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

According to the regulations of this dynasty, the princes and grandchildren who entered the Shangshufang to study could only have five days off each year, namely New Year's Day, Emperor's Birthday, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, and the next day was the emperor's birthday.

Honghui didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. The Wanshou Festival and his birthday were only seven or eight days apart. He had two consecutive days off in a month, so it would be good to even it out.

Tsk, never mind, it's good enough to have a vacation! After the summer solstice, there will be only half-day classes for 40 days in a row, which will be like a vacation.

On March 26th, Honghui received many gifts and met his uncle Jiu whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He had a birthday that made him quite satisfied.

Over the next month, Honghui felt like a fish in water in the study room and was not punished even once. The four companions were punished a few times, but they were mostly punished for dozing off. Very few of them were punished for not doing their homework seriously.

Honghui was quite satisfied with the performance of these four tutors. It was normal for children to doze off. Which child didn't need enough sleep? But if they were punished for not doing their homework seriously, it was an attitude problem!

After the summer solstice, I only had half a day of classes in the study room, and I could go back to my brother's residence at noon every day.

As his free time suddenly increased, Honghui simply gathered his four reading partners together, gave them special lessons and helped them catch up on their progress, and used the remaining time to finish reading "Three Character Classic".

After the emperor returned to the palace, a thick picture album was handed to Yinzhen.

"Father, I have finished my work. Please take a look and see if there is anything wrong. I will revise it."

Yinzhen picked up the album solemnly and flipped through it, being more careful with his movements for fear of causing wrinkles.

Honghui couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he tried to persuade him: "Father, you don't have to be so careful. The bamboo paper is very thick and won't get damaged easily. Even if it gets damaged, it doesn't matter. Your son can just draw it again."

Yinzhen refuted with one sentence: "Don't worry about it, just drink your sour plum drink." This was a painting that his eldest son had worked so hard on, so no matter how careful he was, it wouldn't be too much!

Half an hour had passed in the blink of an eye, and only about twenty pages of the album had been turned. Honghui could no longer sit still, "Father, it's just a simple album, the artwork isn't that great, it only takes a few seconds to turn the pages..."

Yinzhen disagreed. Although his eldest son's painting skills were still crude, the album still had its merits. It was full of childlike fun and fascinating. If he were a child, he would definitely love it.

"Don't underestimate yourself. You are only six years old and have such an interest. Even if your painting skills are not good, it is normal. What's more, the characters in your album are vivid and have some rudiments of form and spirit. There are still some good points."

"..." Honghui smiled shyly. Why did his father suddenly stop saying one thing and thinking another? He felt embarrassed by just two simple compliments.

He touched his nose and tried to change the subject: "Forget it, you should go back and read it slowly. At your speed, you won't be able to finish it even in two more hours!"

Yinzhen paused for a moment, thought for a moment, put down the album in his hand, and said calmly: "You have a point. I will continue to look through it tomorrow. You don't have to worry about this album. Just leave the rest to my father."

Honghui confidently handed over the matter of the "Three Character Classic" picture album to his father, and then concentrated on studying the agricultural book borrowed from Wenyuan Pavilion.

Drawing the Three Character Classic exhausted him both physically and mentally, so he will wait until next year or the year after to draw the Thousand Character Classic!

Yinzhen didn't know what his eldest son was planning, but if he knew, he would have strongly agreed with it.

At the moment, he was concentrating all his attention on the album, and it took him two days to finish reading the album presented to him by his eldest son.

"Su Peisheng, go find a few scholars with good painting skills and have them copy seven or eight books exactly. By the way, let them paint in the mansion, and send them out after they are done. Remember, don't make too much noise!"

Su Peisheng received the order and went to do the work himself.

Within ten days, the eldest princess, the second princess and the third prince each had a picture album in their hands, all of which were copied by others. As for the original, it was still kept in Yinzhen's hands.

Yinzhen deliberately kept the original album and even treasured it. It was the result of months of hard work by his eldest son. How could he give it to someone else? Even if the person was his own flesh and blood!

But before keeping it away, he first took it to Haitang Garden to share it with Yixiu.

"Master, is this really Honghui's work?" Yixiu looked at the album in front of her excitedly, without even glancing at the Fourth Master.

Yinzhen's eyes were dark, and he said unobtrusively: "Who else could it be but him? You know a little about Honghui's painting skills. The use of ink and blank spaces all have his traces. I asked someone to copy a few books and brought one to you as well." When will Yixiu value him more as her husband?

As he spoke, he took out a picture album and placed it in front of Yixiu.

Seeing this, how could Yixiu not understand what Master was thinking? Master wanted to keep Honghui's writing in his own hands, and give others only tracing copies.

She silently accepted the copybook and read it carefully! In fact, she also wanted her own son's writing, but the master valued Honghui so much that he would never give it to her, so she didn't waste her efforts.

"Master, would you like to get a copy from my aunt? And would you like to send one to my thirteenth and fourteenth brothers as well?"

Yinzhen had an idea: "Send them all. The Queen and Thirteenth Brother are cautious and will not spread this matter. As for the Fourteenth Brother, I will warn him a few more times! But if it gets out, it doesn't matter. It's just an ordinary picture album. It won't cause any trouble."

The two of them made up their minds, and the next day the three picture albums arrived where they belonged.

Unexpectedly, this visit attracted an unexpected person!

It was unexpected, but in fact, this person often visited the Fourth Prince's residence last year. It was not until Honghui entered the upper study room this year that he stopped visiting easily. This person was not someone else, but the Ninth Prince Yinzhen!

How did Yinzhen know about this? It can only be blamed on Yinzhen's carelessness. He drank a few more cups and blurted out everything, which wasted Yinzhen's repeated reminders.

"Fourth brother, you are such a mean person. Honghui has published a picture album, so why are you hiding it? If it weren't for my fourteenth brother who said a few more words, I would have been kept in the dark! Fourth brother, fourth brother, my thirteenth brother has the picture album published by Honghui, my fourteenth brother also has it, and the princes and princesses in your house also have it. Why do you dislike my brother so much? You won't even give me a picture album!" Yinzhen was full of complaints and blurted out a series of questions.

Yinzhen's eyes flickered, and he felt guilty for a rare moment: "That was not a painting by Honghui himself, but someone else copied it. Ninth brother, this was just a work of Honghui's for fun, it's not appropriate to give it to others in a solemn manner!"