After Yan Fuguang left, Lu Qing rarely went out. She had to keep an eye on her three children.
Brother Lan is almost five years old. Before Yan Fuguang left, he told him to help his mother take care of his brothers. He remembered it well.
After coming back from school and finishing his homework, he came to Lu Qing's house, held Brother Yu in front of him and started reading. Brother Jiu was roaming around, occasionally looking at him to make sure he was safe.
Brother Yu likes to hear people read to him. He stays next to his brother and listens with gusto.
Brother Jiu came over with a string of nine rings to attract Brother Yu, but Brother Yu was unmoved.
Well, no one will play with him!
Brother Jiu pursed his lips and reached out for Mandong to carry him off the couch. He ran towards the inner room to find his mother.
Lu Qing was doing embroidery work, and Jiu Geer squeezed over and lay on her lap. She was afraid that the needle would prick the child, so she stopped and asked someone to take the sewing basket farther away.
"What's wrong?" Lu Qing gently touched the little head on her knee.
Brother Jiu hummed twice, sat on Lu Qing's lap, hugged Lu Qing and asked, "Where is your father?"
Lu Qing hugged him and replied warmly: "Father has been away for a while for something, and will be back soon. Do you miss your father, Brother Ninth?"
I don't think much about it. Only occasionally when I'm extremely bored do I remember that he has such a father.
Especially when he and his brothers couldn't play together, it would be best if Yan Fuguang could accompany him to play fighting and horse riding games.
Brother Jiu put down the delicate wooden horse, which was only as big as a palm, and let out a long sigh.
Lu Qing realized what was going on and laughed at him: "Are you tired of listening to your brothers studying? What will you do when it's time for you to study?"
Brother Jiu blinked his eyes and asked Lu Qing sincerely: "Why don't you read it?"
Everything can be discussed, but not this one.
Lu Qing rejected him sternly: "Of course not. It makes sense to study. If you didn't study when you were young, you will regret it when you grow up."
Brother Ninth leaned his head heavily against Lu Qing's arms, silent and silent.
From this time on, Lu Qing was determined to slowly change Brother Jiu's resistance to reading.
She led by example. When Brother Lan and Brother Yu were studying, she also held a book and did nothing, sitting upright and reading together.
Brother Jiu gradually couldn't sit still anymore. He slowly moved to Lu Qing's side, sticking his head out from time to time, pointing to a certain word in Lu Qing's book and asking her how to read it.
Seeing that he didn't like it but still working hard, Lu Qing softened her heart.
She had an idea and drew with pen and paper, and wrote the corresponding words next to it. This way, it would be easier to deepen their impression when teaching Jiu Ge'er. There was no limit on how much they should learn every day or how much they could remember. Lu Qing would sincerely praise them. .
Over time, Brother Ninth learned a few words, from which he gained some sense of accomplishment. When his mother and brothers were reading, he also took the initiative to learn.
Although I will fall down and fall asleep while learning, I am actually making progress.
**
After marching for a month, Yan Fuguang led a small group of troops to reach northern Xinjiang.
Yan Qinghuai quickly reported the activities of several tribes outside the border to Yan Fuguang, and said by the way: "Third brother, you came at the right time. I just got the news that the Rijia tribe will send people to discuss the marriage with Dayan soon. "
Unable to bear it anymore, he spat: "How shameless! Do you think our Princess of Dayan is a cabbage?! You don't want to let my father continue to cede land to them!"
The Rijia tribe talks nice, but when the real danger comes, who believes that they will keep their promise to help Dayan? It would be weird not to take a bite of the meat in turn!
The news sent back by Xi Zuo who had infiltrated inside was so true that it made Yan Qinghuai so angry that his mouth was covered with blisters.
"I just captured two people from the Rijia tribe two days ago. They are so arrogant that I have them locked up and beaten every day to vent their anger!"
Yan Fuguang patted him on the shoulder: "Well done!" He walked out a few steps and asked, "He wasn't killed, was he?"
Yan Qinghuai didn't know why, so he followed in the footsteps of his third brother: "These people are really tough, they can't be beaten to death, but they can live well!"
"That's good."
Yan Fuguang comes in handy.
In the following days, Yan Fuguang was busy pretending to be a member of the Rijia tribe, leading his team back and forth outside the city to provoke other small tribes in the alliance.
Yan Qinghuai studied for a few days and also brought a team of people to participate. The alliance, which had no tacit understanding at all, succeeded in internal strife. The Rijia tribe's original plan to go to Dayan had to be shelved.
At the same time, Emperor Xihe who was far away in the capital clapped his hands and applauded.
"I knew it would be possible to help Guang!"
Yan Changfeng was overwhelmed by the memorials on the table. He simply agreed with Emperor Xi He and couldn't bear it anymore: "Father, didn't you deal with the memorials yesterday?"
He found that what was left on the table was what he had not finished yesterday.
After much deliberation, he was kind-hearted and found an excuse for Emperor Xihe: "Were you busy yesterday?"
What are you busy with? Emperor Xihe couldn't even tell.
He pretended to sigh deeply and said sincerely: "I don't know what's wrong. I feel very sad recently. I always think of the saddest things in my life, so I can't get motivated to do anything..."
Yan Changfeng chuckled. If he had another excuse, he might pretend to believe it, but what does it mean to feel uncomfortable?
He stated calmly: "Father, you have been like this since a long time ago."
Emperor Xihe said with a clear conscience: "Yes!"
Yan Changfeng: "..."
Well, he is not Yan Fuguang, and he does not have the ability to teach Emperor Xihe a lesson.
Yan Changfeng could only deal with the pile of memorials honestly. When night fell and everything in the palace was silent, he just moved his neck when he heard a strange choking cry.
Suddenly, he sat up straight and focused his eyes.
After careful identification, the sound came from next door.
It's Emperor Xihe.
Yan Changfeng looked anxious. He walked over quickly and saw Emperor Xihe crying on the table.
He asked the panicked little eunuch beside him in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
The eunuch knelt on the ground and shook his head. He didn't know why Emperor Xihe was like this.
However, this situation seems to be very common recently. Emperor Xihe sheds tears behind people's back more and more frequently. Especially at night, his emotions seem to be even more uncontrollable and he falls into sadness involuntarily. Several times, he has not fallen asleep until dawn. .
"Father?" Yan Changfeng gently pushed Xihe Emperor's hand.
Emperor Xihe's fat body trembled, and he was awakened: "What?"
His eyes were blank, but the tears at the end of his face were real.
This is obviously unusual, and Yan Changfeng looked solemn: "My son, did you ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look at you?"
Xihe Di was stunned for a moment, his face felt cold, he raised his hand and wiped it away, the palms of his hands were filled with tears.
"No need. I've been dreaming a lot lately. It's no use even if they read it. They even prescribed some tranquilizers and it didn't work even if I drank them."
Yan Changfeng asked: "When did you start dreaming?"
He suspected that this was not as simple as a dream, but unfortunately Xihedi squinted his eyes and recalled for a long time but couldn't remember anything.
