Gao Chi of the Ming River

Zhu Gaochi sat on the chair and found that he seemed not tall enough, so he simply stood up and wanted to pick up a brush to write about the questions left by his monk teacher.

but……

Zhu Gaochi stared at the writing brush that was just a little away from his finger, wondering why he couldn't reach it? !

Stretch again, try hard!Stretch again and again—

Snapped!

The brush was enough, but it also dropped the entire brush pot.

"..." Zhu Gaochi was startled, and subconsciously looked at Zhu Di who was reading on the couch.

It happened to meet Zhu Di's eyes.

Zhu Gaochi stared seriously at Zhu Di's eyes that were obviously smiling, and said solemnly, "Father, son broke father's pen pot, son should die!"

Zhu Di suppressed a smile, got up slowly, walked to the table, and picked up the pen pot on the ground.

When Zhu Gaochi saw it, he wanted to bend down to pick up the pen on the ground, but when he bent down, he couldn't help frowning, and his waist hurt again...

"Okay! You sit there!" Zhu Di frowned, pulled Zhu Gaochi up, picked up a few writing brushes that fell on the ground, turned around, and said to Zhu Gaochi with a frown, "Tell Dad if you can't reach it with short hands. You take the brush."

Zhu Gaochi's heart froze, hands, short?

"Father... my son dare not disturb my father." Zhu Gaochi bowed his head and said respectfully, but his heart was depressed, because his hands were too short to reach... Father, your table here is too big, I think it would be nice for him to listen to the table in Taoyuan.It's enough for him to raise his hand!

"Hmph! Then you won't bother?" Zhu Di snorted coldly.As he walked forward, he picked up Zhu Gaochi and lazily said, "You can just read with Dad."

Zhu Gaochi shook his head hurriedly and said, "Father, my son wants to write an essay."

"Literary theory?" Zhu Di opened his eyes in surprise, and glanced at Zhu Gaochi up and down, with a look of disbelief, "Chi'er, you can still write literary theory?"

Zhu Gaochi's heart froze for a while, before he said nana, "My son can't write..."

His seven-year-old child did "no, know, write"!

Zhu Di chuckled, hugged Zhu Gaochi, turned around and sat on the chair behind the desk, dipped the brush in the ink, and handed it to Zhu Gaochi, "It's okay, you can write it, if it's not good, dad will point it out to you."

Zhu Gaochi took the brush, bowed his head and thought for a while, and then took advantage of Zhu Di's "high" height to write carefully stroke by stroke.

Zhu Di rested his head on his hand, and turned his head to look at the fair and serious face under the candlelight. The angle was wrong, Zhu Di couldn't see the complete side face, but Zhu Di still noticed the seriousness of the child.I can't help but sit upright, straighten my back, look down at the strokes on the rice paper, look at it for a while, and then I can't help but focus.

Zhu Di casually asked the question that Daoyan left for the child. At that time, he just felt that Daoyan was a little embarrassed. How old is the child?Why ask such a question?

But now looking at the child's strokes, I can't help but smile, and I feel very proud.

Although this essay is not written in this way, although the child's sentences are immature in everything, although the child's words are still too tender and lack strength, but... the child's thinking is very right.

"Let the homeless people farm the land, lend them the land first, and don't charge money. After three years, they will have a harvest, and then collect the money. The rich people in Beiping (including the Yanwang Mansion) will give them money first and the people who farm the land." Tools, as a good deed, written on big paper for everyone to see, (it’s better to write Yan Wangfu bigger), the county government will build houses for the people who have no homes, temporarily live in them, and collect rent after three years... "

Zhu Di took it when Zhu Gaochi finished writing the last word, and laughed while reading it.

Zhu Gaochi's face was a little sullen, but he was relieved that he could make his father laugh at him like this, which shows...he succeeded in imitating the children's words!But... being ridiculed by his father is still very depressing.

"Chi'er, you are not literary theory." Zhu Di didn't read to the end, seeing the child's sullen face, he kindly reminded him.

"My son can't write..." Zhu Gaochi said very seriously, raised his head, and asked solemnly, "Father, can you teach your son?"

"What? Let your father teach me?" Zhu Di squinted at Zhu Gaochi, and snorted coldly, "It's getting late today, tomorrow you can ask your teacher yourself!"

Zhu Gaochi whispered, "Father, you will be scolded by the teacher..."

"That's your own business!" Zhu Di picked up Zhu Gaochi and walked towards the back room, saying as he walked, "Boys must learn to solve their own troubles."

Zhu Gaochi nodded heartily, um, yes.But... Teacher Monk, will he really not know how to curse tomorrow?Zhu Gaochi sighed softly in his heart, he is an uncle, and he was taught a lesson, it is really... aggrieved.

While sleeping, Zhu Gaochi lay down neatly, feeling a lot of pressure in his heart, and even began to wonder if tonight...would he have a nightmare...

Zhu Di was lying outside, and as soon as he lay down on the bed, he closed his eyes and fell asleep very simply.

Turning his head secretly to glance at Zhu Di's peaceful sleeping face, Zhu Gaochi heaved a sigh of relief, he thought his father would come to tease him, laugh at him or something, okay, okay, his dad is very good when he sleeps, not so serious , um, um, it is very important for children to sleep at night, so that they will not have nightmares, and they can grow taller as soon as possible...

So Zhu Gaochi was thinking wildly, and slowly fell asleep after thinking wildly.

So, hearing Zhu Gaochi's soft sleeping snoring, Zhu Di slightly opened his eyes, turned his head, stared at Zhu Gaochi's satisfied little face with the corners of his smiling mouth slightly curled up, and smiled slightly.

this kid...

Gently turned sideways, and tucked Zhu Gaochi's quilt, but at this moment, Zhu Gaochi suddenly turned around, muttered something, and Xiaopang put his feet on Zhu Di's waist, and the quilt just tucked away fell off again.

Zhu Di stared at Zhu Gaochi's sleepy little face speechlessly, and sighed in his heart, why is this kid still kicking the quilt...

At this time, Zhiqin from Tingtao Academy was still struggling to fall asleep, the prince likes to kick the quilt when he sleeps! !The prince wonders if he will find someone to cover the prince with a quilt, if the prince catches a cold? !Oops!Oops!I will be punished by the prince and princess!

Tucked Zhu Gaochi's quilt again, Zhu Di had just turned around, when Zhu Gaochi bumped, Zhu Di hurriedly turned his head, just...almost laughed!

That kid actually kicked the entire quilt away and fell asleep? !

Shaking his head, Zhu Di simply wrapped him up in a quilt, brought him into his arms, and hugged him.

Well, now you won't kick the quilt again, will you?

And Zhu Gaochi, who was wrapped and hugged, frowned and twisted a bit. Zhu Di hurriedly let go, and then, very speechless, he watched Zhu Gaochi adjust his posture twists and turns, and nestled into his arms, fat and fat. His little fingers were still grabbing his underwear, and after rubbing against it, he continued to sleep snoring...

"..."

In the quiet room, Zhu Di raised his hand and gently rubbed Zhu Gaochi's head, and couldn't help but smile, this kid!

She closed her eyes and slowly tightened her arms, only to find that she was holding this soft and warm child in her arms, and her heart was very peaceful.

So, go to sleep slowly and have a good night's dream.

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When Zhu Gaochi woke up the next day, Zhu Di was already up.

Rubbing his eyes, he slowly sat up and scratched his head. Zhu Gaochi was very confused, why did he sleep so well last night?

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Gaochi slowly grabbed the clothes beside the bed and put them on slowly, um, forget it, just don't have nightmares.

Get dressed, put on your shoes, and slowly slide out of bed.Zhu Gaochi suddenly remembered, huh?Why is there no one here to serve daddy?What about people?Where's the maid?Where is the boy?

Look left, look right, Zhu Gaochi habitually puts his hands behind his back, that's all, he also likes to do it himself.

Just about to push the door to leave, the door suddenly opened.

Zhu Gaochi was taken aback for a moment, and was also surprised by his father's slightly smiling face.

"Are you awake? Daddy thought you, a little pig, would have to sleep till the sun rose." Zhu Di walked over, casually put the barrel of the gun away, then stepped forward to stroke Zhu Gaochi's head, squatted down, and jokingly said, "What? Dad sleeps with you, so you can't fall asleep?"

piggy? ?

Can't sleep without daddy? ? ?

"Father, my son wakes up to practice martial arts when he is late, please punish him!" Zhu Gaochi said solemnly.

Zhu Di smiled, and the banter in his eyes was even more obvious, "Dad saw that you little pig was injured yesterday, so today you will be exempted from practicing martial arts."

"father……"

"Ok?"

"My son is not a pig!" Zhu Gaochi said seriously.

Zhu Di chuckled, poked Zhu Gaochi's stomach with his fingers, and teased, "It's not a pig? Then tell Dad, what is this? Huh?"

Zhu Gaochi froze, and vowed again in his heart, he must, must, lose this little belly!

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After eating, Zhu Gaochi habitually walked towards Tingtao Courtyard with his hands behind his back.

His father said something happened and let him eat alone.

Zhu Gaochi was very happy, which meant that he could enjoy a good breakfast without being so restrained.

Zhu Gaochi didn't know that when he walked towards Tingtao Courtyard, his father was watching him from the study window.

"Is everything clear?" Looking back, Zhu Di turned around and asked gloomily.

Behind him, a white-faced old man cupped his hands and replied respectfully, "My lord, please rest assured, our family knows what to do?" The old man's voice was thinner and his tone was more flattering.

"That's good." Zhu Di said lightly, paused, and then asked in a low voice, "Are you sure the princess is here to play, not to do other things?"

The old man chuckled, but his smile was a bit disdainful, "My lord, actually, the princess is here to play. Long live Lord is annoyed by seeing the princess making troubles in the capital, so I asked the old servant to accompany the princess out..."

Zhu Di nodded expressionlessly, "Then you go down."

"Yes... the old slave is resigning."

When the old man stepped back, Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng, who were standing aside in the study with their heads bowed, immediately stepped forward.

Zhang Yu cupped his hands and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what this Eunuch Zhang said is not very reliable."

"Oh, how did you see that?" Zhu Di asked casually.

"The princess is very favored by the emperor in the capital. Is it really just for fun when she suddenly came to Beiping this time? If it is for fun, Beiping is not a good place to go!" Zhang Yu said firmly.

Zhu Di's eyes flashed coldly, "So, from now on, you have to pay attention. Do you understand?"

Zhang Yuzhu looked at each other and bowed their hands respectfully and retreated.

Wait for Zhang Yuzhu to step down.Zhu Di slowly opened the note in his hand.

There were only five words written on the note: The princess came prepared

Zhu Di sneered slowly.