Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

"Master, please try this lotus root dish. I wonder if it suits your taste. And the Longjing shrimp dish. You said you liked it back then. And..."

Is my mother too excited today? She took a little here and a little there, almost filling up my mother's small bowl.

Seeing that Ama looked a little embarrassed, Honghui hurried to help him out, "Mother, you are biased. You only picked food for Ama and forgot that you have a son."

Yixiu was stunned at first, then she looked at Honghui, then at the Fourth Master, before she realized that she had picked up a little too much food.

Her face flushed, and she pretended to be calm, "Well, Honghui, you like this vinegar fish the most. Mother will help you with it. Eat it quickly."

If you have something to eat, just shut up. Today I saw you cheating my mother!

In this regard, Honghui has something to say. He is not trying to trick his mother, but is helping her. Hasn't he seen that the look in his father's eyes when he looks at his mother is becoming softer and softer?

I felt full without eating this lunch. Is this what people in later generations call "eating dog food"?

Honghui lowered his head and concentrated on his meal. He didn't dare to look at his father and mother's eyes again, for fear that his mother would get angry and come back to punish him.

However, if this continues, the day will soon come when Ama will stay at Begonia Garden!

After lunch, the three of them sat together to drink tea to relieve their greasiness, and chatted from time to time. Most of the time, it was Honghui and Yinzhen talking, while Yixiu watched them quietly from the side.

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Looking at the time, it was already late noon, Yinzhen said decisively: "Honghui, go to the study with Father."

Honghui said "OK" and took his father's hand to lead the way, while signaling to his mother not to worry.

The study room that Honghui uses was just cleaned up yesterday. It is twice as big as the side room he lives in now. It can be seen that his mother cares very much about his studies and is afraid that he will be wronged.

There were only a few enlightenment books like Sanbaiqian in the big study, and all other Confucian classics had not been purchased yet.

Although he has the four treasures of the study - pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Honghui is not yet old enough to hold a pen. His little hands are too soft to hold a brush, let alone practice calligraphy!

Yinzhen glanced around the study, said nothing, and sat down at the desk, flipping through the few enlightenment books on the table.

"Three Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Surnames" showed obvious signs of being read, while "Thousand Character Classic" was still very new. Yinzhen had an idea of ​​what was going on.

"What did you learn?"

Honghui quickly straightened his face and put on a serious look, "Replying to Father, I have finished learning the Three Character Classic and Hundred Family Names. Mother originally planned to teach her son the Thousand Character Classic last month, but I was delayed for some reason. Please forgive me, Father."

Yinzhen knew in his heart that it was not his son's fault. "Recite it all again and explain the meaning again."

Honghui was not in a hurry. He recited and explained fluently without any pause.

Very good! Although these two enlightenment books are relatively simple, Honghui, a three-year-old child, can understand them so well, which shows that he has learned them thoroughly.

Yinzhen was somewhat satisfied in his heart but remained expressionless. Honghui was young and should not be praised too much. If he became proud and complacent, it would be counterproductive.

"From today on, I will teach you the Thousand Character Classic so that you can catch up on your missed lessons as soon as possible."

Honghui took the Thousand Character Classic handed over by his father and recited it with his father, "The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast and boundless. The sun and the moon wax and wane, the stars are lined up. Winter comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter stores. The leap year makes a year, and the rhythm of the sun and the moon adjusts to the sun."

"You are still young, so just learn these four sentences today. Your father has to read them 120 times in the Shangshufang. You should learn from your father and read them more times."

Honghui did not refute his father's words. The royal law had extremely strict requirements for them, the princes and grandchildren of the emperor, and they were required to recite the Four Books and Five Classics by heart.

But this does not mean that he is willing to waste time. If he learns this little knowledge every day and repeats it 128 times, he can read a few more books.

So starting from the third time, Honghui closed the book and recited aloud, successfully attracting Ama's attention.

"Honghui, you, you remember everything?"

Yinzhen had been staring at Honghui's little face, and found that his eyes were not looking at the book in his hand at all, so he asked in surprise.

Honghui nodded to show that he had memorized it, and also modestly asked if he was too stupid. The child prodigies in ancient times had photographic memories, and some could even compose poems at the age of three.

Yinzhen's face was distorted. The child prodigy who could compose poems at the age of three was Fang Zhongyong, who was very smart when he was young but not necessarily a good person when he grew up. His son must not end up like Fang Zhongyong.

However, we still have to verify Honghui's talent, which is obviously close to photographic memory.

"Honghui, father will teach you eight more sentences. Can you recite them? Clouds rise and bring rain. Dew turns to frost. ... Give up the throne and give up the country. You, Yu, Tao and Tang."

Honghui went over it in his mind, read it again, and then fluently recited it from the beginning, even the first four sentences.

"Have you memorized all the words in these twelve sentences of the Thousand Character Classic?"

“There are a few that have not learned it before, and they can only recognize it but cannot write it.”

Yinzhen breathed a sigh of relief. Honghui was only a little smart, not the legendary photographic memory. He was also afraid that too much wisdom would lead to harm, and too much love would lead to a short life.

"Okay, you should learn all the characters first. I will teach you Manchu, Mongolian and Chinese. As for writing, you can start practicing when you are a few months older. You are still young, so you should know that you can't digest too much when you bite off more."

Honghui nodded, indicating that he had taken his father's words into account. At this moment, his father felt sorry for his young age and wanted to slow down the progress. After teaching him for a few days and knowing what it meant to be excited about prey, his father could not help but pay attention to it.

With a son who is too smart and is just starting his education, can Ama still resist speeding up the process?

In fact, Honghui’s memory was not so good before. Perhaps it was because his soul had been tempered for hundreds of years, and after his rebirth, he became almost able to remember everything he saw.

He didn't dare to show off his talents too much in the palace. Now was the time when the situation was becoming tense. If someone wanted to harm him, his father would not be able to protect him.

However, he could show off his intelligence and wit in front of Ama, which would make him more valued by Ama. After all, he was Ama's eldest brother, and the more outstanding he was, the happier Ama would be.

One taught seriously, the other studied seriously. The father and son stayed in the study for a whole afternoon. It was not until Yixiu came in to inform Yinzhen of the news that someone from the main courtyard had arrived that Yinzhen ended the teaching session with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

"Master, someone from the main courtyard came over and said that the concubine had a miscarriage and was complaining of stomach pain. Please go over and take a look."

Yinzhen became anxious when he heard this. Rouze was pregnant with his son. What if something happened?

"Rouzhe's health is more important, I'll go check on him first. Yixiu, take good care of Honghui in Haitang Garden, I'll come back tomorrow!"

Watching the Fourth Master hurriedly leaving Haitang Garden, Yixiu also fell into silence. What a warm atmosphere today! Unexpectedly, it disappeared in just half a day.

Honghui took his mother's hand and comforted her, "Mother, don't be sad. Father has promised his son that he will come to teach him tomorrow."

Yixiu hugged her son in her arms. Even if her grandfather said this to coax her and Honghui, she couldn't show her frustration in front of her son, as he would worry.

"Well, your father will definitely come!"