Cute and soft group pet the little emperor [Qing wear]

In the afternoon, Zhao Zhao became less presumptuous, because he realized that he was not Ama's opponent, and would be completely crushed in terms of force value.

She slept with Er Niang and Ama for another night, and on the morning of the third day, Zhao Zhao accompanied Huang Mafa back to the palace.

Before leaving, Zhaozhao opened the curtain and said to his Ama, "Ama! Remember the promise you made with Zhaozhao~"

"Remember!"

Ulanara looked at her husband with some surprise.

"When did the lord make an agreement with Zhaozhao? Did he even hide it from his concubine?"

"This is a matter between us men. Naturally, I can't tell you, but don't worry, it's not a bad thing. This king has a sense of propriety and won't do anything reckless."

Ulanara smiled. Every time Zhaozhao left her, Ulanara felt an indescribable feeling. Is such a lively and intelligent Zhaozhao really his own child?Will he disappear suddenly one day?

The festive atmosphere of the shops along the way back to the palace is already very strong, there are lights and festoons everywhere, and everyone's face is also beaming.

Zhao Zhao suddenly realized that it was time for him to prepare a birthday gift for Huang Mafa, and he couldn't go back to only Huang Mafa preparing a birthday gift for him.

But what to prepare for?

Zhaozhao had seen other people's birthday presents for Huang Mafa, and he seemed unable to achieve the same standard, and he was running out of time.

It would be great if someone could remind himself in advance, Zhao Zhao sighed.

"Why are you still sighing? Can't bear to part with your mother-in-law and your Ama?"

Zhao Zhao shook his head.

"No, Huang Mafa, why does everyone know your birthday?"

Kangxi smiled and explained: "Because my Longevity Day is a day to celebrate with my subjects, just like New Year's Eve and Mid-Autumn Festival, it is a big day, so everyone remembers it."

"Huang Mafa, can Zhao Zhao go to Uncle later?"

"Of course it's ok. After returning to the palace, I have to be busy with some things, so you can go to your mama's palace to have dinner, and remember to come back to bed at night." If you get busy, it is very likely that you will not be able to eat dinner on time Oh, this little guy can't go hungry, and I can't bear to let him go hungry.

"I know~"

Zhao Zhao is used to it. Whenever there is an important matter to summon the ministers, Huang Mafa will stay in the study for several hours in a row, and has no time to care about himself. At such times, Zhao Zhao will go to Mamo's. An unspoken unspoken rule between them.

"Greetings to the little grandson!"

The guards of Xian'an Palace laughed when they saw Zhaozhao. This little grandson is lively and easy to get along with. Thanks to him, those guarding the forbidden palace were even rewarded by their masters. Knowing that guarding the Forbidden Palace was not a good job for them.

"Long time no see, you all get up."

After Zhaozhao finished speaking, she leaned on the threshold very skillfully and shouted inside: "Uncle~ Zhaozhao is back! Hug~"

As soon as Yinreng lying inside heard his voice, the corners of his mouth raised a little, and he sat up quickly, and he said to himself: "He came back so soon? I thought this little guy wouldn't come today."

Although he had some distaste on his lips, he got up very quickly.

When he was about to reach the door, he deliberately slowed down his speed to make it look like he was walking slowly.

"I thought I could live another day in peace, why are you here again?"

"Uncle! You told me yourself that you must persevere in reading and persist every day. Zhao Zhao will be back at noon today, and of course he will continue to come in the afternoon!"

After speaking, he stretched out his two little arms.

Yinfeng looked at him with disgust, leaned over and hugged him in.

"Let's go then."

Zhao Zhao took his hand, walked in, and asked, "Uncle, Zhao Zhao has something to ask you."

"Say."

"Huang Mafa and Zhao Zhao's birthdays are on the same day, so I took Zhao Zhao to the Old Summer Palace, asked Ama and Er Niang to accompany Zhao Zhao's birthday ahead of schedule, and gave Zhao Zhao a very precious birthday gift, but tomorrow will be Huang Ma. It's the Longevity Day of the law,

Zhao Zhao...Zhao Zhao didn't prepare a birthday gift for Huang Mafa. Uncle can help Zhao Zhao think about it. Is there anything Zhao Zhao can give to Huang Mafa as a birthday gift tomorrow? "

Yinfeng touched the little guy's head.

"Longevity Day, your little guy's birthday is actually on the same day as the old man's. No wonder, you're only two years old. You just need to say a few auspicious words. What more birthday gift do you want to give?"

"But... But Huang Mafa is so kind to Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao also wants to give Huang Mafa a birthday present."

Yinfeng tried hard to recall whether he had such a consciousness when he was Zhaozhao's age, but the time was too long, he really couldn't remember it, probably he didn't, because no one would say these things to his two-year-old self , just like Zhaozhao today.

But Zhaozhao could think of giving the old man a birthday gift. Compared with Zhaozhao, he seemed to be less filial.

"Okay, I'll just help you, how about this, I won't continue learning new lessons today, I'll teach you how to make a birthday gift, how about it?"

"Okay~ Uncle is really a kind person who is helpful and kind-hearted~"

"That's right, I also know how to use two idioms, it's not in vain to teach you for so long." The corners of Yinfeng's mouth rose even more.

I have to say that the men in Aixinjueluo's family all have a common preference, that is, they like to hear others praise themselves.

After walking into the study, Yinfeng pointed to the place where the little guy used to sit and said to him: "Go and sit."

"Uncle, haven't you said what kind of birthday gift you want to teach Zhaozhao to make?" Zhaozhao kicked his two calves back and forth, tilted his little head and looked at his second uncle suspiciously.

"Teach you how to write." Yinfeng took out a nanmu box from the drawer of the cabinet at the back. Inside was a piece of emblem ink offered by his servants when he was a prince, and his favorite pines and cypresses were carved on it.

"Master, this is your treasure! It's really not necessary to use such top-quality ink to teach the little grandson to learn calligraphy!" The eunuch serving beside Yinfeng felt sorry for the master.

"Talk out." Yinfeng reprimanded lightly.

"Uncle, is this ink very precious?" Zhao Zhao had seen many similar ink sticks in Huang Mafa's study, but he just couldn't tell the good from the bad.

"Things are made to be used by others. Since you want to make a birthday gift for the old man, you should naturally choose the best ink and paper. Otherwise, how can you express your heart?"

Of course, using inferior things may be ridiculed and used by others. Yinfeng didn't tell the little guy that he was too young to touch the darkness of people's hearts.

"So it is like this! Uncle's words are so reasonable!" Zhao Zhao suddenly realized.

"You still have something to learn."

Zhaozhao is still young, his phalanges are not fully developed compared to adults, and he lacks strength when holding a pen, so Yinfeng plans to teach him to draw instead of write.

"Zhao Zhao, look, I've drawn the outline for you on this rice paper in advance, you fill in the outline, don't leave a blank space, do you understand?"

"Zhao Zhao understands~" This sounds so simple~ Of course Zhao Zhao will!

Seeing his ignorant and fearless expression, Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and chuckled lightly.

After sitting in the seat of the crown prince for so many years, Yinfeng is undoubtedly excellent. His handwriting is elegant and handsome, implying a strong character, and he is in a school of his own.

In the past ten years of being confined, practicing calligraphy was his only pleasure other than playing with birds, so when he wrote, he didn't stagnate at all, but smooth and smooth, with one stroke to the end.

"Okay, it's your turn."

I found the smallest pen for the little guy and handed it to him.

Zhao Zhao took it with a smile, dipped it on the inkstone in a decent manner, and imitated his habit of Huang Mafa, scraping off the excess ink from the edge of the inkstone.

"It's interesting." Yinfeng said with a smile.

Zhaozhao only thought that he was praising himself, and his little tail was almost up to the sky.

"Look, Uncle! Zhao Zhao is amazing~"

After Zhaozhao finished boasting, he took the brush and drew on the blank space.

"Huh?" It's just that it's not the same as Zhaozhao's imagined picture, the ink marks are all outside the outline.

"Why is Zhaozhao's brush disobedient?" Zhaozhao wrinkled her face, puzzled.

Then his eyes turned around and turned to his second uncle's hand.

"Uncle~"

"Why?" Yinfeng, who was still drawing the outline for the little guy, didn't lift his eyelids.

"Zhao Zhao thinks that the brush in your hand seems very obedient~" Zhao Zhao said with a sweet smile.

"You want to change with me?" Yinfeng finally looked up at him.

"If possible~"

"Are you sure?" Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"Sure!"

Yinfeng didn't say anything else, but with a look of watching the show, he handed the pen in his hand to this little guy who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

Yinreng's pen is much thicker and longer than the one given to Zhaozhao just now, which means that Zhaozhao struggled to hold it, and later he just held the pen.

As a result, I used too much force, and the brush directly punctured the paper.

Zhao Zhao opened his mouth slightly, looked at the brush in his hand, and at the paper with a hole in it.

"Hey!" Yinfeng laughed.

Zhao Zhao hurriedly used his two small arms to block the torn rice paper in front of him, which seemed to be trying to cover up.

"Uncle didn't see anything~"

"Do you want to continue using my pen?" Yinfeng asked him with a half-smile, raising the corners of his lips.

Holding the brush in both hands, Zhao Zhao raised it above his head, and said obediently: "No! Zhao Zhao thinks the first one is more obedient, so I'll return this brush to Uncle!"

Yinfeng took back the pen he used just now from his hand, without saying anything, continued to outline the little guy in front of him.

"Be serious. The rice paper and ink you use are the best from my place. They are not much in the first place, and they will be gone when they are used up. But they can't stand your consumption. Don't draw them before the birthday gift. It's gone."

"Zhao Zhao knows~"

The guilty Zhaozhao didn't dare to act recklessly anymore, lying on the table, lightly scribbling one stroke at a time, and when there were too many ink stains, he would nervously blow air on the paper, for fear that the ink would soak the paper, Broken again.

I drew several pictures in a row, but this one finally did not draw out the outline.

"Uncle! Look quickly! Zhao Zhao has succeeded~"

Yinfeng just wanted to speak to stop him, but he didn't have time to say it.

I saw Zhao Zhao dancing excitedly, holding the brush in his hand and shaking it, leaving ink dots all over his face and body.