Changquan, who heard the sound, also turned his little head around and saw the prince brother in apricot-yellow clothes. His eyes instantly lit up, and he stretched out his little arms in the direction of Yinreng, shouting "Ah~ah".
Qingyan was a little surprised to see Yinreng at this moment. She quickly turned around with her godson in her arms and walked towards the little prince. She asked with surprise on her face: "Why did Baocheng come so early today?"
Ever since Yin Reng started studying at a fixed time, he would end his morning classes every day in Qianqing Palace and come to Chuxiu Palace after lunch. At that time, it was almost the end of Shen Shi, but today it was more than an hour earlier. For Qingyan, it is a small surprise in her ordinary life.
When the little prince saw his aunt and little cousin walking towards him, he hurriedly accelerated his pedaling speed. He skillfully parked his tricycle under the grape trellis to protect himself from the sun, and was then supported by He Zhuer from the car. After coming down, he ran to Qingyan's side with small steps, raised his little head and said to her with a smile: "Khan Ama said that he would discuss catching mice with Uncle Wang today, so let me I came to see my aunt for dinner."
After listening to Yinreng's words, Qingyan's head was full of questions, "What kind of mouse does the emperor and Prince Yu need to catch together?"
She couldn't figure it out for a moment, so she stretched out her left hand and led the little prince to the main hall. After entering the door, she first placed Chang Quan in the cradle and cot, and then took Yin Reng to wash her hands and face carefully with water.
After his whole body became cool, Yinreng ran to Xiao Changquan, stretched out his little hand and gently scratched Changquan's chin. When the little baby's neck felt itchy, he narrowed his big eyes and "gurgled" He laughed, and then stretched out his two shorter arms and hugged Yinreng's right arm with a "beep" sound.
Seeing that the young prince and his elder brother were having a great time, He Zhuer smiled and leaned over to Qingyan and said, "I'm going to send someone to the dining room to get His Highness's meal. I wonder if the young master needs it?"
"No, Bai Lu has just left." After Qingyan waved her hand to refuse, she pulled the chair next to the cradle, reached out and lifted the little prince onto her lap.
After hearing this, He Zhuer hurriedly turned around and went outside the door to call the little eunuch to go to work.
"Ah, ah~" seemed to understand the meaning of the meal. After hearing the conversation between the two adults, Xiao Changquan also blew out a round bubble of saliva with his mouth.
"Auntie, brother Changquan is getting better and better at blowing bubbles! Is he hungry again?" the little prince asked with a look of amazement.
He knew that his little cousin couldn't even eat mush now. He became hungry very quickly every day and needed to drink milk several times.
Qingyan also saw Changquan spitting bubbles. She observed him carefully for a few days and found that there was nothing wrong with his body, so she explained to Yinreng: "My brother has a shallow mouth, and now his teeth are growing again, and there is saliva in his mouth." It’s too much and I don’t have time to swallow it, so I spit it out and play with bubbles.”
"So that's it!" Yinreng nodded while leaning forward and pinching Changquan's little fist, and said to him in a sweet voice: "Little cousin, don't be anxious, you can eat meat when your teeth grow out.
The meat is ready, when the time comes, Brother Prince will take you to eat Khan Amma’s royal meal.”
Qingyan watched in amusement as Yin Reng "painted a pie" for Xiao Changquan.
He is still eating his own bland baby food all day long, and only occasionally can he take out a few pieces of meat with a rich oily sauce flavor from his Khanama's plate, but now he is giving it to the little boy with a confident look on his face.
Changquan talked about how good the food tastes for adults.
Just as Qingyan picked up the teacup and drank water, Yinreng suddenly said in an extremely distressed voice: "The rats have stolen Khan Ama's royal meal outside the palace, and Khan Ama is angry."
As soon as Yinreng finished speaking, Qingyan's hand trembled and she spilled the warm water in the cup all over the table. She finally knew what "rat" meant! She quickly reached out to cover Yinreng's mouth and turned her head to face the main hall.
A little palace maid in the palace said: "Go and carry Chang Quan to the East Side Hall, and let grandma breastfeed him."
"Yes." The little palace maid replied respectfully and then took a few steps forward to Qingyan's side.
Qingyan stood up from the chair, put Yinreng on the ground, then stretched out her hand to take Changquan out of the cradle, patted it gently and handed it to the little palace maid, and then warned: "Go steadily."
Some, please don’t throw me down, little brother.”
"Yes, don't worry, little master." The little palace maid carefully took Chang Quan and walked out of the main hall door with small steps.
Seeing that there was no one else around, Qingyan bent down and picked up Yinreng, went to the inner room, put him on a high chair, then sat opposite him and said with a serious face: "Baocheng, what are you doing?"
Do you know that rats steal the royal meal?"
Qingyan could guess from Yinreng's words that Kangxi had probably figured out why the imperial meal was missing from the palace, but she believed that Kangxi would never tell this matter to a two-year-old girl with small breasts.
This was the first time Yinreng saw his aunt's cold face. He was slightly frightened for a moment, and then he said in a low voice: "When Baocheng was studying with his master in the morning, he vaguely heard Khan Ama
He said that the mouse sneaked into the rice vat and raised itself, and then after the master finished his lecture, Khan Ama asked Eunuch Liang to invite Uncle Wang to eat the royal meal together, and also said that he would catch mice..."
Qingyan also didn't expect that things would turn out like this. She was afraid that even Kangxi didn't expect that his precious son heard what he said accidentally and kept it in his heart.
Children's mouths are very loose. She had a deep understanding of this when she was a nursery nurse in her previous life.
Those extroverted children in the base are very talkative and talk about everything at home. It can be said that as long as there are children at home, parents should not think about what will happen at home.
What's the secret?
This situation is common in modern kindergartens and child care centers at the end of the year, but it cannot be like this in today's deep palaces.
She stretched out her two hands to support Yinreng's shoulders, and told him in an extremely serious tone: "Baocheng, aunt wants you to remember today that no matter what you hear your Khan Ama mention in the Qianqing Palace in the future,
As long as it doesn't happen, you can't tell anyone."
Yinreng blinked Ruifeng's eyes, frowned in confusion and asked, "Can't Auntie tell me too?"
Qingyan paused and then shook her head: "Whatever comes out of your mouth is usually political affairs. 'The harem cannot participate in politics' is an iron rule."
"You are still too young to distinguish the nature of the matter. If you say it without hesitation, sometimes you may accidentally mess up the matter, and even indirectly harm others."
The little prince really didn't expect it to happen like this. His little face suddenly turned red and Ruifeng's eyes widened.
"Did Gu ruin Khan Ama's affairs? Gu said it at the grape rack in front of many slaves?"
Qingyan saw the little prince's anxious eyes filled with mist, and her heart softened. She hurriedly stretched out her arms to hold him in her arms, stood up from the chair, patted his back and comforted him: "It's okay, Baocheng
What I said at the time was very vague, and the people in the palace here are very strict and won't spread it."
Even after hearing her explanation, the little prince was still a little shocked, and he instantly became limp and lay on his aunt's shoulder.
Qingyan also knew that what she just said was a bit serious, but she had no choice. No matter how precocious a child is, her cognition is far inferior to that of an adult.
From this incident, she suddenly discovered: this year, because she entered the palace, the little prince met his cousin and Cheng Hu by chance when he was infected with cowpox, and the three giants usually held him in their hands.
Heart.
Compared with the historical prince Yinfeng, Xiao Baocheng here is not lacking in love at all. He even indirectly made up for the regret of losing his mother because of that adventure, and his relationship with Xiao Baoqing is also very good.
, it can be said that because there is no pressure or sorrow now, his temperament has been so bright and lively.
But he lived in the Forbidden City and stood at the center of power as soon as he was born. Kangxi was not only his mother but also a very powerful king. In such a complex environment, he would never be allowed to act innocently like ordinary children.
random.
There are never any secrets in the palace. If one day Kangxi suddenly knew that his precious son was about to hear something unexpectedly from him, and in a blink of an eye he came to Chuxiu Palace and told her, I am afraid that Kangxi would not only feel unhappy, but also
I feel that the Hesheli family has really secretly won over the young prince. This is a very terrible thing for Yinreng, for her, and for the Hesheli family...
Qingyan knew that the little prince was very smart, so she didn't go into details. She just patted his back while walking, leaving him time for Yinreng to digest it quietly.
"Then Baocheng won't be able to talk to his aunt anymore?" The little prince climbed up from Qingyan's shoulders and asked softly with big red eyes.
"Of course it's okay. My aunt also apologized to Baocheng. What I just said was a bit harsh. In the future, Baocheng has a little secret that he wants to share with his aunt, so we will whisper it into our ears."
"But you have to know that your Khan Amma is the emperor. Generally speaking, the things that come out of his mouth are very important. When you are not able to distinguish these things, even if you hear them, don't tell others easily.
?”
"Yes, yes, Baocheng knows." The little prince nodded his head obediently.
Qingyan turned around and kissed his cheek, then carried him to the hall: "Come on, let's go have a meal first."
At the dining table in the main hall, He Zhuer and Bai Lu arranged their meals one plate at a time and then stepped aside.
Both of them saw the red eyes of the little prince, but they both chose to look away and pretended not to notice.
It took less than half an hour for the two of them to finish their dinner. After rinsing their mouths, Qingyan hugged Yinreng and went to take a nap.
The energy of young children is limited. As soon as the morning class ended, the little prince pedaled non-stop on the tricycle all the way from Qianqing Palace to Chuxiu Palace. Now his stomach was full and his head became dizzy.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, aunt will accompany you to play in the tree house." Qingyan held him tightly in her arms and patted him gently.
Yinreng nodded, rubbed his little face against the thin blanket, yawned twice and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little prince, Qingyan sighed in her heart and closed her eyelids.
On an autumn afternoon, the room is warm and quiet.
·
After several autumn rains, the weather gradually became cooler day by day, and the ginkgo trees that were originally full of green were suddenly blown into yellow by the autumn wind.
Chuxiu Palace also felt a bit of autumn desolation. Most of the leaves had fallen, but the jujubes and persimmons that covered the branches quietly turned red.
On the tenth day of September, it has been a full month since Qingyan and Prince Yu got married.
In the morning, Mr. Siruke and his daughter came to Chuxiu Palace as a guest. At the end of the day, mother and daughter were ready to leave the palace and return home.
Qingyan saw that Muldenge liked to eat sweet persimmons very much. When sending them out of the palace, she ignored Siruke's obstruction and climbed to the persimmon tree carrying a small bamboo basket, preparing to pick a small basket for her to take back home. Who knew that he had just picked half of the food when he saw He Zhuer walking in in a hurry. Reng took a moment to digest it.
"Then Baocheng won't be able to talk to his aunt anymore?" The little prince climbed up from Qingyan's shoulders and asked softly with big red eyes.
"Of course it's okay. My aunt also apologized to Baocheng. What I just said was a bit harsh. In the future, Baocheng has a little secret that he wants to share with his aunt, so we will whisper it into our ears."
"But you have to know that your Khan Amma is the emperor. Generally speaking, the things that come out of his mouth are very important. When you are not able to distinguish these things, even if you hear them, don't tell others easily. ?”
"Yes, yes, Baocheng knows." The little prince nodded his head obediently.
Qingyan turned around and kissed his cheek, then carried him to the hall: "Come on, let's go have a meal first."
At the dining table in the main hall, He Zhuer and Bai Lu arranged their meals one plate at a time and then stepped aside.
Both of them saw the red eyes of the little prince, but they both chose to look away and pretended not to notice.
It took less than half an hour for the two of them to finish their dinner. After rinsing their mouths, Qingyan hugged Yinreng and went to take a nap.
The energy of young children is limited. As soon as the morning class ended, the little prince pedaled non-stop on the tricycle all the way from Qianqing Palace to Chuxiu Palace. Now his stomach was full and his head became dizzy.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, aunt will accompany you to play in the tree house." Qingyan held him tightly in her arms and patted him gently.
Yinreng nodded, rubbed his little face against the thin blanket, yawned twice and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little prince, Qingyan sighed in her heart and closed her eyelids.
On an autumn afternoon, the room is warm and quiet.
·
After several autumn rains, the weather gradually became cooler day by day, and the ginkgo trees that were originally full of green were suddenly blown into yellow by the autumn wind.
Chuxiu Palace also felt a bit of autumn desolation. Most of the leaves had fallen, but the jujubes and persimmons that covered the branches quietly turned red.
On the tenth day of September, it has been a full month since Qingyan and Prince Yu got married.
In the morning, Mr. Siruke and his daughter came to Chuxiu Palace as a guest. At the end of the day, mother and daughter were ready to leave the palace and return home.
Qingyan saw that Muldenge liked to eat sweet persimmons very much. When sending them out of the palace, she ignored Siruke's obstruction and climbed to the persimmon tree carrying a small bamboo basket, preparing to pick a small basket for her to take back home.
Who knew that he had just picked half of the food when he saw He Zhuer walking in in a hurry. Reng took a moment to digest it.
"Then Baocheng won't be able to talk to his aunt anymore?" The little prince climbed up from Qingyan's shoulders and asked softly with big red eyes.
"Of course it's okay. My aunt also apologized to Baocheng. What I just said was a bit harsh. In the future, Baocheng has a little secret that he wants to share with his aunt, so we will whisper it into our ears."
"But you have to know that your Khan Amma is the emperor. Generally speaking, the things that come out of his mouth are very important. When you are not able to distinguish these things, even if you hear them, don't tell others easily.
?”
"Yes, yes, Baocheng knows." The little prince nodded his head obediently.
Qingyan turned around and kissed his cheek, then carried him to the hall: "Come on, let's go have a meal first."
At the dining table in the main hall, He Zhuer and Bai Lu arranged their meals one plate at a time and then stepped aside.
Both of them saw the red eyes of the little prince, but they both chose to look away and pretended not to notice.
It took less than half an hour for the two of them to finish their dinner. After rinsing their mouths, Qingyan hugged Yinreng and went to take a nap.
The energy of young children is limited. As soon as the morning class ended, the little prince pedaled non-stop on the tricycle all the way from Qianqing Palace to Chuxiu Palace. Now his stomach was full and his head became dizzy.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, aunt will accompany you to play in the tree house." Qingyan held him tightly in her arms and patted him gently.
Yinreng nodded, rubbed his little face against the thin blanket, yawned twice and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little prince, Qingyan sighed in her heart and closed her eyelids.
On an autumn afternoon, the room is warm and quiet.
·
After several autumn rains, the weather gradually became cooler day by day, and the ginkgo trees that were originally full of green were suddenly blown into yellow by the autumn wind.
Chuxiu Palace also felt a bit of autumn desolation. Most of the leaves had fallen, but the jujubes and persimmons that covered the branches quietly turned red.
On the tenth day of September, it has been a full month since Qingyan and Prince Yu got married.
In the morning, Mr. Siruke and his daughter came to Chuxiu Palace as a guest. At the end of the day, mother and daughter were ready to leave the palace and return home.
Qingyan saw that Muldenge liked to eat sweet persimmons very much. When sending them out of the palace, she ignored Siruke's obstruction and climbed to the persimmon tree carrying a small bamboo basket, preparing to pick a small basket for her to take back home.
Who knew that he had just picked half of the food when he saw He Zhuer walking in in a hurry. Reng took a moment to digest it.
"Then Baocheng won't be able to talk to his aunt anymore?" The little prince climbed up from Qingyan's shoulders and asked softly with big red eyes.
"Of course it's okay. My aunt also apologized to Baocheng. What I just said was a bit harsh. In the future, Baocheng has a little secret that he wants to share with his aunt, so we will whisper it into our ears."
"But you have to know that your Khan Amma is the emperor. Generally speaking, the things that come out of his mouth are very important. When you are not able to distinguish these things, even if you hear them, don't tell others easily. ?”
"Yes, yes, Baocheng knows." The little prince nodded his head obediently.
Qingyan turned around and kissed his cheek, then carried him to the hall: "Come on, let's go have a meal first."
At the dining table in the main hall, He Zhuer and Bai Lu arranged their meals one plate at a time and then stepped aside.
Both of them saw the red eyes of the little prince, but they both chose to look away and pretended not to notice.
It took less than half an hour for the two of them to finish their dinner. After rinsing their mouths, Qingyan hugged Yinreng and went to take a nap.
The energy of young children is limited. As soon as the morning class ended, the little prince pedaled non-stop on the tricycle all the way from Qianqing Palace to Chuxiu Palace. Now his stomach was full and his head became dizzy.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, aunt will accompany you to play in the tree house." Qingyan held him tightly in her arms and patted him gently.
Yinreng nodded, rubbed his little face against the thin blanket, yawned twice and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little prince, Qingyan sighed in her heart and closed her eyelids.
On an autumn afternoon, the room is warm and quiet.
·
After several autumn rains, the weather gradually became cooler day by day, and the ginkgo trees that were originally full of green were suddenly blown into yellow by the autumn wind.
Chuxiu Palace also felt a bit of autumn desolation. Most of the leaves had fallen, but the jujubes and persimmons that covered the branches quietly turned red.
On the tenth day of September, it has been a full month since Qingyan and Prince Yu got married.
In the morning, Mr. Siruke and his daughter came to Chuxiu Palace as a guest. At the end of the day, mother and daughter were ready to leave the palace and return home.
Qingyan saw that Muldenge liked to eat sweet persimmons very much. When sending them out of the palace, she ignored Siruke's obstruction and climbed to the persimmon tree carrying a small bamboo basket, preparing to pick a small basket for her to take back home. Who knew that he had just picked half of the food when he saw He Zhuer walking in in a hurry. Reng took a moment to digest it.
"Then Baocheng won't be able to talk to his aunt anymore?" The little prince climbed up from Qingyan's shoulders and asked softly with big red eyes.
"Of course it's okay. My aunt also apologized to Baocheng. What I just said was a bit harsh. In the future, Baocheng has a little secret that he wants to share with his aunt, so we will whisper it into our ears."
"But you have to know that your Khan Amma is the emperor. Generally speaking, the things that come out of his mouth are very important. When you are not able to distinguish these things, even if you hear them, don't tell others easily. ?”
"Yes, yes, Baocheng knows." The little prince nodded his head obediently.
Qingyan turned around and kissed his cheek, then carried him to the hall: "Come on, let's go have a meal first."
At the dining table in the main hall, He Zhuer and Bai Lu arranged their meals one plate at a time and then stepped aside.
Both of them saw the red eyes of the little prince, but they both chose to look away and pretended not to notice.
It took less than half an hour for the two of them to finish their dinner. After rinsing their mouths, Qingyan hugged Yinreng and went to take a nap.
The energy of young children is limited. As soon as the morning class ended, the little prince pedaled non-stop on the tricycle all the way from Qianqing Palace to Chuxiu Palace. Now his stomach was full and his head became dizzy.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, aunt will accompany you to play in the tree house." Qingyan held him tightly in her arms and patted him gently.
Yinreng nodded, rubbed his little face against the thin blanket, yawned twice and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little prince, Qingyan sighed in her heart and closed her eyelids.
On an autumn afternoon, the room is warm and quiet.
·
After several autumn rains, the weather gradually became cooler day by day, and the ginkgo trees that were originally full of green were suddenly blown into yellow by the autumn wind.
Chuxiu Palace also felt a bit of autumn desolation. Most of the leaves had fallen, but the jujubes and persimmons that covered the branches quietly turned red.
On the tenth day of September, it has been a full month since Qingyan and Prince Yu got married.
In the morning, Mr. Siruke and his daughter came to Chuxiu Palace as a guest. At the end of the day, mother and daughter were ready to leave the palace and return home.
Qingyan saw that Muldenge liked to eat sweet persimmons very much. When sending them out of the palace, she ignored Siruke's obstruction and climbed to the persimmon tree carrying a small bamboo basket, preparing to pick a small basket for her to take back home.
Who knew that he had just picked half of the food when he saw He Zhuer walking in in a hurry. Reng took a moment to digest it.
"Then Baocheng won't be able to talk to his aunt anymore?" The little prince climbed up from Qingyan's shoulders and asked softly with big red eyes.
"Of course it's okay. My aunt also apologized to Baocheng. What I just said was a bit harsh. In the future, Baocheng has a little secret that he wants to share with his aunt, so we will whisper it into our ears."
"But you have to know that your Khan Amma is the emperor. Generally speaking, the things that come out of his mouth are very important. When you are not able to distinguish these things, even if you hear them, don't tell others easily.
?”
"Yes, yes, Baocheng knows." The little prince nodded his head obediently.
Qingyan turned around and kissed his cheek, then carried him to the hall: "Come on, let's go have a meal first."
At the dining table in the main hall, He Zhuer and Bai Lu arranged their meals one plate at a time and then stepped aside.
Both of them saw the red eyes of the little prince, but they both chose to look away and pretended not to notice.
It took less than half an hour for the two of them to finish their dinner. After rinsing their mouths, Qingyan hugged Yinreng and went to take a nap.
The energy of young children is limited. As soon as the morning class ended, the little prince pedaled non-stop on the tricycle all the way from Qianqing Palace to Chuxiu Palace. Now his stomach was full and his head became dizzy.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, aunt will accompany you to play in the tree house." Qingyan held him tightly in her arms and patted him gently.
Yinreng nodded, rubbed his little face against the thin blanket, yawned twice and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little prince, Qingyan sighed in her heart and closed her eyelids.
On an autumn afternoon, the room is warm and quiet.
·
After several autumn rains, the weather gradually became cooler day by day, and the ginkgo trees that were originally full of green were suddenly blown into yellow by the autumn wind.
Chuxiu Palace also felt a bit of autumn desolation. Most of the leaves had fallen, but the jujubes and persimmons that covered the branches quietly turned red.
On the tenth day of September, it has been a full month since Qingyan and Prince Yu got married.
In the morning, Mr. Siruke and his daughter came to Chuxiu Palace as a guest. At the end of the day, mother and daughter were ready to leave the palace and return home.
Qingyan saw that Muldenge liked to eat sweet persimmons very much. When sending them out of the palace, she ignored Siruke's obstruction and climbed to the persimmon tree carrying a small bamboo basket, preparing to pick a small basket for her to take back home.
Who knew that he had just picked half of the food when he saw He Zhuer walking in in a hurry. Reng took a moment to digest it.
"Then Baocheng won't be able to talk to his aunt anymore?" The little prince climbed up from Qingyan's shoulders and asked softly with big red eyes.
"Of course it's okay. My aunt also apologized to Baocheng. What I just said was a bit harsh. In the future, Baocheng has a little secret that he wants to share with his aunt, so we will whisper it into our ears."
"But you have to know that your Khan Amma is the emperor. Generally speaking, the things that come out of his mouth are very important. When you are not able to distinguish these things, even if you hear them, don't tell others easily.
?”
"Yes, yes, Baocheng knows." The little prince nodded his head obediently.
Qingyan turned around and kissed his cheek, then carried him to the hall: "Come on, let's go have a meal first."
At the dining table in the main hall, He Zhuer and Bai Lu arranged their meals one plate at a time and then stepped aside.
Both of them saw the red eyes of the little prince, but they both chose to look away and pretended not to notice.
It took less than half an hour for the two of them to finish their dinner. After rinsing their mouths, Qingyan hugged Yinreng and went to take a nap.
The energy of young children is limited. As soon as the morning class ended, the little prince pedaled non-stop on the tricycle all the way from Qianqing Palace to Chuxiu Palace. Now his stomach was full and his head became dizzy.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, aunt will accompany you to play in the tree house." Qingyan held him tightly in her arms and patted him gently.
Yinreng nodded, rubbed his little face against the thin blanket, yawned twice and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little prince, Qingyan sighed in her heart and closed her eyelids.
On an autumn afternoon, the room is warm and quiet.
·
After several autumn rains, the weather gradually became cooler day by day, and the ginkgo trees that were originally full of green were suddenly blown into yellow by the autumn wind.
Chuxiu Palace also felt a bit of autumn desolation. Most of the leaves had fallen, but the jujubes and persimmons that covered the branches quietly turned red.
On the tenth day of September, it has been a full month since Qingyan and Prince Yu got married.
In the morning, Mr. Siruke and his daughter came to Chuxiu Palace as a guest. At the end of the day, mother and daughter were ready to leave the palace and return home.
Qingyan saw that Muldenge liked to eat sweet persimmons very much. When sending them out of the palace, she ignored Siruke's obstruction and climbed to the persimmon tree carrying a small bamboo basket, preparing to pick a small basket for her to take back home.
I was eating inside, but who knew that I had just picked half of it when I saw He Zhuer walking in in a hurry.