Xiao Yunjie cried and waited, waiting for his eighth uncle to beat him and his eighth aunt to scold him.
They played with him patiently and taught him how to walk an eagle, but he was jealous of Prince Huai...
He cried for a long time, and suddenly a lotus fragrance came to his face.
Xiao Yunjie slowly raised his head.
A handkerchief embroidered with lotus leaves and lotus flowers was handed to him.
Aunt Eight also squatted in front of him and looked at him calmly.
"Aunt Eight... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be jealous of my brother." Xiao Yunjie said in a low voice.
Wen Jin put the handkerchief into his hand, "Maybe Yu'er is lucky now, but he hasn't always been so lucky.
"Before you met him, he lived in a remote courtyard. The courtyard door was closed, and he was guarded. He didn't give him food. He never even left the courtyard door."
Xiao Yunjie opened his mouth in surprise.
Xiao Yuchen's expression changed with surprise... Can't you get over this hurdle?
"That's... pretty miserable." Xiao Yunjie said.
"Yeah, maybe God saw that life was so miserable in the past, so now the hardships are over and the life is easier," Wen Jin said.
Xiao Yunjie nodded, "No wonder Yu'er's brother is so thin and doesn't even feed him?"
"I'll give it, too, but the food is sour and the steamed buns are cold and hard, so the dogs won't eat them," Wen Jin said.
"It's so pitiful... So my brother used to live like this!?
"Uncle Eighth, don't you care if others bully your brother like this? Are you busier than my father?"
Xiao Yunjie wiped away tears, raised his head, and looked at Xiao Yuchen in confusion.
Xiao Yuchen:......
"Are you still walking the eagle? Otherwise, we can come here today." Xiao Yuchen did not look at Wen Jin and turned his eyes elsewhere.
Xiao Yunjie stood up from the ground. He looked at the handkerchief, which was messed up by his own tears and runny nose, and felt a little embarrassed.
"Eighth Aunt, this veil will just...not be returned to you." The ten-year-old child was already blushing.
They were about to go back to the camp when they saw the emperor and the accompanying ministers and guards coming out of the forest from a distance and heading towards the camp in a mighty manner.
The hearty laughter of a group of people could be heard from a distance. It seemed that everyone had a good harvest today.
Xiao Yunjie glanced at Wen Jin again, clenched his fists and mustered up his courage.
"Eighth Aunt, I dare to tell the truth in front of the Imperial Grandfather!"
Xiao Yunjie's once evasive eyes looked so firm for the first time.
"I want to tell Grandfather the Emperor that it was my third uncle who encouraged me to find my younger brother to race horses!
"My brother never spooked my horse. He always saved me! If he hadn't held the reins, I would have fallen off!"
…
Xiao Yunjie ran to the emperor's tent.
Xiao Yu also ran out of the crowd and ran towards his parents.
"Dad, we saw a bear today! Grandpa Huang hunted a bear! Such a big, big bear!"
Wen Yu ran and gestured with his hands.
Xiao Yuchen also met him, stepped forward to pick him up, and spun him around in circles a few times.
"Yu'er is scared when she sees a bear?"
"Yu'er is not afraid! Yu'er wants to protect Grandpa Huang!" Wen Yu's voice was loud and clear.
The emperor glanced this way from a distance.
Smiling and surrounded by everyone, he entered the big tent.
Wen Jin was far away and waited until the emperor's figure disappeared before she stepped forward.
"Let's go back to the camp, Wen Yu's hand is injured."
Xiao Yuchen was slightly startled and immediately took his son's hand.
Wen Yu hurriedly hid behind his back, "No, it's just a little scratch."
He was not as strong as Xiao Yuchen, so he couldn't resist, so Xiao Yuchen took his hand and inspected him.
On the young hands, there were bloody wounds pulled out by the bowstring, and the skin was torn by sharp objects, probably his darts. The blood had dried and formed scabs.
Xiao Yuchen raised his eyes and looked at his son.
Wen Yu grinned at him heartlessly, "It doesn't hurt at all, really!"
These words sound a bit familiar...
Xiao Yuchen remembered what he had said to Wen Yu when he was carried back from the royal study room after being beaten.
The family of three returned to the camp.
Wen Jin took out the milky white ointment she had just used.
The ointment has a light herbal scent, which seems to be mixed with floral and fruity scents.
When Wen Jin applied medicine to Yu'er, the child pursed her lips and said nothing, and she didn't even cry out in pain.
Xiao Yuchen was feeling heartbroken when Ji Feng said from outside: "The emperor summons the prince to come over."
Xiao Yuchen immediately glanced at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin nodded at him.
"I'll come back as soon as I go." Xiao Yuchen stood up and went out.
As soon as Xiao Yuchen left, Wen Yu started to grimace and said, "Ah, it still hurts! Mom, please give me a breath! It won't hurt anymore."
Yu Xue was a cute ball rolling around Wen Jin.
He put his hand to Wen Jin's mouth.
A pair of big, watery eyes stared at Wen Jin without blinking, acting cute and miserable at the same time.
"Why didn't you say it hurt when the prince was here?" Wen Jin said with a smile, "I think the prince really wants to give you a 'huhu'."
Wen Yu looked at her seriously, "Men can't cry out for pain in front of men! I am a man taught by my grandma, how can I embarrass you in front of other men?"
Wen Jin couldn't laugh or cry. Where did he learn this nonsense? She was never taught this!
"Aunt..."
Wen Jin couldn't resist his gentle tone, so she lowered her head and blew on his hand.
The wound is not big, the medicine is special, and the deeper wounds have begun to heal.
The mother and son were discussing what would be delicious at the bonfire dinner tonight.
Xiao Yuchen came back from outside.
"Xiao Yunjie told his father clearly.
"Father called the prince and me over and reprimanded the third prince in front of us."
Xiao Yuchen stopped talking.
Wen Jin was still waiting for his next words, but saw that he was already playing with his son.
"No more?" Wen Jin was a little surprised.
"No more." Xiao Yuchen glanced at her and nodded.
"The third prince cried bitterly and said that it was true that he suggested Xiao Yunjie to race horses. But he did not bribe the groom.
"He said it was all a coincidence. He also said that if he knew there would be such a coincidence, he would never let Xiao Yunjie go horse racing.
"As for Yu'er being only five years old, why would he be allowed to race a horse..."
Xiao Yuchen sighed, looked at his son with a heavy gaze and said nothing.
"Why?" Wen Jin frowned and said nothing.
"He said that when I was five years old, I was already able to ride a horse. I even charged him with my horse and knocked him off the horse..."
After Xiao Yuchen finished speaking, he glanced at Wen Jin's face.
Wen Jin:......
It was obvious from his tone that he felt that he was too brash when he was a child and had harmed his son.
But looking at his subtle expression, there is an inexplicable pride in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows?
Is this a sense of pride that “a tiger’s father has no dog’s son”?
Wen Jin narrowed his eyes, "Father called you over and scolded him, do you mean to turn a big deal into a trivial matter?"
Xiao Yuchen nodded.
"Does he have to wait until someone is killed before he decides to deal with it?" Wen Jin said.
"Father is getting older, and his heart is much kinder than before." Xiao Yuchen whispered.
Wen Jin looked at his son with deep eyes.
She didn't care whether the emperor was really kind or not, she just wanted to protect her son and make those who plotted against her son pay the price.
The third prince once kidnapped her in an attempt to provoke a feud between the prince and Xiao Yuchen.
Now this plan obviously failed on her and started on the two children instead.
Plan against her, and she can pull it off.
She couldn't bear to plot against her son.
Wen Jin performed hundreds of ways in his mind to let the third prince leave this world.
"But there is a situation that my father will probably not tolerate." Xiao Yuchen said suddenly.
