Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

Begonia Garden

"Bai Su, go get some water, my prince is about to get up." "Qing Huo, tell the kitchen to prepare in advance, in case the master and my prince need breakfast."...

Is that Aunt Jianqiu's voice outside? It sounds a bit crisp.

Honghui rubbed his eyes. It was time to get up!

Jianqiu's footsteps came closer and closer. When she entered the ear room, she said, "Brother, have you woken up? It's time."

Seeing that Prince Honghui had already sat up, Jianqiu was stunned for a moment, then hurried over to help him get dressed and wash.

Honghui didn't want her help. He thought it would be better to do such small things by himself. He slowly put on his coat, shoes and socks, and waited for Aunt Jianqiu to help him comb his hair.

He was still young, and he didn't need to shave his hair before he was six! Over the past few hundred years, Honghui had long been annoyed with that long braid, and while he was still young, he wanted to try out a few more hairstyles.

"My son greets his mother!"

Yixiu's eyes lit up. Honghui had two little buns on his head today, which made him look lively and lovable!

"Master, Prince Honghui is very sensible. I wanted to help him dress, but he didn't want me to help him. He also said that he wanted to be self-reliant and that he could do such a small thing by himself."

Jianqiu half joked and half flattered. According to her knowledge, didn't the young masters and young ladies of wealthy families have a large number of people following them to serve? But Prince Honghui was not spoiled at all and was very polite to a servant like her.

Yixiu disagreed a little. She was afraid that Honghui was too sensible. "Honghui, you are still young. Just let me help you with small things like dressing, so as not to tire yourself out."

Honghui didn't argue, and Xiaoxiao just evaded the question. If he wanted to make progress, his mother would not stop him.

Sure enough, Yixiu stopped talking and told Honghui a good news instead.

"really?"

Yixiu looked a little anxious, "It's true. Your father sent someone to inform you before he went to court today, saying that he would come to Haitang Garden for lunch, and he would test your homework in the afternoon to understand your progress. But you have been late for a month, and mother is afraid that you will be scolded again."

Honghui was not afraid at all, and even tried to comfort his mother, "I am not afraid, Father is doing this for my own good. Besides, I have already reviewed my lessons at Mama's palace, and I have memorized everything that you taught me before."

Yixiu also understood that she was worrying for nothing. Honghui had always been sensible, so how could he play around and not study?

While they were talking, breakfast was delivered from the small kitchen. There were seven or eight small plates filled with yellow rice and glutinous rice and a casserole of porridge on the round table in the front hall, which looked very appetite-stimulating.

To be honest, the small kitchen in the mansion can't even compare to the one in Concubine De's palace, but when it comes to quietness and intimacy, it's still more comfortable to use your own space.

Honghui was young and had a big appetite, so he was not picky. He would eat whatever his mother and Aunt Jianqiu gave him, as if he would accept nothing.

Strangely enough, since Honghui's illness got better, his appetite has been greatly improved, and his food intake has increased by half compared to before. However, with the imperial physician's guarantee, Yixiu could only think that she was making a fuss, after all, Honghui was injured and needed to replenish his vitality.

After breakfast, it was already late in the morning. Yixiu went to work with Jianqiu to make some summer clothes for Honghui. As for Honghui, he went to the study early to study.

Over hundreds of years, what he gained was experience rather than book knowledge. He had to learn Manchu, Mongolian, Chinese, the Four Books and Five Classics, horse riding, archery, poetry writing, calligraphy, etc. from scratch.

At the age of three, most children have just started to learn. No matter how smart Honghui was, Yixiu would not force him to learn. She only taught him "Three Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Names", as well as some simple Manchu and Chinese. She didn't have time to teach him Mongolian!

He sat upright, without even glancing at the book, and recited fluently. Whether it was the Three Character Classic or the Hundred Family Names, he could recite them backwards, and he could understand the meanings of them, so he was not afraid of his father checking his homework.

About an hour and a half later, Yixiu entered the study room and said, "Honghui, stop studying hard. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Come out and move around!"

Honghui had just recovered from a serious illness, and the imperial physician had specifically advised him not to overwork himself and to run more so that his body would be stronger.

Honghui left the study without any hesitation and started practicing the health-preserving boxing taught by the imperial physician in the courtyard.

Begonia Garden was particularly lively today. In the morning, when Ama sent someone to pass on the message, he had delivered a lot of housewarming gifts. After the princesses in the backyard got the news, they kept sending people over to deliver gifts, saying that they were congratulating Concubine on her new home.

People came one after another to give gifts, even people from the main courtyard came, which showed that Ama's thoughts were the principles for the backyard's actions.

Honghui waited eagerly, and finally at the end of the Si hour, his father appeared. If his father suddenly didn't come, he wouldn't mind, but he was afraid that his mother would be sad.

"Ama!" Honghui rushed over and hugged Ama's long legs.

Yinzhen tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth and pointed at Honghui as nonchalantly as possible, "What does it look like? Honghui, what are your rules?"

Honghui curled his lips secretly, "Father, you are so mean, you obviously like me doing this, but you are so harsh. I have seen so many people, how can I be fooled by you?"

He lowered his head and acted aggrieved, "Yes, Father, my son knows."

Yinzhen felt a little uncomfortable, so he quickly took his son's hand and led him inside.

"I'm here to see Lord Beile." "Mother, Father is here."

Yixiu's eyes became slightly moist. The family of three gathered together to talk. This was the scene she had always dreamed of.

Yinzhen seemed to be infected as well. He took Yixiu's hand with his free hand and led the mother and son into the front hall of Begonia Garden.

Honghui is a short man. He secretly glanced at his father and mother holding hands. Well, there is finally hope of breaking the ice. Let's keep trying.

Since my mother has decided to continue living with my father, he has to reconcile their relationship, at least to make my mother valued in my father's heart.

In the front hall of Haitang Garden, Yinzhen was the first to speak: "Yixiu, are you used to living in Haitang Garden?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I am used to living here, but I always go with the flow. It doesn't matter where I live."

Mother doesn't dare to take the initiative, but it doesn't matter, Honghui is here!

"Father, you are lying. You were so happy yesterday and even had a wonderful dream last night. I heard from Aunt Jianqiu that you laughed out loud when you fell asleep."

“Really? Your mother...hahaha..." Yinzhen laughed politely.

Yixiu's cheeks suddenly turned red, her eyes flickered, she didn't dare to look at the Fourth Master again, and turned around to glare at her son.

Honghui has always been sensible, so why would she betray her mother today?

However, when she saw the look in the Fourth Master's eyes, her heart was stirred. Three years ago, the Fourth Master had looked at her in the same way!