Chapter 57： Time-traveling girl's ex-husband of the prince 5

The child couldn't stop crying, especially when he thought of how embarrassing he was in front of his father, the tears flowed faster the more he wiped away.

Xie Hui picked him up, let him sit on his lap, and gently wiped him with a handkerchief. Unexpectedly, this action did not know which point touched Xie Shen, so he simply threw himself into his arms. inside.

The twitching shoulders and the occasional uncontrollable sobs made the client in the system space anxious, and couldn't help urging:

"Coax him, you are."

Xie Hui's big palm landed on his back, patting him patiently, instead of gently coaxing him as requested by the client, patiently waiting for this little guy to vent all the emotions that were pent up in his heart.

The grievances held in the heart for too long without venting can easily affect the body. In this era, it is called depression in the heart.

Later, when Xie Shen had cried enough, he leaned against his father's arms, his eyes were swollen like walnuts, and when he wanted to rub his eyes, his father held them in his palms. When he raised his head curiously, his father's other eye With a handkerchief in his hand, he wiped away his tears.

"If you can't write well, I'll teach you more. What's there to cry about?"

"Even if you cry to coax father to soften his heart, there is still a lot of calligraphy that needs to be practiced."

Xie Hui had a slight smile in his deep and magnetic voice, and the gentleness when he wiped away his tears made Xie Shen sniff his nose, and then he replied in a low voice:

"My son has failed my father's expectations..."

Xie Shen is only over three years old now, and his voice has not yet escaped from the milk cavity. After crying for a while, his aggrieved voice was a little hoarse, and he leaned against Xie Hui's arms and apologized to him in a vague voice.

Before Xie Hui was in a hurry, the client in the system space couldn't help it.

"Why don't you let me down, I didn't say anything, hurry up and coax him, you can see that he's crying so much."

After Xie Shen finished speaking, he raised his head to meet his father's eyes, and said a lot of thoughts, he was a little afraid of his father's scolding, but also afraid that his father would not scold him.

"My son is terrified. The emperor said that the heavy responsibility of the country will fall on my son's shoulders sooner or later."

"But... Erchen can't even write well now."

Xie Hui looked at the scrambled words on the table, it was really hard to say something that was not bad, so he lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.

In this day and age, even a hug by a father is considered a favorite when the child is just born, and such an intimate gesture is even rarer.

Father's action successfully made Xie Shen forget what happened before, and he covered his forehead where his father had just kissed with his little hand.

"hold head high?"

"Shen'er, what do you think of Father Huang's characters?"

Xie Hui hugged the child and walked to the other side of the study, where the client's most proud calligraphy and painting were hung on the wall.

The client's attainments in calligraphy and painting are not low, let alone his proud work.

Seeing the lifelike peacock and the inscription on one side, Xie Shen's eyes flashed with amazement, then his head drooped again when he thought of himself.

"Father's paintings and writing are very beautiful..."

Xie Hui held the child with one hand, and pointed at the date on the side of the calligraphy and painting seals with the other hand.

"You see, it's because Father is older than you, and after more than ten years of practice, naturally the handwriting written by Shen'er is better than Shen'er."

"When father was just practicing calligraphy, he was not as good-looking as Shen'er is now. Not only is it not as good-looking as yours, but he is even not as good-looking as Shen'er. At that time, your grandfather was chasing father all over the palace with a whip. Emperor."

Xie Shen, who rarely listened to his father mentioning the past, was fascinated, and when he heard the emperor's grandfather beat someone with a whip, he shrank his head.

"Don't worry, you are only three years old now."

Xie Hui thought about it carefully, he still had to put all the pressure on the child who had been forcing the child to improve, even if he wanted to change, he had to find an excuse.

Although many people think that children of this age may not remember things, but based on his own experience, Xie Hui thinks that they should remember some weird things.

He seeks perfection in everything he does, and this is no exception.

"Father, you also said before that a child should know the etiquette at the age of three, go to court with the emperor at the age of four, and relieve the emperor's worries at the age of five..."

With a crying voice, when reciting these contents solemnly, the client in the space inexplicably made his face burn.

"That's because before... the emperor was a little scared, afraid that before Shen'er grew up, he would sleep in the imperial mausoleum first."

After finishing speaking, for fear of scaring the little guy, Xie Hui rubbed his head, then continued:

"But now that the imperial father has been seen by the imperial physician, it is not a problem to live a few decades longer. With the support of the imperial father, Shen'er doesn't have to be like before."

"My Shen'er, like those children in the capital, should have a good time playing first. You can play with the cat or walk the dog. Anyway, no one is as strong as my Shen'er's backstage."

Xie Shen's brows were wrinkled, his hands tightly clenched his father's clothes, and he asked in a low voice after his father finished speaking:

"Father... did the imperial physician really say that?"

"How did the father ever deceive Shen'er?"

Xie Shen thought about it carefully, it was indeed so, nodded his head and smiled at Xie Hui, then thought of what his father said before, and murmured softly:

"Father, I don't like to tease cats and walk dogs. I must study hard with my master."

"Yeah, practice your handwriting as soon as possible."

Xie Hui looked at his handwriting that was almost a mess, although he felt that it was still too early for him to learn these, but it is good to have the desire to practice handwriting.

"I first ordered the craftsmen in the palace to build a small table for Shen'er. After the table is finished, the father will accompany Shen'er to practice, how about it?"

"Um!"

Xie Shen's eyes hurt from crying, and he fell asleep after a crazy game before.

The breathing sound gradually became even, and he was not willing to let go of the hand holding the father's arm.

Xie Hui carried him to the cubicle, put him on the bed, pulled out his hand, and helped him cover the quilt carefully, then went back to the study, thinking about choosing a wife for this child again thing.

I can't think of anyone who is available in the court today. After all, no matter how outstanding in talent and learning, it has little to do with how to teach and educate people.

Some masters who are full of peaches and plums may not be able to become leaders in poetry recitation and composition. The client only wanted to choose the most famous literati to be his children's master, but never thought about whether the literati would teach his disciples.

After all, the brain circuits of geniuses and ordinary people are mostly different. To teach such an older child, it is still necessary to let someone who is good at teaching and educating people.

At this time, Xie Hui saw the client who urged him to spend more time with the task object in the system space, and when he thought about his attitude towards the child before, he felt a little funny for some reason.

"You said, when is the best time for me to abolish the prince?"

The client who wanted to see his son heard this, his eyes widened and he stood up abruptly.

"I'm such a good son, well-behaved and obedient, why did you abolish him?"

Xie Hui looked at the huge contrast between his front and back, resisted the urge to turn up the corners of his lips, and continued:

"But when you came to me before, the content of the task was to abolish the crown prince, and then help you cultivate a good heir, who can carry the heavy responsibility of the family and the country."

"I, I don't want to abolish the prince, okay?"

"If you can't handle the affairs of the court, then choose a few more virtuous ministers to assist you. Since you have such a legendary experience, you can't even do this, right?"

At any rate, he was facing an emperor, so Xie Hui saved some face for him.

"If you want, then of course you can."

The people in the palace always work quickly, not to mention that it was ordered by His Majesty himself. The small table and chairs made according to His Majesty's request were delivered to His Majesty's study within a few days.

Next to the wall with calligraphy and paintings, there are vases, and occasionally some blooming flowers are inserted.

Now the vase has been removed, and a smaller table has been added, just enough for Xie Shen to sit on.

From then on, no matter how busy Xie Hui was with government affairs, he would never forget to teach him to practice calligraphy for half an hour.

Hold his hand patiently, teach him stroke by stroke, see if his writing is wrong, correct it carefully and let him come again.

Only half a month later, Xie Shen's handwriting has improved a lot. Although he is still not strong enough, he can write calligraphy with correct strokes when he is less than four years old.

Soon it was New Year's Eve, and the original ancestor's rule was to have fun with the emperor on New Year's Eve.

The client usually doesn't bother to enter the harem, let alone see them on such a festive day, so in the second year after he ascended the throne, he changed to have fun with his ministers.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Xie Hui accompanied Xie Shen on the Nuan Pavilion and prepared a lot of river lanterns.

It is said that if you write a wish on the river lantern on New Year's Eve, your wish will come true. Whether it is true or not is not mentioned for the time being, this kind of thing is just for peace of mind.

Xie Hui saw that Xie Shen was carefully making the river lantern with his small hands, then picked up a mask on one side, and patiently drew patterns on it, intending to make a mask for this little guy.

There was a lot of charcoal burning in the Nuan Pavilion. Xie Hui held the pen and drew the Monkey King on the blank mask, which many modern children can recognize.

After finishing it, put it on the side, intending to wait for the pen and ink to dry before showing it to the child.

Xie Shen's little hands were very nimble, and he made more than a dozen exquisite river lanterns in a short time, which looked even more beautiful than Xie Hui's.

According to the rules, one had to wait until before the river lanterns were released before writing down the wishes, so Xie Shen struggled for a long time and did not write down.

Even though I was still a three-year-old child, I still wanted to abide by this rule, for fear that the gods in the sky would not allow me to fulfill my wish because of this trivial matter.

At the New Year's Eve banquet, Xie Shen, as the prince, sat on the right side of his father, wearing a bright yellow prince's court dress.

Xie Shen imitated his father, his face was full of seriousness. This kind of expression on Xie Hui's body is majestic and daunting, but it is especially cute on the little prince's body.

At the dinner party, the dishes were cold when the cold wind blew, and the taste was not much better, Xie Hui ordered the **** who served him personally to bring a cup of soup and put it on Xie Shen's table.

Seeing him holding the spoon, carefully leaning over to blow it cool before taking it in, his little face was wrinkled from the heat, and the smile in his eyes flashed away.

Because of the cold weather and the heavy snowfall, the palace banquet ended early.

When the sky darkened, Xie Hui took Xie Shen's little hand and led him to a river in the palace that led directly to the outside of the palace.

Xie Shen carefully guarded the river lantern, holding a writing brush in one hand, dipped some ink to write on the river lantern.

Standing on one side, Xie Hui could clearly see the words he wrote on the river lanterns. On each lantern, the same wish was written crookedly.

The father is safe and sound every year.