The emperor thought this way: You should be more serious in front of children.
There should be no scenes that are inappropriate for children, no scenes.
Concubine Ji was very enthusiastic about the emperor.
After a while, Sikong Zhen said to Xiao Baozhu, "Let's go."
"Where to go?" Little Baozhu asked.
Before coming here, her father had taught her well that she should not wander around in the palace.
"Just go to the door and play, otherwise you will die of suffocation." Sikong Zhen said, "Don't worry, my father is here, my mother and concubine can't care about me, and they certainly can't care about you, so..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard Concubine Ji shouting: "Baozhu, Baozhu, come here!"
A "?" slowly popped up in Sikong Zhen's head.
In the past, when his father came, his mother and concubine had no time to pay attention to him.
Why do you have time to pay attention to her now?
He's not your biological child, right? !
When Xiao Baozhu walked over, she glanced at him with some sympathy.
But soon, Xiao Baozhu began to feel sorry for herself.
Concubine Ji asked her to go there just because she wanted her to be a tool.
If the emperor hadn't liked her, Concubine Ji probably wouldn't have remembered that there was a person like her.
Waiting and waiting, finally waited until the emperor left.
Xiao Baozhu, the tool man, also felt a little tired.
She yawned loudly and thought, should she be able to rest now, right?
Mrs. Hua was watching beside her. Seeing that Xiao Baozhu was sleepy, she wanted to take her to rest.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Concubine Ji.
"Old lady, of these two children, one has finally come back and the other has finally come in. Let them play. It's not too late anyway. Now that they are asleep, what should I do if they can't sleep at night?"
What Concubine Ji said seems to be reasonable.
Then, just play.
However, Xiao Baozhu looked around.
There seems to be nothing interesting here.
There are no toys.
Little Baozhu looked at this place and sighed inwardly.
There is nothing interesting here. Concubine Ji is usually very boring. No wonder she refused to let go when the emperor came. She must have finally found someone to talk to.
As soon as he heard it, Sikong became energetic.
He wants to fight crickets!
No one plays this with him on weekdays, and he is bored to death.
Now Concubine Ji lets him play as he pleases, and he wants to play happily!
He was about to rush outside.
Before he could lift his feet, Concubine Ji held him down.
Concubine Ji gave him a warning look.
"That kind of vulgar stuff is not allowed to go!"
Sikong Zhen thought about it, "Then, play with a slingshot?"
"No!"
"Is the hide-and-seek head office ready?"
"No!"
…
Sikong Zhen told him all the fun things he could think of.
But Concubine Ji just doesn’t allow it.
Little Baozhu's little head couldn't turn around.
Neither this nor that is allowed, so what exactly can you play?
The palace is not fun at all!
"What you said is all vulgar and boring. Your sister Baozhu will definitely not like it either," said Concubine Ji.
Xiaobaozhu is very innocent.
She didn't say she didn't like it.
Concubine Ji said in a coaxing tone: "Listen to your mother."
She had a guqin brought out.
"You've already started learning this, haven't you? Just in time, you play the piano and let Little Baozhu dance. How interesting it would be."
Sikong Zhen couldn't help laughing.
He wanted to cry.
When he goes to school, just let him learn.
Now that he wants to play, let him play the piano!
Is there any justice?
Little Baozhu was also standing silently.
Dance.
She can't.
Although her father always said that she would hire the best teacher to teach her this and that in the future.
But she is still a baby now and knows nothing.
Only Concubine Ji was very interested.
She even clapped from the side, "Play one, dance one!"
Sikong Zhen took a deep breath.
As a last resort, he sat down.
"Deng Deng~"
He played the guqin.
Immediately, he sat down gracefully.
only……
It doesn’t sound like a piece of music either!
This is too unpleasant to hear, Xiao Baozhu was shocked.
She heard her second brother play the piano, which was like a high mountain and flowing water.
When Sikong Zhen plays the piano, why does it feel like he is stamping crazily on the ruins?
Xiao Baozhu looked at Concubine Ji silently.
Concubine Ji's interest was not diminished at all.
She even applauded Little Baozhu, "Come on, Baozhu, don't be shy, dance boldly!"
She's not shy either.
never mind.
If she insists on watching, then she can dance.
Little Baozhu tried hard to imagine the dancer's movements, stretching her little arms and legs seriously.
It's a good thing she didn't jump. As soon as she started dancing, Mrs. Hua burst out laughing.
It's not her fault.
Because the little Baozhu's movements are so funny and cute.
The way she danced so hard was like a fat little pig that hadn't been weaned yet, stretching its limbs hard.
It's cute, but it also makes me laugh.
Moreover, the song played by Sikong Zhentan is too unpleasant to listen to.
Old Mrs. Hua didn't smile too much, she just couldn't help it.
Concubine Ji initially had this idea: she wanted to cultivate the relationship between the two children, one playing music and the other dancing, so that they would be harmonious and well-matched.
But after only a stick of incense had passed, she no longer thought so.
Xiaobaozhu's piggy twerk dance is at least cute enough to watch.
But if she continued to listen to Sikong Zhen's music, she would have a heart attack.
It’s really ugly!
Concubine Ji suppressed her anger and said, "This is all you learned?"
"That's right." Sikong Zhen had no self-awareness at all, "Not bad, right?"
Concubine Ji tried hard not to lose her temper.
She waved her hand and had the guqin moved down.
But she still wanted Xiao Baozhu to be on good terms with Sikong Zhen.
She rubbed her temples, braced herself, and said with a smile: "Baozhu, let's do this. Your third cousin is very talented in poetry. Let him recite a poem for us now, okay?"
"Okay." Little Baozhu answered happily this time.
Anyway, she wasn't the one who was going to be taken out.
Third cousin, I'm sorry.
Sikong Zhen blinked, "Me? Compose poetry?"
Concubine Ji's patience is almost reaching its limit.
Although she was smiling, there was already uncontrollable anger in her eyes.
She didn't let him make her angry to death!
"A Zhen, you have been studying for so long. It shouldn't be difficult to write a poem, right?"
Sikong Zhen shivered.
From the mother-in-law's words, he heard a faint threat.
So, he bit the bullet and said, "No, it's not difficult."
"Then come on." Concubine Ji smiled and touched Little Baozhu's head, "Let's not argue, don't affect your third cousin's inspiration."
Xiaobaozhu nodded and put his finger on his lips.
It is not difficult at all for her to stay still.
On the other hand, Sikong Zhen didn't look like he was fine.
Xiao Baozhu gave him a look of sympathy and understanding: Are you okay?
Sikong Zhen responded with a simple and straightforward look: What a fart!
