Ghost doctor and poisonous concubine - Chapter 834

“Well!”

Xiaoshizi thinks that muqingge is very reasonable, but, “don’t you take father and king with you when you travel?”

My father has been thinking of my mother’s concubine very much. If we don’t go together this time, will my father be sad?

“My father has something else to do.” When talking to his son, mu Qingge’s tone is always light and soft, with a lovely ending for children. “My father is a seven foot man, so we can’t play all the time when we put business first.”

“Zhan Er understands.”

Although xiaoshizi said so, his face was still lost.

Mu Qingge kisses his son, hugs his fragrant and soft body, and coaxes him: “of course, we can’t take our father with us all the time. After our father is busy, we can take zhan’er to play together after we return home.”

“Really?”

“I promise!” Mu Qingge raised three fingers in his right hand and swore solemnly to heaven: “my mother’s concubine has said it

“Well!”

Light reappeared in the eyes of the little prince, “all listen to the mother’s concubine.”

So they bought a lot of things and rented a carriage. Ji Ziyan sent two bodyguards to be the coachman, and the four went all the way north.

Play and walk.

Every time she went to a place, she would take her son to the most characteristic place to have a look, to eat local food, and to take her son to the local interesting festivals.

Of course, children’s lessons can’t be left behind.

In fact, mu Qingge doesn’t think it’s anything. It’s xiaoshizi who doesn’t want to fall.

He always insisted on how many books he read and how many pages he practiced every day.

Mu Qingge couldn’t resist his son, so he went with him.

However, she felt that her son’s written homework could be put away. Every day, she asked her son to write down what he ate and where he went, that is, to make a record of what he saw and wanted.

Mu Qingge thinks that while it helps to deepen the memory, the child will have a different feeling when he grows up.

Xiao Shizi has read many books, which are relatively simple, and he has written a lot of words, but his recognition is still limited, and he has never written passages.

It’s hard for him to write these things.

However, although he was as quiet as snow, he was not ashamed to ask questions. When recording, he asked mu Qingge for words he didn’t understand. If he didn’t know how to describe the scene, he would ask for advice. If he bumped, he could write a rough picture.

When his son was writing, mu Qingge drew a portrait for him.

After her son finished writing, she took it over and commented with a smile: “yes, I have the writing level of grade three or four.”

“Grade three or four?”

The little prince knew it was praise, but when he heard the words he didn’t understand, he asked curiously, “what’s that, mother Princess?”

“Well…”

Mu Qingge touched his chin, thought and gave an answer: “for example, when a person is six or seven years old, he began to study in a school. The third or fourth grade means that he has been in a school for three or four years.”

Xiaoshizi understood, and his face turned red. “My mother’s concubine is over praised. Zhan’er is just beginning to write the narration, but it’s not good.”

“It’s already very good. Zhan Er is only six years old.”

What’s more, the words written by my son are much more upright and beautiful than those of primary school students.

Thinking about this, she asked: “Zhan Er, when did you start enlightenment?”

After thinking about it, the little prince replied solemnly, “my father started to teach Zhan Er how to read when he was four years old. When I was younger, Mammy and nanny said, “my father holds me to read all kinds of books and accounts every day, and he will show me the album of paintings. They said that zhan’er should be able to pass on his eyes and ears again, but I have no impression.”

Listening to Mu Qingge, the picture of Rong Jue holding her child while she is dealing with affairs comes into my mind. Suddenly, I miss Rong Jue very much.

These years, she really missed a lot.

Such a picture, there should be a she is.

If she is in the West Wing these years, and Rong Zhan is handling business in the west wing, she will let people spread a soft blanket all over the west wing, and Zhan Er will be taken by her. In a few months, she will hold her for fun. When she is tired, she will give her another hug.

When she was older, she and Rong Zhan would support Zhan ER in person and teach him to walk step by step, from bumps to firm steps; They will also teach him to speak word by word, witness him from babbling to clear speech, from whispering to tender milk, and listen to his calling of father, king, mother and concubine at various stages.

When she was older, Rong Jue taught her son arithmetic and martial arts. She taught him to read, draw, and even teach him medical skills.

She could even talk to him about astronomy and geography, about the vast universe, about the four seasons of all things.

She would tell him these in the most interesting way that he could understand. She could even draw children’s picture books for him. If he was interested, she would tell him more.

Unfortunately, she missed the six years he had grown up.

Six years, more than 70 months, more than 2000 days and nights.

“Mother, are you crying?”

The little prince saw mu Qingge holding the article he had written, which made his eyes red. He couldn’t help but be in a hurry, “Why are you crying? Is it uncomfortable?”

“No

Mu Qingge wiped his eyes and saw that because he was red, his heart was sour and soft. He reached out and held his son in his arms. “My mother knows medicine, but I don’t feel comfortable. My mother knows it. My mother’s concubine just sighed. Fortunately, she was able to do it in time. ”

Just in time.

“Well?”

Little Shizi slowly buried some stiff little body in his mother’s arms, and then patted her back with a small hand. “Mother doesn’t have to sigh about things, just tell her father and zhan’er, father and zhan’er will try to do it for her.”

His mother’s arms are different from his father’s. His father’s arms are broad and firm. His mother’s arms are soft and soft. For some reason, he also wants to rely on his father’s arms, but he has a sense of mission more than he did when he faced his father.

The mother should be smiling, not crying.

When she cried, he was sad.

Mu Qingge listens to his serious and caring voice, and tears and smiles come out, “poof!”

She smiles and wipes her tears. After wiping, she holds the child’s arms and looks him face to face. She says, “Zhan Er, my mother wants to tell you what you want to do or what you think. You can tell my mother and my father that you can’t hide it in your heart. You have to say it in your mouth, you know?”

“Good.”

Little Shizi nodded his head.

“My zhan’er is so good.” Looking at his son’s face, mu Qingge somehow shed tears again.

Xiaoshizi frowned and held out his hand to wipe her tears.

“Don’t frown.”

Mu Qingge said in a soft voice: “my mother’s concubine is crying with joy, not sad. Don’t you know zhan’er has to worry about it?”

“Good.”