Chapter 835

Mu Qingge knows very well about playing. Adults may know how to appreciate the beauty of the world. Sometimes they can see the beauty of every plant, but children may not.

So, for this point, she never forced.

But she will guide and educate.

After all, the ability to appreciate is not always the case in the first place.

Appreciation ability also needs to be taught.

She doesn't know much about it, but she has learned hundreds of poems and odes since childhood. She can even recite them like a stream. When she meets beautiful scenery, she will tell them through stories, poems and other interesting ways.

Xiao Shizi was a serious and studious child. He had never seen mu Qingge for several years, and he didn't know what Rong Jue said to her. He respected her and loved her. As long as she said it, he didn't object to it, so he listened to it very carefully.

At night, before bathing or going to bed, he would take the initiative to ask mu Qingge about the poems he said to him, write them several times and recite them.

He has a good memory. He recited it in the evening. The next day, mu Qingge tried to ask, but he could still recite it.

Another particularly good thing is that he has his own book. What mu Qingge taught him will be recorded by himself.

When mu Qingge saw this book for the first time, he was a little surprised.

The book is not thin, even thick, with four words on the cover - Zhan Er is six years old.

The handwriting on it is hidden in Junyi. Mu Qingge immediately recognizes it as Rong Jue's handwriting.

Mu Qingge opened a look, it recorded Rong Zhan's own big and small things, learned what will be written up, a bit like a diary.

The handwriting in the book is Rong Zhan's own. The children's record is simple, but it's also very clear.

Through this small book, mu Qingge knows something about her son.

As she turned, she couldn't help asking, "zhan'er, did your father ask you to write it?"

"Well."

Xiao Shizi has finished bathing. He lies on the soft couch and silently carries his poems. After hearing the words, he obediently says, "however, zhan'er started to write from the age of five and a half. He used to write on behalf of his father."

Mu Qingge turned the page and said, "before? Even before the age of five? "

"Ever since Zhan ER was born." Xiao Shizi tilted his head and said seriously, "my father is more diligent than Zhan er. Five and a half years ago, Zhan er's father could record two books when he was one year old, and there were eleven books in the study of the west chamber."

Mu Qingge took a deep breath.

She didn't know that.

Only then did he realize how much Rong Jue loved his son over the years.

With the development of science and technology in the last life, we can record a person's growth through photos and videos, while Rong Jue records the big and small things that happen in the process of a child's growth through writing.

Outsiders say that Lord Jue is cold and heartless, but outsiders can't see his delicacy and gentleness.

Suddenly, she missed him.

She put down the book, reached out and rubbed Rong Zhan's head, and asked softly, "Zhan Er, do you miss your father?"

Xiao Shizi blushed a little. He was probably a little shy. It was a good moment.

Mu Qingge said, "father is busy. When it's right, we'll go back to him, OK?"

"Good."

So, after more than 20 days, they set out to go back to jueyan imperial city to find Ji Ziyan.

After almost a month, the direct agreement between apocalypse and jueyan has been settled, and jueyan has begun to take over the city won by victory.

Therefore, this period of time is the busiest time for Ji Ziyan.

Because the cities come from the Three Kingdoms, which have different customs and people's hearts. It is not easy to manage the cities well when you want to take over smoothly.

Therefore, these days, almost every morning, the court is open until noon, and after lunch, the old ministers are called to discuss various emergencies.

When mu Qingge and Rong Zhan go to see Ji Ziyan, they feel that the young man is haggard.

"Thin."

Mu Qingge sighed and touched his face.

"Is it?" Ji Ziyan didn't feel much.

"Yes." Xiaoshizi stared at jiziyan and said seriously, "surely I didn't have a good meal."

"Poof."

Ji Ziyan smiles and bends down to pick up Xiao Shizi. The young voice agrees: "Zhan Er is right. My little uncle is not good. He didn't eat well."

This period of time is too busy, too much anxiety, no appetite to eat.

Pressure, eat less, sleep is not good, natural reduced some.

Xiao Shizi hung his long eyelashes, put his arms around Ji Ziyan's neck, and touched his face with one hand. "Little uncle, I want to be obedient."

"Well, be obedient and eat well."

It's just lunch time, and the palace people have already prepared the meal. Ji Ziyan sits down with xiaoshizi in his arms, picks up a piece of crispy meat and puts it into xiaoshizi's mouth. Then mu Qingge gives him a white look, "put him down and let him sit by himself."

Her son is at least six and a half years old and is still being held to eat. She is afraid that her son will grow up and feel ashamed.

"I want to hold it."

At this time, the young monarch had no dignity. He pouted like a child, "for a month, I'm dying of Yan'er. Besides, he is six and a half years old, and he is also a child of half age. If he doesn't hold more now, he won't be able to hold when he grows up. "

"I have to fight. Mu Qingge thinks Ji Ziyan's words are quite reasonable.

"Is it delicious?"

Ji Ziyan saw that Xiao Shizi nodded and put another piece into his mouth.

Jueyan's crispy pork is different from that in other places. It has the fragrance of flowers. The meat is very good. Ji Ziyan knows that young Shizi likes to eat it. When he is in the palace, he must cook it every meal.

Xiao Shizi didn't see Ji Ziyan for a long time. He wanted to be held tightly and was fed. When he chewed with his mouth closed, his face puffed out two layers of milk fat, which made his heart soften.

"Ouch..."

Mu Qingge's heart is really adored by his son. Baba looks at his son and sighs: "why am I so powerful, I can have such a beautiful, lovely and obedient son?"

Xiao Shizi's face turned red and he covered his face with his hands.

Mu Qingge just feels more cute and wants to grab his son back and hold him.

Ji Ziyan snorted, "little mother, you don't want to be shameful. It's clear that zhan'er looks more like his brother. Even if he is powerful, he is also powerful."

"You're right about that." Mu Qingge didn't feel unhappy at all. He even narrowed his eyes with a smile: "your brother is much more beautiful than me. Of course, he is better than me."

One pair of her own son's eyes is more like her, the others are almost like Rong Jue.

Ji Ziyan felt funny, shook his head, but said: "don't look at Zhan Er to eat, eat yourself."