All the members are in love with the group, and the cub is causing trouble in the Tang Dynasty.

Yuan Yuanzai'er wiped her tears with her little hands, feeling aggrieved and was carried into the carriage leaving the palace by King Zhao.

The auspicious nicknames she specially asked for for the prince and the king of Han were not adopted, and she even got a slap on the butt.

This is simply the biggest tragedy since the founding of the Tang Dynasty.

But it didn't stop her from falling asleep not long after getting in the car. Before she fell asleep, she screamed fiercely: "I want to cut my sleeves with Uncle Erlang..."

King Zhao touched her head comfortingly.

So many things happened intermittently that night, and I didn't get a full night's sleep. Everyone was very tired.

The Yuan family didn't sleep for the rest of the night, and it was already late to go home. Yuan Yuan's gifts and food were delivered in three carts in batches, so the adults simply put away the items together.

After Yuan Yuan got home and put her on her little bed, everyone went to rest together.

During the Shangyuan Festival, except for the chief officials of the yamen who take turns to be on duty, other officials take a three-day hiatus.

However, several academies could only take half a day off due to upcoming competitions. Yuan Fang and the others took a brief rest and then went to the academy.

Yuan Yuan still has one day off, so he is learning to earn energy points in the system.

During my break from studying, I couldn't help but sigh: "Dad is really the luckiest dad in the universe to have such a good baby like Yuanyuan who loves to learn."

She covered her chubby face with her two little hands, her eyes filled with intoxication.

But Uncle He Fan, who was free enough to spy on the little kid, laughed to death. No wonder everyone loved him.

In the Tang Dynasty, where character, integrity, and self-cultivation were engraved in the bones, men and women, adults and children, all had principles and bottom lines for how to behave. Adults should be self-restrained and children should be trained. Everyone has their own family and social responsibilities.

A little thing that doesn't grow according to the rules just falls from the sky. It's carefree and has no scheming. How can you not like it?

Uncle He Hao pulled her with his mental strength, and the intoxicated little dumpling rolled to the ground with a "Hey!"

Then there was a burst of unscrupulous laughter.

Yuan Yuan got up. Although she couldn't feel any pain in her system, she still covered her eyes and pretended to cry: "Oh, daddy..."

Soon, He Fan felt a sharp mental force attacking him and fled in all directions.

Yuan Yuan prepaid the energy and clicked on the video to watch. A young general in military uniform was running on the grassland covered with thick snow in the north, looking embarrassed and funny.

She kicked her legs happily: "Daddy, daddy is so awesome!!!"

***

In the afternoon, Yuan Erlang was studying his niece's pony carriage in the courtyard, while Yuan Yuan was shaking his head in the courtyard and reciting "The Thousand-Character Essay" loudly.

Yuan Qing was sitting at the stone table in the front yard shaking her legs. Her riding and archery master was also on vacation these days, so she was a little idle.

One moment he held his chin and listened to the little old girl's endorsement, and the next moment he handed Yuan Erlang something.

She felt that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated. The second uncle Yuan and the little sister had been tinkering for a day before and came up with the idea of ​​adding gears to the carriage.

At this moment Yuan Erlang is making gears by himself.

She glanced at the little kid with a serious expression on his back, thinking that the time travel master must have introduced a lot of knowledge points to the little old girl just like he introduced cooking skills to her.

This makes her, a modern person, useless.

But at most she has some modern knowledge and can describe the appearance and function, but she doesn't know anything about the actual development and production.

Yuan Qing gave the little girl an "I understand you" look, and Yuan Yuan blinked and ran over.

“Sister, sister, can I eat the fruit peel!!!”

But anxious.

Yuan Qing touched her little head: "It still needs to be baked for a while."

In the cooking classics in her mind, the legend of candied haws on a stick began in the Southern Song Dynasty, but she had seen candied haws on the street in the Tang Dynasty.

It's just that instead of being strung on a stick like later, the hawthorn fruits are rolled in brown sugar syrup, stuck together two by two, dried and then wrapped in oil paper bags.

It looks small and cute, but the taste is not very good. When you have time later, you can study the modern version of the old Beijing candied haws for your children at home.

But at least she knew there were hawthorns, so she asked the adults to buy some hawthorn peels.

The preparation of fruit peel is very simple. Remove the hawthorn core and make a pulp, then put it in the oven, bake it until it is tough, take it out and cut it into thin slices, and finally roll it into a roll and tie it.

There is no child who doesn’t like to eat.

Yuan Yuan trusted her sister who could cook a lot of delicious food, so she went to the corridor to endorse her with little hands on her back.

Yuan Erlang glanced at her from time to time and felt that his niece really memorized it too fast. No wonder His Majesty made an exception and allowed her to study in Hongwen Hall.

***

Taiji Palace, Liuyun Palace.

When Li Yuanjing came back from the martial arts field, he heard from the chamberlain that Princess Changle was here.

Although he has not yet left the palace to build a mansion, he has not had much contact with the princesses of the emperor's brother. This is also the first time that a female family member from the harem has come to him.

When I walked to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I saw Yi Shui's son and daughter guarding the pavilion. King Zhao frowned.

Princess Changle walked out of the pavilion and gave Li Yuanjing a junior salute: "Uncle Six, I am here to apologize for what happened last time."

In the morning, Li Ke and Li Tai went to Changle Hall together, where they talked about everything and apologized to her. The queen also talked to her a lot.

Princess Changle felt that she owed Uncle Six a sincere apology.

"Last time I spoke unscrupulously. I don't know why I was filled with evil thoughts and said those words."

King Zhao's previous impression of Princess Changle was that she was innocent, kind, lively and intelligent. Because she was born to the Queen, she was deeply loved by His Majesty.

He said calmly: "I don't take it to heart."

Thinking that he is also an elder, he added: "You are still young and have little experience. Many of your ideas and cognitions are accumulated through other people's words. Regardless of whether those words are right or wrong, other people's judgments and opinions are based on other people's opinions. It comes from experience.”

"No one can grow up for you. Do you want to live in other people's experiences, or do you want to experience things yourself and make your own judgments?"

Changle didn't expect to hear such words. There was something moving in her young heart, but she didn't understand it clearly, and a trace of confusion appeared on her face.

King Zhao sighed: "It is true that women are not as convenient as men, but you are a princess. The little ladies in the folk want to survive and make a future for themselves, but you don't have to. Why don't you live a more wanton life?"

"Do you know Princess Pingyang Zhao? Your third aunt led the women's army to achieve great achievements, and was buried with military rites as a woman. She lived and died in glory."

"In ancient times, there was a good woman who fought on the battlefield for the Shang king, Ban Zhao compiled the "Book of Han" for his brother, and Mrs. Xian led eight states to return to the Sui Dynasty and unified Lingnan."

"I'm not asking you to achieve amazing things like those people. I just want to tell you that the world is big and there are many things you can do."

"Should I memorize the "Female Commandments" every day like other young ladies, or should I write the "Female Commandments" with erudition and talent like Ban Zhao and set a code of conduct for future generations of women. Should I be the one who makes the rules, or should I passively accept them? The rules, the choice is yours.”

"A woman's time in the boudoir is only a dozen years. If you are willing to climb high, you can see far away. If you always stick to the chaos within the palace walls, you can only see the right and wrong in front of you."