"Wan'er, tell me, are you talking to your mother or your dad!" Wan Qing, who was lost in memories for a moment, was suddenly called back by Mrs. Zuo's voice. Because she didn't pay close attention to their conversation, she could only open her eyes slightly.
With big eyes, he looked at the two adults in front of him with some confusion. He was thinking, why has this matter not been revealed yet?
Seeing Wan Qing's reaction, both Mrs. Zuo and Zuo Jian realized that the child obviously didn't listen to what she just said. She was wandering in her thoughts. They were about to say something to her. After recalling the conversation between them just now, they couldn't help but feel that it was okay.
The child didn't listen, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing.
"Don't scare the child." Zuo Jian silently changed the subject, waving the rice paper he had just pulled out in front of Wan Qing, while squeezing Wan Qing's little fleshy face.
Mrs. Zuo snatched Wan Qing back into her arms like a child, preventing Zuo Jian from pinching her again.
Seeing the couple's overflowing love for her, Wan Qing felt sweet but also confused.
A child with an unknown identity and origin, even with the teacher's words, could not have such a big impact, making two prominent couples let down their guard.
What exactly became the key...
"Is this question so difficult? My brows are all furrowed." Mrs. Zuo nodded at Wan Qing's eyebrows. Zuo Jian was overjoyed and kept saying, "You are a villain."
"Everyone is dear." As for the answer to the question, Wan Qing had already planned it. Since he is ten years old now, if he is too old, he might be regarded as a monster. However, he can't think of the answer to the question he just thought about.
Zuo Jian and Mrs. Zuo could only look at each other and smile, no longer dwelling on this innocuous issue.
"Tomorrow, I will teach Wan'er calligraphy." The thought of Wan'er learning regular script made Zuo Jian feel itchy in his heart. He thought that his calligraphy skills would have no successor, but he didn't expect that God would send him right away.
A treasure. However, this treasure was also taken by his wife, and it could not be regarded as a gift from God. Thinking of this, Zuo Jian took the mother and daughter into his arms together, and they walked together in this somewhat awkward posture.
Looking at the snow scene.
"You can teach, but don't go too far." Mrs. Zuo muttered, not wanting to break the silence, but she felt a little conflicted in her heart that her husband wanted to learn etiquette and Guqin, not only practicing calligraphy.
What to do if this hurts the child!
Zuo Jian ignored the warning in Mrs. Zuo's words and called Qingquan to ask about the time. Seeing that it was almost time for lunch, he asked Mrs. Zuo and Wan Qing to dress warmly before taking them to the dining hall to eat.
At noon, Mrs. Zuo coaxed Wan Qing to sleep, and then returned to Zuo Jian's study to squeeze Zuo Jian's shoulders.
"Madam... I'm afraid these days are not going to be peaceful." Zuo Jian rubbed his temples and put down the fold in his hand. The emperor now delegated the power in his hands to himself and another minister.
Although I can protect myself, I am unable to reverse the darkness above the court. I don’t know how long this superficial peace will be able to deceive me, and I don’t know when those traitors and traitors will take action. Everything is on my shoulders, and it makes me wonder.
Zuo Jian was a little out of breath.
The emperor has not yet thought of setting up a prince. It is precisely because of this that no matter which prince is standing behind the people, they have not taken action yet and are waiting with bated breath. This has created a situation where the storm is still invisible.
Seeing Zuo Jian's brows frowning more and more, Mrs. Zuo suddenly put the Zhezi aside and said in an unquestionable tone, "Husband, your health is important."
After living for so many years, Princess Anzhen has already thought about it. Conspiracies and secret fights will exist no matter where they are.
So after she learned that Zuo Jian might not be able to have children due to poisoning, she still chose to stay with Zuo Jian for the rest of her life, rather than be a pawn in the marriage and live a seemingly glorious life.
Because only Zuo Jian was willing to protect her from worries throughout her life, and only by being with him could she feel at peace in her heart.
Therefore, her idea is very simple, as long as Zuo Jian can live a good life. In her heart, the health of Zuo Jian, a high official and a wealthy person, and all the people in the world cannot be compared.
Call her selfish or considerate of a woman, but she will continue to grow old with this truth!
"Hey..." Zuo Jian nodded silently, relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair, showing a trace of fatigue. She had just turned 30 years old, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had already appeared, which made Mrs. Zuo feel distressed again. She was careful
He rubbed Zuo Jian's temples to relieve the pressure in an attempt to relieve him.
Zuo Jian patted Wanru's hand gently and signaled her to take a rest.
There have been more and more troubles recently, which cannot be relieved in this way, but will still make Wanru tired.
Zuo Jian took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the window again. The cold air finally made him feel sober.
Mrs. Zuo leaned on Zuo Jian's shoulder, and the two of them stayed together in silence.
The surrounding environment was audible, and the sudden sound of footsteps behind the two of them shocked Zuo Jian and Mrs. Zuo at the same time. Zuo Jian turned around suddenly, and after seeing the person clearly, he patted Mrs. Zuo's hand.
After looking around the window and seeing no servant passing by, he asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
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On the other hand, Wan Qing didn't have the habit of taking a nap in the nunnery, so she only rested for a while before getting up. Remembering that she hadn't practiced her basic skills well in the morning, she took out her wooden sword and worked hard on the corridor where the snowflakes couldn't fall.
practise.
Although the wooden sword was not sharp, due to Wan Qing's clean and neat movements, the slightest sound of wind could still be heard, and Mo Xiang and Mei Hong unknowingly had some respect for this young lady.
Wan Qing tried his best to do every move, including horizontal stroke, thrusting, and sword move, before practicing the next move.
While practicing, he suddenly saw a man in black in front of him. He immediately stopped and staggered to sit on the ground.
Wan Qing quickly stood up and took stock of this sudden uninvited guest. Her eyes fell on a broken piece of jewelry around his waist.
There were rumors in the previous life that every descendant of the royal family would have a guard responsible for their safety, collectively called a shadow. They would only listen to the instructions of the person in charge. The symbol that distinguished them was a piece of broken pendant around their waist. However, in the previous life, only
I thought it was hearsay and couldn't be trusted, but I didn't expect to meet him in this life.
What she didn't know was that a person in the same dress had just appeared in Mr. Zuo's study.
Wan Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at the man in black. She would not naively think that a stranger could come and go freely in the heavily guarded Prime Minister's Palace. But if it was not a stranger, it was the shadow beside Princess Anzhen.
However, rumors have said that the shadow does not appear easily, unless it is ordered by his master or there are other reasons why he has to appear.