After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Zhong Yuanyuan put down her clothes and bowed slightly.

If Xia Yu was not there at this time, Zhong Yuanyuan would not take any action. This person's coming or going would not affect Zhong Yuanyuan.

Xia Yu is only eleven years old now, and Zhong Yuanyuan doesn't want to put the grudges of the previous generation on Xia Yu's shoulders.

Personally helping Zhong Yuanyuan sit down on the stool, Xia Hong turned around and walked to the desk to look at the big words written by Xia Yu.

"Yu'er's handwriting looks much better than the one he wrote on New Year's Eve."

More than half a year has passed since Xia Hong last came to Xianyun Palace.

"Thank you for the compliment, Father. Xie Nanxing is practicing calligraphy, so I naturally need to work harder as well."

Xia Yu accepted Xia Hong's praise with ease.

He did not have many opportunities to see Xia Hong in the palace. He could only see Xia Hong two or three times a year at most, and each time would not last more than a cup of tea.

Xia Yu also didn't understand why he couldn't be favored by Xia Hong like other princes and get everything that belonged to a prince.

But as he grew older, he began to understand it vaguely in his heart, and he could not tell anyone about this understanding.

Xia Hong put his arm around Xia Yu's shoulders, like an ordinary father and son: "It seems that this study partner is a good choice, and it really makes my Yu'er improve."

"Well, he doesn't talk much, he's quiet, and he's good at schoolwork."

"It's just that my health is too poor. I don't know how long I can be your companion."

Xia Yu made no secret of his liking for this study partner. He did not look at Xie Nanxing with the eyes of a superior, but rather spoke as if he were talking about his own friend.

"If you like, I will let him be your study partner forever."

Shen Jinmo will die if he completes his mission, so how can Xie Nanxing survive to the end?

But Xia Hong did not feel guilty about making such a promise. As the king of a country, his willingness to coax people was already a favor to Xia Yu.

Xia Yu, who was raised in Xianyun Pavilion, is far away from power and the previous dynasty. Here, Xia Hong can enjoy the affection between father and son.

Zhong Yuanyuan handed the sewn clothes to Xia Yu and said, "You still have classes tomorrow, so go to bed early and read less."

"Yes." After taking the clothes, Xia Yu walked towards his yard.

There were only two people left in the hall. Xia Hong sat beside Zhong Yuanyuan, separated by a coffee table. "Sister-in-law's needlework is always meticulous. She even mended clothes for me before."

"Your Majesty is now above all others, and you no longer need to wear patched clothes."

Sitting slightly leaning against the soft pillow behind her, Zhong Yuanyuan casually took out a Buddhist scripture and started reading. The light shone on her face, causing Xia Hong's eyes to flicker with a restrained possessive desire.

"Sister-in-law, have you ever thought about letting Yu'er sit on the top of the crowd?"

Xia Yu is the only connection between Xia Hong and Zhong Yuanyuan. Xia Hong once thought that Zhong Yuanyuan would hate Xia Yu, but Zhong Yuanyuan did not.

Zhong Yuanyuan raised her son very well.

The Buddhist scripture turned a page and Zhong Yuanyuan asked calmly, "Your Majesty, are you comfortable sitting in this position now?"

"The Crown Prince is always eyeing my throne, and the Queen is also trying to win over various forces in the court. I want to chop off their heads all the time."

Xia Hong would only say this to Zhong Yuanyuan. No one else deserves to hear his words: "But I want to be a wise ruler. I want you to see that I am no worse than your brother."

After closing the Buddhist scriptures, Zhong Yuanyuan calmly mentioned the past: "Your Majesty, please don't forget the promise you made in the past."

"I naturally remember that in this palace, my eldest sister-in-law and Yu'er are free."

The smile on her lips turned bitter. Zhong Yuanyuan was unwilling to keep the child at first. "That's why I came to ask my eldest sister-in-law for advice."

"After becoming the ruler of a country, he will only have the country left." If it were not for the Xia domain, Zhong Yuanyuan would not have discussed Xia Hong's court: "And the emperor can't even guarantee that he can live to become the ruler of a country?"

"Xie Nanxing's appearance at Yu'er's side has caused such a commotion. If he gains the emperor's favor again, Yu'er will be in even greater trouble. What can the emperor do to fulfill his promise to me?"

Zhong Yuanyuan spoke in a gentle tone, but Xia Hong did not feel dissatisfied at all.

Their son is only eleven years old, so they really can't be too anxious.

"I understand."

He stood up from the chair, and for some reason his robe got caught on the table, tearing a hole in it. "Sister-in-law, can you mend my robe for me again?"

"I don't have any gold thread here, so I can't mend the emperor's dragon robe."

The lights and guards of Xianyun Pavilion followed Xia Hong away. Zhong Yuanyuan looked at the dragon robe on the chair, wrapped it in cotton cloth and put it in the closet.

Not mended.

All the candles in the room were extinguished, and Zhong Yuanyuan's eyes remained the same as before.

People, don't be too greedy.

If you want both, you won't be able to bear the day.

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Xun Zhan, covered with mosquito bites, climbed in through the wide-open window. Xia Yu, who was sitting at the desk reading a book, noticed the person behind him, but did not hide the book.

Walking to sit opposite Xia Yu, Xun Zhan leaned out half of his body to look at the book Xia Yu was reading: "Xiao Jiu, do you like reading these things?"

"I am not as good as you, Master. You must have read countless books and met countless men. Books like this one of mine are naturally not worthy of your attention."

He spoke the hurtful words slowly and calmly, saying that the Qinchu Tower had been destroyed and now there was a Nanfeng Pavilion.

I heard from Zhong Luan that Xun Zhan is a frequent visitor.

It's just that he wasn't generous enough, so he couldn't keep the Oiran from Nanfeng Pavilion.

"Don't listen to other people's nonsense."

Xun Zhan Ke had never read such books before and had no interest in them.

He also didn't want Xia Yu to know all this too early. If he was fooled by someone, wouldn't Xun Zhan be the one who would be hurt?

"Hmph, do you think I believe it?"

Xia Yu didn't believe it, but he had no control over what was happening outside Xunzhan Palace, so he simply ignored it.

His eyes moved away from the book and fell on the face of the person in front of him. At first glance, it was covered with red mosquito bites. Xia Yu naturally knew why there were so many.

He closed the book, took a box of ointment and threw it on Xun Zhan: "Apply it quickly, it's so ugly."

Xun Zhan did not take the medicine, but picked up the book that Xia Yu had put down and flipped through a few pages.

I don't think it's too explicit, the things between men are written in a rather obscure way.

But you can’t watch this love story for too long.

Xun Zhan: "Why do you have key points in this book?"

Xun Zhan: "Who gave this to you?"

Xia Yu: "Master, don't worry about things that have nothing to do with you."

How could Xia Yu betray Xie Nanxing, especially since he had just gotten the book from Xie Nanxing.

"Xiaojiu." This call was quite solemn: "That person ate quite a lot this time. I wonder how much time the emperor will give you to grow up."

Xia Yu's time is precious and cannot be spent on reading storybooks.

"Xun Zhan, I've grown up." The eyes he looked at Xun Zhan were burning, revealing a fearless sincerity.

But the next moment, he curled his lips and started talking nonsense: "Do you want to try it?"

Putting the ointment on Xia Yu's hand, Xun Zhan said without hesitation: "Xiao Jiu, I want to try it."

"Pervert." He threw the ointment jar at Xun Zhan: "I'm only eleven years old."

"What are you thinking about?" He raised his hand and rubbed Xia Yu's head, grinning and said, "I want to try to let you apply ointment on me."

"These mosquito bites on me are all caused by the mosquitoes you raised. Don't you have to take responsibility?"