While Yan Jiaojiao got another interesting toy, the two little brothers Yan Rong and Yan Jing showed their filial piety in the Yuzhu Garden.
Gu Qiushui is very good at taking care of people.
When he got up early in the morning, he washed Yan Hongfei's hair first, and combed his hair neatly. He did not wear a crown on his tied hair, but pinned it with a simple hairpin.
The clothes are just ordinary household clothes, bamboo green, and they give off a cool air just by looking at them.
Although Yan Hongfei has not fully recovered, at least he still looks good.
Yan Rong had a sad look on her face, holding a cup of white fungus soup in her hand. She stood beside Yan Hongfei and advised, "Father, please take a bite."
Yan Hongfei opened his mouth, and Yan Rong put a spoonful of white fungus soup into his mouth.
Some of the soup flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Gu Qiushui was beside him and hurriedly wiped him with a handkerchief.
Yan Rong's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eye circles turned red.
Gu Qiushui advised him: "Young Master, don't worry. The Marquis is already much better. Yesterday, the imperial doctor said that he can be cured in ten days at most."
Yan Rong nodded, then turned to Gu Qiushui seriously and said, "I heard from my mother that thanks to my aunt's careful care these days, my father was able to recover so quickly."
He glanced behind him, and Chang Ge, the maid from Qingsong Pavilion, came over holding a big tray.
On the tray are two pieces of colorful clothing.
"This is a gift from the princess, and my aunt used it to make clothes. It is also my wish."
Gu Qiushui was surprised. Yan Rong was not only outstanding in appearance at such a young age, but also had excellent speech and behavior.
In his actions, he is even more thoughtful and rare among his peers.
Should she say that he is worthy of being a child taught by Madam herself?
"It's all my responsibility, how dare I choose such a good thing? The eldest son should first honor his wife."
Yan Rong was very satisfied with Gu Qiushui's respectful attitude.
"Of course there are some at my mother's place. Auntie, feel free to accept them."
Gu Qiushui thanked him again and put it away.
What woman doesn’t love gorgeous clothes and beautiful accessories? Gu Qiushui's face inevitably showed some joy.
Even Yan Hongfei, who had never been very fond of his eldest son, had a bit of relief in his eyes.
Sure enough, after going to the palace, I have grown a lot.
He glanced at his second son, who had been silent since entering the door, and his mood worsened.
Compared with the eldest son, this son is not even a bit inferior.
He doesn't like studying, but he likes to dance with swords. What a fuss, impetuous... Yan Hongfei snorted and turned his head, not wanting to look at Yan Jing.
Yan Jing rolled his eyes.
He doesn't want to see his father either.
If his elder brother hadn't forced him to do so, he wouldn't have come to Yuzhu Garden.
Finally, Yan Hongfei showed mercy and told Yan Rong to follow the third son of King Cheng to school and to be smart. The people who come in and out of the palace school are all children of the clan or children of noble families. Never interact with him. After arguing with others about not causing trouble for the Hou Mansion, he waved his hands and let the brothers go back.
After leaving Yuzhuyuan, Yanjing complained: "Brother, you are the same. Why do you come back so well? You got a lesson for no reason."
"He is your and my father after all."
Yan Rong said calmly.
No one can change your origin.
No matter how bad Yan Hongfei's character was, in the eyes of outsiders, he would always be the biological father of him and his younger siblings.
These days, what matters is that the king is the king and the father is the king. This is what it means when the father wants the son to die, and the son has to die.
The real father is sick, and the son has to come back to take care of him even if he is far away. If he doesn't come back and take a look, a big unfilial hat will fall on his head.
Yan Rong has his own ambitions. What does it mean to say something that doesn't take much effort and only requires a few words?
Patting Yan Jing's shoulder, Yan Rong chuckled, "Okay, look at your face, you don't even have a smile at all. You should try to show off."
Yan Jing folded his arms and looked up at the sky, saying nothing.
Yan Rong had nothing to do.
Even though his brother is young, he has such a bad temper and a stubborn streak.
"Okay, let's go see my sister."
When Yan Jiaojiao was mentioned, Yan Jing started to smile.
"Hey, brother, let me tell you, my sister has gained weight again these days."
Yan Jing gestured with his hands as he spoke, "That face is so much bigger. It's so chubby, it's fun."
He pinches his sister's cheek every day, and then hears her saying that he won't be able to become a general if he refuses to practice martial arts.
The two little brothers held hands and returned to the peony garden.
Mr. Ji personally cooked and made snacks that Yan Rong liked.
Yan Jing sighed, "Mom is so partial."
He is at home every day, and his mother doesn’t do anything for him.
The Ninth Prince lay half-lying on the couch, facing Yan Jiaojiao and untying the nine-link chain.
When he heard Mr. Ji calling them to have some snacks, he immediately put down the Nine Rings and picked up Yan Jiaojiao.
As a result, Yan Rong took the person away first.
The Ninth Prince pursed his lips, feeling as if his toy had been taken away.
After lunch and when the sun was at its worst, Yan Rong returned to Prince Cheng's Mansion.
The Ninth Prince was not very happy to leave, but his mother had already said that he must return to the palace before the palace gate was closed.
No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to turn back one step at a time.
After returning to the palace, the Ninth Prince rushed straight to Fengyi Palace.
It happened that the emperor was also there.
Unlike Cheng Wang, the emperor completely inherited the good looks of the late emperor and his biological mother.
"Hey, slow down!"
Looking at his youngest son who rushed in without waiting for the call to be sent, the emperor's face burst into laughter and he did not forget to tell his son to be careful not to fall.
"Father?" The Ninth Prince dove into the emperor's arms and raised his head, "Why are you here?"
The emperor said with a straight face, "This is your mother's palace. If I'm not here, where can I be?"
The Ninth Prince stood up straight and scratched his hair, "Isn't it the birthday of Concubine Xian? I thought you had to go to Huixian Palace."
emperor:"……"
He knocked on his youngest son's forehead angrily.
The emperor secretly glanced at Empress Xu and was relieved a little when he saw her smiling face and not caring at all.
Who in the palace doesn't know that when a new queen was to be established, Concubine Xian would jump up and down based on her background, so her intention to get involved in the rear position should not be too obvious.
After Queen Xu was established and in the first two years of taking charge of the palace, Concubine Xian made many secret stumbling blocks.
The emperor had long been annoyed with this concubine who had been following him since he was a prince. If it weren't for the fact that she gave birth to a second prince for him, he would have demoted her status long ago.
This naughty kid, knowing that the queen dislikes the virtuous concubine the most, is still talking about the virtuous concubine to her!
For the first time, the emperor had the urge to beat his son.
Empress Xu chuckled at this moment, "Aze didn't say anything, but I had forgotten that today was her birthday. Your Majesty, why don't you go and see her? I just got a pair of new bracelets here. You can take them with you." chant?"
The emperor took a deep breath and slapped the ninth prince on the butt.
