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

Having a lovely wife and young child in one’s arms is one of the greatest joys in life!

Although Yixiu was not his wife but only a concubine, and the eldest prince Honghui was not the youngest son but the eldest son who could set up his own household, Yinzhen still felt the joy similar to that of having a lovely wife and young son in his arms.

In Begonia Garden, Yinzhen did not need to consider Rouze, with whom he had become estranged, nor did he need to consider the second prince who might die young at any time. The existence of his eldest son Honghui gave him great comfort.

For four or five consecutive days, after finishing his official business, Yinzhen would come to Haitang Garden to teach Honghui, and the interaction between father and son made him addicted.

"Father, I heard from my mother that the Emperor and Madam scolded you. Are you okay?"

Honghui asked carefully. Father is a person who keeps everything to himself. If this continues, he will only suffer from mental illness.

Yinzhen smiled unnaturally, as if he remembered what his father and mother had taught him two days ago. All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, including regret and relief.

"Yinzhen, she is just a woman, and you actually hurt yourself for her? What can the emperor say about you? You are useless! You should let your wife take care of her in peace in the future, so that she won't come out to harm others. My good grandson was ruined by this stupid person!"

"Yinzhen, since you came back to my mother, she has never touched you. But because of Rouze, you actually ignored your own body? How can I feel bad for you? You are a piece of flesh that fell from my body. If you are injured, I will be distressed! Woo woo..."

He had never been taken seriously, but because of his injury, he was taught a lesson and received care from the Emperor and his mother. It was really hard-earned!

"Father is fine. Your Madam and Mama care about him, so they can't bear to see him neglecting his health. Honghui, you should take this as a warning. You can't be so willful as father. You should cherish your body!"

Honghui nodded obediently, leaned back, and fell into Ama's arms. He sat on Ama's lap to read and write. Ama was particularly clingy these days!

He gently touched Ama's right hand that was wrapped in gauze, and asked solemnly: "Ama, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. The wound medicine prescribed by the palace doctor is very effective. In just a few days, the scar has almost healed. And your Royal Mafa has also given me some golden wound medicine, which is even more effective, so don't worry."

Yinzhen couldn't write yet, so he picked up a copy of the Analects with his left hand and taught Honghui from the beginning. The court doctor repeatedly warned him to wait ten days or half a month before he could hold a pen.

A copy of the Analects of Confucius has about 16,000 words, but Honghui could recite it all. He was not idle during the days when his father was not around. However, he had no master to teach him, so he could only learn by himself. Reciting was easy, but understanding was difficult.

"Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Isn't it a gentleman to not be angry when people don't know you? The 'learning' Confucius talked about here mainly refers to studying the classics of ritual, music, poetry, and books in the Western Zhou Dynasty, in the pre-Qin period..."

When Yinzhen was lecturing, he quoted from classics and did not just talk about the interpretation of "The Analects". Instead, he expanded on it by combining historical fillings, which immediately aroused Honghui's interest.

Is this the result of more than ten years of suffering under the hands of the Emperor Mafa? It's not just Ama, the Emperor Mafa has trained more than a dozen outstanding princes, none of whom are willing to submit to the other, no wonder there is a nine-dragon fight for the throne!

A thought flashed through Honghui's mind, but he did not think about it too much. Instead, he listened to the lecture attentively, asking one or two questions from time to time and echoing his father.

Every time Yinzhen taught Honghui, he would feel relaxed physically and mentally. Because his eldest son was so smart, he felt a sense of accomplishment when teaching him, which was the so-called joy of seeing the prey.

I wonder if the child in Miao’s belly will be as smart as her eldest son?

Yinzhen thought about what he had seen and heard, and thought about the mistakes that Miao had made. He shook his head decisively and no longer had any hope for the offspring in Miao's belly.

Honghui's intelligence is a gift from heaven. As far as Yinzhen knows, there are very few people who can compare to Honghui, whether in the royal family or the families of former ministers. But Honghui is not only intelligent, but also has a rare sensible and considerate personality, which makes him feel that he is really blessed!

"Master, Honghui, it's been an hour. Why don't you take a break and have some snacks before continuing."

Yixiu pushed open the door of the study and when she came in, she saw the father and son huddled together, one teaching seriously and the other learning seriously, completely forgetting the time.

She took the plates from Jianqiu's hand. One plate contained the Fourth Master's favorite lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake, one plate contained chestnut cake, and there was a pot of sweet milk tea.

Yixiu first scooped out two bowls of sweet milk tea with obvious toppings added and placed them in front of the Fourth Master and Honghui, and then pushed the plate of lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake towards the Fourth Master.

"Master, this is the recipe that my aunt sent over. She said this is your favorite flavor. Please try it and see if it suits your taste."

Yinzhen looked over and wondered why the cake looked so soft. Was it because the kitchen was not well prepared?

For Yixiu's sake, he picked up a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. It had that familiar taste. Hmm, not bad!

"The lotus root powder and sweet-scented osmanthus cake you have here is a true inheritance from my mother, but it doesn't look very good. Is it because the kitchen is not well prepared?"

"My master is teaching me a lesson. I will punish them in the future..." Yixiu's face turned pale. She accepted it without any explanation.

Mother, you made this cake yourself, why don't you dare to tell me? Your son can't bear to see your kindness buried!

"Father, this pastry was made by my mother herself. She has been learning from the people sent by my mother for some time and has suffered a lot! Look, the scratches and swelling on my mother's hands have just subsided a few days ago!"

Yinzhen immediately grabbed Yixiu's hand and found it was indeed a little rough, with one or two thin calluses. Why didn't he notice it before?

He immediately felt distressed: "Why do you do it yourself? Just let the kitchen do it! Look at your hands, they are so damaged! I don't need this bite of food!"

Honghui was watching right in front of her. Yixiu felt a little uncomfortable and took back her hand, blushing with embarrassment. "My master is in a bad mood, and this is all I can do. My aunt sent me this recipe just to make you feel better. Although the snacks made by the small kitchen are exquisite, they are not thoughtful, so I made them myself!"

After saying that, she glared at Honghui and continued to explain, "Master, don't listen to Honghui. It's just a few small scratches. There was not even any bleeding. How could it be so exaggerated as he said? It's just that there is no fresh lotus root now. Lotus root powder is not as delicious as fresh lotus root!"

"No fresh lotus root, no fresh lotus root. You made it to my liking! Yixiu, I know your feelings, but you can't ignore yourself! Don't do this again in the future."

"Su Peisheng, take the jade facial cream that Curry sent as tribute and send it to your master!"

Yixiu smiled perfunctorily. She had finally won back the Fourth Master's heart. How could she relax? Whether it was for the Fourth Master or for Honghui, she was willing to wash her hands and cook soup.