In the Changchun Palace, Wenmei was sitting on a brocade tree in the bright room, holding a ball of silk thread in her hand, and was tying a knot.
When she saw Yu Fuyi and his entourage coming in, she hurriedly stood up and saluted, and headed towards the west study room.
Try hard Nuzui: "It's so easy to take a shower.
I should have a good rest, but the third prince got up early in the morning to memorize books and practice calligraphy.
The slave tried to persuade him a few words, but he got angry with the slave and refused to allow the slave to serve him."
"Serving a child is much more difficult than serving me.
It's really difficult for you."
Yu Fuyi smiled and patted Wenmei on the shoulder.
She went to the East Room to change her clothes, then walked to the West Room waving her fan, and saw Sima Yan held the brush and wrote big characters, and the fine rice paper was painted like ghostly symbols.
He couldn't help but joked: "If my son becomes a Taoist priest, he will definitely achieve enlightenment."
Sima Yan stood up and saluted Yu Fuyi.
His little face wrinkled up.
He thought about it for a long time before he understood what she meant.
He suddenly became as black as the bottom of a pot.
He grabbed the brush and said fiercely: "My son has just become enlightened.
Naturally, he can't write well.
Wait."
After practicing for three to five years, it will definitely not happen again.”
"You are only five years old, and you can't even hold a pen firmly.
Just learn how to calligraphy.
As for practicing well, it won't be too late to practice again in three to five years.
Now it's time to have fun."
Yu Fuyi stepped forward and took it from his hand.
He held his little hand and said enthusiastically: "Let's go, my concubine will take you to play Cuju."
Sima Yan pulled his hand back and reprimanded disapprovingly: "Concubine, please stop fooling around.
Last time I took my son to the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers.
As a result, I was hit by the sun and almost lost my life."
"Although it's not as hot as before, it's not autumn yet.
How could you be so dizzy from the sun?
You'd better stay in the palace, drink watermelon juice, and do needlework."
"You are so brave, I actually taught your mother a lesson."
Yu Fuyi pinched his face as tender and smooth as a peeled egg, and said, "It's just that I'm not in good health, so I have to move more.
Activities.”
"Then, mother-in-law, you can go do some activities by yourself.
My son still needs to practice calligraphy."
Taking advantage of Yu Fuyi's inattention, he quickly freed his hand, climbed up to the Taishi chair in front of the desk with difficulty, and reached out to grab the brush. , Yu Fu Yi Yan snatched it over with quick eyes and hands, and said angrily, "Could it be that the son was adopted by the mother-in-law from a concubine who died in childbirth?
Otherwise, how can she not see her son well, and stop her son from making progress several times?"
Yu Fuyi raised her eyebrows and glared and cursed: "What are you talking about, naughty kid?
Because she is your mother, I don't want you to suffer.
I just want you to live a relaxed and comfortable life.
If you were not my biological child, I would whip you every day."
Even if you want to be lazy and take a break, you can’t do it.”
"Then the mother-in-law should treat her son as an adopted child.
I don't ask you to use a whip to whip your son to advance.
I just ask you not to stop your son."
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Sima Yan snorted and took another slightly thinner one from the pen holder.
He took out some brushes and dipped in ink from the inkstone while gritting his teeth and said: "I've already been embarrassed once.
I can't do it if I can't answer the questions when my father takes the school exam next time."
"It doesn't matter if you can't answer the answer.
Your father was still naughty and mischievous when he was twelve or thirteen years old.
After he became the prince at the age of fourteen or fifteen, your grandfather would hit him with a stick and whip every day.
It was only after he ascended the throne that he became a prince.
The emperor also made some troubles from time to time and followed If you compare with him, you are not a little stronger.
He will not beat or punish you."
Yu Fuyi complained to Sima Rui contemptuously, and then patted her chest boldly: "Don't worry, even if he really dares to beat and punish you.
You, and your mother and concubine are here, and I will make the decision for you."
Sima Yan shook his head and said with a serious face: "The son is not afraid of being beaten, scolded and punished by his father, but he just doesn't want to lose to the second emperor brother again.
Otherwise, not only will the son be shameless, but the mother and concubine will also find it difficult to hold their head high in front of Concubine An Shu."
"Don't worry, your mother-in-law is very thick-skinned.
Even if you are not as good as Sima Jue, I can still hold my head high in front of Concubine An Shu."
Seeing that the ink in the brush in my hand was dripping, it was too tiring to stain the carpet.
The people below were fussing about it, so she quickly put it back on the inkstone, raised her head and gave Sima Yan a chestnut on the forehead, and said angrily: "Sima Jue is a premature baby, he should have He was well nursed back to health, but Concubine An Shu was too strong.
She kept him in the room all day long to read and read.
He was full of worries at a young age and could not live a good life easily.
If this continues, it is true that he will not live a long life.
You are truly a stepmother.
You are so blessed that you don’t know how to be blessed.
If I can give you to her later, you won’t have to complain about me preventing you from making progress.”
"My concubine doesn't want a son, how can you bear it?"
Sima Yan put down his writing brush, jumped down from the imperial chair, threw himself into Yu Fuyi's arms, hugged her legs and rubbed her, then reluctantly gave way: "My son will accompany you to play Cuju for half an hour.
Okay, just half an hour, no more.
After playing, my son will come back to study.
Then you are not allowed to be verbose. " I'll kidnap you out first.
As for how long you can play, it won't be up to you once you get out.
Yu Fuyi narrowed her eyes, nodded kindly and said, "Okay."
There were no concubines staying in the main hall and the east and west auxiliary halls of the Changchun Palace for the time being.
Yu Fuyi asked someone to lock the main hall door, and a fishing net was placed at the entrance of the east and west auxiliary halls to serve as goals.
Sima Yan, Song Tongqian, the eunuch in charge of the Xiefang Palace, and his companion Wang Fuer, Yu Fuyi led Li Yuanbao and Guyu's team and started playing enthusiastically.
Playing with the mistress and mistress, one palace maid and three eunuchs didn't dare to fight, they were just pretending.
Although Sima Yan fought hard, he was no match for Yu Fuyi's height, weight and experience in the previous life.
It didn't take long for the goal to be missed one after another.
After hitting the ball, he was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.
However, Yu Fuyi found some of the long-lost feeling of being all-powerful.
She kicked harder and harder, scoring five or six goals in a row, which made Sima Yan's eyes red with anger.
He sat down on the ground without any strength and said: "Mother and concubine bully others.
I don’t know how to let others do it.
Don’t expect me to play with you again.”
Yu Fuyi put the ball on her feet and bounced it a few times, then laughed loudly and said: "Get up, come again, aren't you clamoring to make progress?
You can't achieve great results by giving up so easily."
Sima Rui stood on the threshold of the hall and blinked hard, unable to believe what he saw.
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Yu Fuyi, who has always been rigid and dogmatic in smiling, showing no teeth, and walking without showing off her feet, actually wore a green kerchief and a bundt, her exposed embroidered shoes were flying up and down, tossing the Cuju ball around, while the third son Sima, who was as serious as a little old man, was Yan actually sat on the ground, kicked his legs and wiped his tears like a spoiled child.
God, he just slept in, what happened?
Sima Rui was shocked in his heart, but pretended to be alright on his face.
He walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back and asked with a smile: "My dear concubine, Yan'er, what are you playing?
It's so lively."
Sima Yan's hand blocking his eyes froze, and he quickly got up from the ground, bowing and saying: "Greetings to my father.
When I go back to my father, my mother and concubine are weak and need to move more.
It just so happens that my son is taking a rest today.
It's getting colder now, so I came over to play Cuju with my concubine.
It's a pity that I'm not very skilled at it, and I can't even play with my concubine, a weak girl."
"If you lose, you lose.
What's there to cry about?
You're still young.
When I was your age, I was still playing with mud in the imperial garden.
How could I know anything about Cuju?"
Sima Rui rubbed Sima Yan comfortingly.
With his head raised, he raised his hand to unbutton his robe, and said with a smile: "Come, follow my father, and my father will help you win it back."
Sima Yan obediently stood behind Sima Rui, winked at Yu Fuyi, stuck out his tongue and made a face.
Although Yu Fuyi was happy that her son finally looked like a five-year-old child, she did not have a good impression of Sima Rui, an uninvited guest.
She raised her foot, threw the ball away, raised her hand to catch it, and said with a low eyebrow: "How dare I, my concubine?
Playing with the emperor, if the emperor is injured, I will definitely be responsible for my death. " "Don't worry, with your small body, I can only hurt you.
There is no way you can hurt me."
Sima Rui waved his hand indifferently and threw the robe he took off on Zhao Youfu.
Pointing at Song Tongqian, he said: "There are more people than they have over there.
You go down and I will take their two little kids to kick them."
"I obey the order."
Song Tongqian knelt down and kowtowed, then got up and ran to the side.
Sima Rui rolled up his sleeves and raised his chin towards Yu Fuyi shamelessly: "Come on."
Yu Fuyi pursed her lips, raised her hand, swung the ball, and kicked it out.
The ball spun and went straight to Sima Rui's door.
If she were in her previous life, she would have looked like a woman who stayed at the Sanda club as a coach all year round.
With his stature, this kick can knock him away with the ball.
After going out for more than ten meters, the delicate body of this lady was a little weak.
She stopped before she could fly in front of her.
She had to run over quickly, avoid Sima Rui's several interferences, add a kick, and hit the ground.
It was kicked into the fishing net.
Sima Rui has been a tyrant in the capital since he was a child.
He is good at fighting with chickens and dogs.
Naturally, he also plays Cuju, which is popular in the upper class.
He also knows boxing and kicking skills.
If he kicks seriously, he cannot be underestimated.
How about Yu Fuyi?
Even defensively, he couldn't stop him from scoring.
If her physical strength was equal, she would not say she would win, but she would still be very confident in a draw.
Unfortunately, her body was really weak, and she couldn't hold on after playing for only half an hour, so she had to admit defeat.
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"Tsk tsk, my beloved concubine is really invisible.
This Cuju skill is no worse than that of Princess Fuyong.
This is an eye-opener for me."
Sima Rui lay down on the imperial concubine chair in the corridor and took the hand from Zhao Youfu.
He came with a handkerchief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and shouted to Yu Fuyi: "I'm dying of thirst.
Ask someone to bring me some watermelon juice."
"What a coincidence.
I encountered the unfortunate incident of Concubine Li committing suicide yesterday and was greatly frightened.
The people below were too busy trying to calm down the concubine and didn't bother to make watermelon juice."
Yu Fuyi pretended to be helpless.
He spread his hands and then suggested: "Isn't the imperial concubine and sister making watermelon juice in the palace?
If the emperor wants to drink it, just go to Yongshou Palace."
"That's right.
Although the watermelon juice in Concubine Zheng's palace is not as delicious as the one here, it can be managed at least."
Sima Rui stood up, took the robe from Zhao Youfu's hand, put it on his body, and looked at Yu Fuyi sideways. : "I'm really leaving.
If you want to stay with me, just say so quickly, lest I leave and you regret it again."
"I send you to your Majesty."
Please leave quickly.
She feels sticky and uncomfortable, so she can take a bath if she leaves quickly.
"Hmph."
Sima Rui snorted and walked away.
He took just a few steps but suddenly stopped: "You woman are so inconsiderate.
I'm covered in stinky sweat and haven't washed myself off.
How can I get out of the house quickly?"
Ask someone to prepare water, I want to take a bath."
After a pause, he twitched the corner of his mouth again and showed a bad smile: "You personally take care of me to take a bath." gd1806102: