the beginning of winter.

The old man left before dawn every day and would not come back until noon if he had something to do.

Yuanyuan was wearing cute tiger-head boots, a bright red cloak with white fox fur trimmed in it, and standing in the porch with a small heater in her hand.

"Why hasn't Dad come back yet?"

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, but she was stubborn and refused to go back to the house to warm herself by the fire. She stood at the door waiting for her old man.

"Perhaps he was held up by something. Master Seal will surely come back when he is done with his work."

Xiao Fuzi estimated the time. It was indeed a little late today. Usually, he would have returned by this time to review memorials.

"Take me to find Daddy."

Yuanyuan hid her head in her thick cloak and asked him to get an umbrella while she went out.

Ever since everyone saw how close and caring Pei Zhiyan was to the child, the tone of the atmosphere in the palace gradually changed.

She has been trying to get close to rich and powerful people since she was very young, and she is so lucky that she actually got close to them.

It's just words of envy, jealousy and sourness, it's no big deal and you don't need to pay any attention to it.

Xiao Fuzi had been with her for such a long time that she naturally knew that she couldn't persuade her, so she held her in her arms under a large umbrella and went to the duty room where the court officials handled official business.

This is the only way to enter the harem. If the Lord Seal comes back, they will definitely run into him.

It was snowing hard outside, and little Fuzi still felt a little cold standing under the eaves, but it was better than in previous years.

This year, thanks to the Lord's kindness, he was given two thick clothes, which were leftovers from previous years. After his shift, he lay in the duty room wrapped in a quilt and shivered.

"My hand warmer will warm you up."

Seeing him rubbing his hands, Yuanyuan raised the hand warmer and handed it to him.

"No, I can't afford it."

Xiao Fuzi waved his hands and refused to take it. A man like him was not worthy of touching a girl's things.

"Good!"

Yuanyuan forced it into his mouth twice but he still refused to take it, so she had to cover it herself.

Some off-duty officials passed by and looked at her with different expressions, some with disdain or some with strange eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Yuanyuan saw a man in a blue official robe, who glared at her fiercely and then spat at her.

"To recognize a thief as one's father is a shame to the world."

Before they put down the rebellion, news spread in the palace that the eunuch had a child, but the news was blocked in the capital and could not be spread out.

No one outside the palace knew what the child looked like.

Recently, I heard that the eunuch doted on the child very much. He kept her with him every day and treated her as his own daughter.

How can a perverted eunuch have any family affection or kindness?

On the surface, they are father and daughter, but who knows what dirty deeds they are doing in private.

"My father is not a thief, you are talking nonsense."

Yuanyuan walked towards him with a small heater in her pocket, stood by his legs in the heavy snow, and glared back at him angrily with her head raised.

"Don't you dare curse my daddy!"

When the officials passing by heard her call Pei Zhiyan "Daddy", they stopped and looked at her in surprise.

This child has been blinded by wealth and fame at such a young age, he seems to have gone mad.