Rebirth: Charming Qingluo - C251 Qingluo godson

“It’s fine. I know my body. If I’m not feeling well, I’ll tell you in time.” Can you believe it? Lin Qing curled her lips. She even knew who it was that was worrying themselves, but she couldn’t say it out loud.

“You always feel sorry for yourself. It’s too tiring, and even a child can’t take it. It’s impossible that when you’re busy, he’ll be able to sleep peacefully, right?”

Qingluo really didn’t know whether the child in her stomach would rest while she was busy or not. She was forced to listen to Lin Qing’s words and put down the pen and paper.

Qingluo who had become bored from Lin Qing’s persuasion was actually feeling unwell all over. Honestly speaking, these few days, she had been busy, and did not feel too tired. She only felt that she was busy, and her mood actually improved.

She was no longer depressed or anxious. Her whole body felt relaxed, so even though she was no longer writing on the table, she started to want to do other things.

For example, she thought of sewing Zou Rou’s clothes. It had already been two months, but she hadn’t even finished sewing Zou Rou’s clothes.

Seeing her son painting, she told Mo Lai to bring the clothes she made for Zou Rou over.

After her son finished his homework on painting, Qingluo finished sewing the clothes that were already half done. She could then embroider some patterns on the clothes to stop her work.

“Mufei — —” Yu Er had already packed up his painting tools and pounced on her. However, just as he was about to pounce on his mother, he steadied his body.

He never needed to worry about others. He was far beyond his age and would only act coquettishly in front of Qing Luo.

“Finished drawing? “Then, let’s go back. It’s almost time for lunch.” Yu Er nodded his head and immediately reached out with his little hands, as if he was going to support his mufei.

He was still too young, so he couldn’t support Qingluo’s arm at all. However, Qingluo still felt warm inside because of her son’s actions, so she pulled Yu Er’s hand, and casually asked her son as they walked out of the study.

“Yu Er, did you just thank him?” Yu Er also held his mufei’s hand tightly and carefully followed his mother’s footsteps. “I’ve said it.”

“Then what did you draw today?” Qingluo continued to chat with her son, “Sir, today you are going to teach me how to draw fish.”

Although Yu Er could speak and express his intention clearly, he still could not say a long paragraph in one go. He could only break the sentence.

“It’s just a few curving lines. It’s quite simple. Your son, on the other hand, has forgotten to bring them to your mufei for you to take a look.” Although the sentence would be slightly disjointed, the meaning was very clear.

Qingluo was very satisfied with her son’s conversation with her. Yu Er was a person who understood matters very well, if you ever asked him to do so, he would remember it well and would never make any mistakes in the things you told him to do.

Although Qingluo was happy because of this, she also felt sorry for her son. She felt that her son, at such a young age, had put in a lot of effort just because of this.

But then again, it was better to be sensible than cause trouble, so overall, Qingluo was very happy to have such an obedient son like Yu Er.

“It’s alright, when we come to write a letter to father in the afternoon, we, Yu Er, will paint Father a picture of a fish, alright?”

Writing letters to Luo Qingqi every afternoon was an essential lesson for mother and son, so Yu Er was not surprised, “Alright, I’ve already thought of something to draw for royal father.”

Because there was this process every day, when Yu Er was learning to draw, he had already thought of what kind of fish he would give his father in the afternoon.

He wanted to draw a red carp for his father, because his mother had told him the story of the carp leaping over the dragon gate. Then, he would draw a carp and wish that his father would always be able to win on the battlefield.

After lunch, Qing Luo hugged Yu Er and took a nap. Ever since she found out that she had anxiety disorder during pregnancy, she would hug her son and sleep at noon every day.

Although her symptoms had been resolved, she still felt that it was her son who had helped her avoid serious anxiety. Besides, she needed to get closer to her son.

Her son was too calm, too thoughtful, too unlike a one-year old child. If she didn’t get closer to him, she was afraid that her son would grow a beard at such a young age, he was too old.

If Yu Er’s royal father wasn’t home, then she, as a mother, would do her best to take responsibility. She had already gotten sick because of her husband’s separation, and since her child was still so young, she had to be on guard against certain things.

“Mufei, today you, tell me a story, what story is it?” Luo Huayu laid on his side inside the bed, reached out to caress his mother’s stomach, to feel if his brother was moving.

“Mufei will tell you a story today that might not be true even if you see it.” Qingluo also stretched out her hand to touch her belly. This had already become the habit of mother and son before they went to bed.

Or it could be said that the interaction between the three of them allowed the child inside its stomach to feel the mother and brother outside as well. They were very fond of him and were together with him.

“Oh, I don’t see it either. It must be true?” There was such a story? Didn’t they say that seeing with one’s eyes is the truth? That’s something to listen to. How could it not be true? The name of this story was very attractive.

“Alright, then mufei will tell. Yu Er, listen.” blushed a little. He felt that he had already grown up, and shouldn’t let his mufei coax him to sleep.

However, the feeling of mother concubine patting him felt really comfortable. Yu Er really didn’t want to refuse, so Yu Er placed his hand on his little brother’s waist and hugged mother concubine directly.

Yu Er only held her gently without using much strength, so he wouldn’t be able to suppress her and his younger brother. Yu Er really liked hugging her like this, because this position made him and mufei stick together, exuding an exceptionally warm feeling.

Being carried like this by her son, Qingluo felt very close to him. When she thought of how her child would grow up, Qingluo wanted to hug him a little more every day.

When Yu Er was even a little bit older, let alone letting him hug her himself, even if she wanted to hug him, it wouldn’t be easy either.

had truly made Qingluo think correctly. After this inner one was born in Qingluo’s stomach, Yu Er no longer allowed Qingluo to hug him.

He felt that he was the older brother, and that he had to give his mufei’s embrace to someone smaller than him. Thus, Qingluo rejoiced that she did not leave any regrets.

“Alright, we will be telling a story now. Yu Er needs to close his eyes and listen carefully. After hearing a story, we can go to sleep.”

Yu Er obediently closed his eyes. Qingluo’s patting movements became even more gentle, as if she was afraid of scaring the child in her arms, which also made Yu Er more at ease.

“This is the story that happened to Sage Confucius. Confucius brought his students to travel abroad, but due to the delay on the road, they were unable to reach their destination for the time being. As for the rice that remained, there isn’t much more.”

“They could only eat sparingly and make porridge every day. Today was a very sunny day and he brought a few students to meet friends. One of the students volunteered to stay on the floor and clean the house and cook lunch for them.”

“While this student of his was making porridge, Confucius just happened to come back from outside. He saw this student reach out his spoon and scoop up a spoonful of porridge. He did not make a sound.”

“Confucius was thinking that this student must be hungry, so he ate a mouthful of porridge to relieve the hunger in his stomach. He pretended not to see it, saving him the embarrassment.”

“However, when he saw his student scoop another spoonful, his mood turned sour. There wasn’t much porridge in the first place. As a teacher, he had yet to eat yet, yet his student had already started eating. What have he learned about basic etiquette?”

“He specifically requested to stay in the residence this morning. Don’t tell me that it’s to secretly drink more porridge? Confucius felt that his tutelage was a failure …”

Qingluo wanted to see if Yu Er had slept or not. If he had fallen asleep, she would tell him again tomorrow. This story was very meaningful, she had to let him listen to it at least.

But when she lowered her head and looked over, Yu Er was looking at her with his black, sleek eyes, filled with curiosity and confusion. Seeing that he was listening seriously, Qingluo quickly continued.

“He walked over to the student. When the student saw that he had returned, he immediately stood up on the small stool and respectfully bowed to him. ‘Teacher, you’ve returned.”

“But Confucius was not happy because of his courtesy. Instead, he said unhappily, ‘Since you’re hungry, then let’s eat first. There’s no need to wait for us to return.”

“The student answered respectfully, ‘Teacher hasn’t eaten yet, how can a student eat first? That’s too disrespectful of teacher.’”

After saying that, Qingluo looked at Yu Er again, her eyes widening even further, her lips curving into a smile, “Yu Er, close your eyes and listen, after listening for a while, you will fall asleep.”

Although she wanted to teach her child a lesson through stories, Qingluo had never thought that Yu Er would understand them at such a young age. She just wanted to tell this kind of story often to let him hear it more, and she would remember to tell it more.

“Mufei, I want to, listen carefully.” Yu Er wanted to hear the story more clearly, and more than all of that, wanted to know the end of the story.

He loved listening to his mother’s story. Every time he finished listening to his mother’s story, many thoughts would arise in his mind. Although they were still incomplete and somewhat messy, some of them would remain engraved in his mind.

He knew that he was still too young to understand some of the things, but he could listen more carefully and keep the story in his mind. One day, he would understand what it meant.

“Alright, then we’ll listen carefully.” Qingluo was very satisfied with her son’s serious attitude. Such a good student was always a good thing, she could just let him remember as much as she wanted. She had to encourage him, so she continued.