My Ferocious Tigress Wife-Chapter 873 - -Cutting Chives
Chapter 873: Chapter 873-Cutting Chives
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When Xie Yan entered the room with the Buddhist scriptures that he had copied for half a month, Xie Xian had already listened to the maid’s report and quickly straightened his back, maintaining a sitting distance of an arm’s width from Xiao Baoxin.
Only his slightly messy hair betrayed him.
Xie Yan pretended not to see it, he was already used to his father and mother being lovey-dovey.
To be able to avoid him so much, it was obvious that it was not as simple as holding hands just now. However, as his son, it was not his place to interfere.
If the secrets he saw in the backyard after his rebirth only made him afraid of marriage and not completely afraid of women, there was only one reason. It was probably the marriage of his biological father and mother.
Other than the daily people, it was… It’s too much.
He could see the darkness, but he could also see the sunlight.
I killed him with a stick.
“Father, please guide me.” Xie Yan handed over the Buddhist scripture in his hands.
“Call, call…” Grandma’s voice was followed by a chubby hand that handed over Xie Qi’s scribbled talisman. Xie Xian could not see what was written on it either. In any case, it was full of lines.
“Ah Qi is great.” Xie Xian praised her as usual.” In the future, I will also practice my calligraphy well with you.”
“Yes, Father.” Xie Qi had learned all this from Xie Yan, so she had a bit of a stance.
Without Xie Xian taking any action, Xie Yan first patted Xie Qi’s head and proudly praised,”Ah Qi is awesome.”
Xie Qi laughed so hard that her teeth could not be seen.”
Xie Xian looked at Xie Yan’s handwriting seriously.” There’s still a lot of room for improvement. Continue to work hard.”
“There’s no need to hide it. It’s best to write about you.”He added.
Xie Yan really wanted to cry. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the heart to hide his true colors before, but he always felt that it wasn’t a good thing for a child who wasn’t even three years old to be too outstanding in all aspects. Although it was just a window paper, it had not been exposed after all. There was still some basic respect.
However, after he was told that there was a lot of room for improvement, he knew that his father disliked his handwriting.
But now, he had written it with his heart and brought out his best standards.
In his previous life, he wasn’t an all-rounder in both literature and martial arts. His calligraphy was just ordinary and presentable. He was still young and didn’t have much strength when holding a brush. In his previous life, he was still in the prime of his life and had a strong hand. If his writing wasn’t good, at least he could praise him for his style. Right now, his small body did not have that much energy—at most, he had 50 – 60% of his previous life’s power, which was barely enough to reach the level of his biological father.
“This is already the best I can write.”Xie Yan didn’t want to be hurt a second time, so he still told the truth.
Xie Xian raised his eyebrows and choked for a long time.
Finally, he frowned.
“In the future, you must strengthen your martial arts practice and spend an extra 15 minutes to write every day.”
While Xie Xian was teaching Xie Yan, Xie Qi had already squeezed into Xiao Baoxin’s arms. He was not like Xie Yan who had an old soul in his body and a face full of flesh that could not be wiped off. He was still very close to his mother, even though his mother loved to yell at him the most and was also the closest to her.
“Mother, mother…” She cupped Xiao Baoxin’s face and kissed him.
Xiao Baoxin glanced at Xie Xian. He had learned this from his father.
Xie Xian was the same. He was not as careful with Xie Qi as he was with Xie Yan. When he was with her, he did not avoid his son. He claimed that this was an education of love, so that his son would know what a harmonious and loving family was.
Xiao Baoxin,”@%#..￥×.”
“Alright, go play.” Xie Xian had chased his two sons away. Their biological father’s fragile little heart had yet to be completely comforted, so they could just go somewhere cool.
Sighing, she was about to pull Xiao Baoxin to tell him her true feelings when she heard a loud cry coming from the cubicle.
The twin daughters woke up.
Xiao Baoxin patted his head and went to comfort his two daughters.
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Xie Xian’s worries were quickly stopped. Emperor Yong Ping did not do it willingly.
The Empress Dowager suddenly passed away.
Without any warning, after eating and drinking tea, she suddenly fell to the ground. By the time the palace maids and nannies came forward, she was already dead.
The Empress Dowager was dead. Although the funeral ceremony did not need to be arranged by the Emperor, he still needed to observe filial piety.
It was true that he was the emperor, but he did not have to be like the commoners who had to wait for a year or a month. He had to do what he should do by replacing the moon with the sky.
The matters in the palace immediately tied Emperor Yong Ping up.
The eldest princess of Xuancheng entered the palace as soon as she received the news. Her younger brother had always been raised by the Empress Dowager, and she had always been grateful for the Empress Dowager’s safety.
“Why did he suddenly disappear?” The Eldest Princess of Xuancheng said straightforwardly,”Don’t tell me it’s the harem or the aristocratic families that are attacking Imperial Grandmother again?””
The Eldest Princess of Xuancheng had simply blurted it out without thinking.
It was obvious that the Empress Dowager’s struggles in the harem would not be of much use. She was not someone who was greedy for power and loved to fight. She was happy to enjoy the filial piety given by the Emperor. She did not have enough time to enjoy her life. She had always listened to whoever was the Emperor. She doted on whoever the Emperor doted on. She was the most flexible person.
When did everything start to change?
The Pan family sent Consort Xian into the palace? Consort Xian gave birth to a son,
It was also when Empress Xiao’s biological son, the Di son of the Middle Palace, died…
Emperor Yong Ping’s heart skipped a beat.
“What about Little Seventeen? He’s only six years old.””Should I ask Imperial Sister-in-law to help look after it?” asked the Eldest Princess of Xuancheng.”
It was said that an elder sister-in-law was like a mother. It was quite awkward to say that Little Seventeen was not old or young.
Emperor Yong Ping was dressed in mourning clothes and had a wooden expression on his face.”You’re already six years old. You can leave the Gong Mansion. At his age…”
” Imperial Brother,” the Eldest Princess of Xuancheng said before the Emperor,””Can you not let Little Seventeen leave Jiankang first? He’s still young and isn’t raised by our parents since we were young. At least wait for him to grow up…”
She could more or less see that her Imperial Brother was now very magnanimous and would probably not tolerate the Imperial Clan King.
Little Seventeen was also the Emperor’s younger brother, so he was probably even more apprehensive.
That was why the eldest princess of Xuancheng said something.
Emperor Yong Ping glanced at the Eldest Princess of Xuancheng.””You and Seventeen are the siblings of the Emperor. Do you think that I am guarding against Seventeen? Even if the world was peaceful, I would still want to stay for seventeen more years. You don’t have to worry too much.”
The eastern suburbs had always been the residence of the royal family’s descendants. In recent years, Emperor Yu Heng and Emperor Yong Ping had killed all of them, and the chives had been harvested one after another. However, there was an empty palace that could be moved in as long as it was cleaned up.
During the mourning period for the Empress Dowager, the Prince of Yuzhang was sent out of the residence. Naturally, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel formed a team for the Prince of Yuzhang. The selection of candidates was carefully arranged by Emperor Yongping.
Empress Xiao only found out about it when Duo Fu led the King of Yuzhang out of the palace to bid her farewell.
It was necessary to mention the way the Empress Dowager raised her child. She gave her the best she could, food and clothing. The King of Yuzhang was dressed in mourning clothes. His face was white and tender, like a boiled egg that had been peeled off. Even though he was only six years old, his body was already wide, like a ten-year-old child.
He was fair and fat, and he had the look of King Huaiyang.
