After eating, Mu Qingge originally wanted to take the two of them to play, but the palace people came to report that there was an urgent matter that Ji Ziyan needed to go back to deal with in person.

Listening to the report of the palace people, Ji Ziyan rubbed the corners of his forehead, and Rong Zhan's little face drooped slightly.

Ji Ziyan looked at it and hooked his chin with a smile, "I'll go back alone, and you go to play with your mother." ”

Rong Zhan raised his head, his eyes were dark and bright, but he quickly lowered his head again, "No, you have to be punished." ”

"Well, the concubine knows that you are going to be punished. ”

Mu Qingge didn't understand why her son was so stubborn and firm at a young age, she also scratched his beautiful little chin, and guided: "Zhan'er, being punished is just writing a little more words, taking a little more time, and being punished may not be done early in the morning, right?"

Rong Zhan blinked, hesitated, and nodded.

"Yes, we can go play first and come back, and then be punished, isn't it the same?" After speaking, she squatted down like a child, pouting and winking, "The mother concubine has been bumpy all the way, and she is very tired, so she wants to play with Zhan'er, we play during the day, and we will be punished at night, isn't it?"

“……”

Ji Ziyan was speechless and held his forehead.

In this world, how can there be a mother who is filial to a six-year-old, and it is natural, and she doesn't feel embarrassed at all.

is so shameless, only she can do it.

Rong Zhan heard Mu Qingge say that he was tired, and remembered that his father had said that his mother seemed to be fun-loving, how could he, as a child, not be filial?

His little fingers tugged at the corner of Mu Qingge's clothes, struggled in his heart, and glanced at Ji Ziyan.

Ji Ziyan gave him a smile.

Rong Zhan said crisply: "Okay, go play." ”

"Zhan'er is so good. ”

Mu Qingge stood up at this time, took Rong Zhan's hand with a smile and squinted, and patted the shoulder of the young man next to him with the other, "Yan'er, then you can go back to the palace, and we will go around to play by ourselves." ”

"Good. ”

Ji Ziyan nodded, "Little lady, you have to be careful, I will send someone to follow you secretly." ”

"Hmm. ”

The two said goodbye.

The so-called go to play, the principle of proximity, Mu Qingge first took Rong Zhan around the streets and alleys, here to eat and drink to try it, here to stop and watch, fun street things, such as still circle items or something, holding children to play.

She was happier than her son.

Rong Zhan felt novelty at first, and he would play along.

But usually, they stand calmly and steadily, and they don't cheer like ordinary children.

However, all day, his eyes were moist and shiny, and his cheeks were red, obviously happy.

After playing from morning to evening, he urged him several times, and Mu Qingge reluctantly took him home.

Rong Zhan has always remembered the punishment in his heart, and he wants to go back to the palace to be punished by Ji Ziyan's staring.

Mu Qingge asked the palace people to report Ji Ziyan that Rong Zhan would not go back tonight and stay here to accompany her.

The tips of Rong Zhan's ears turned red, and he lowered his head and pinched the corners of his clothes and said softly: "Mother, you must not go unpunished, my father will be angry." ”

"I know. ”

Mu Qingge felt that his son was really cute, and poked his pink face with his fingertips, and it was a nest when he poked it, and he couldn't put it down even more, "However, you don't have to be stared at by your little uncle to be punished, can't I stare at it?"

She made a lot of sense, and Rong Zhan couldn't refute it.

Mu Qingge led him back to the room, and said as he walked: "Besides, Zhan'er is so conscious, you don't have to stare at the punishment, the mother concubine believes that you can do it consciously, right?"

It is a very rare thing to still have such a consciousness and develop such a habit, and she doesn't want her mother to lose her children.

What the child insists on, she should let him insist on.

"Hmm. ”

Mu Qingge's words made the corners of his filial lips purse a smile.

My father said that my mother was very smart and caring.

My father was right, my mother had only seen him a few times, and she understood him.

That's nice.

So, after going back to the room and drinking a glass of water, Mu Qingge personally gave Xiao Na the four treasures of the study room and watched him write.

When he wrote, Mu Qingge didn't want to leave him, thought about it, and asked people to buy color ink, and when he was writing, she painted for him.

Rong Zhan wrote carefully, and after writing, he obediently went to Zamabu without being distracted at all.

When he came back from his horse, he saw that Mu Qingge had already painted two portraits of him.

The child who jumped on the paper was exactly like him, as if he had looked in the mirror.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Is it pretty?"

His child is young but quiet and calm, with few and other expressions, this expression is particularly cute, Mu Qingge wrote it down, and felt that he must draw it for a while.

Rong Zhan's face flushed, "The mother concubine painted well." ”

"It's natural, well drawn. Mu Qingge was not modest at all, "But, it's also good-looking, right? After all, our Zhan'er is the best-looking child." ”

Xiao lowered his snow-white face, revealing the tips of his two red ears, and said glutinously: "Also, there is no ......"

"Hahahaha......"

When Mu Qingge saw it, she only felt cute, hugged him and kissed him several times, and when the palace people brought water and said that she could bathe Xiao Shizi, she let go of him and let him take a bath.

When he was bathing, she quickly drew her own son's stunned expression with a very fast movement.

She drew quickly, she finished painting without coloring, and sketched the appearance of her son shyly bowing his head, revealing his two ears.

That night, she sketched four portraits.

She was going to paint with a fine brush.

There is no camera in this world, and there is no way to record the growth of her child, so she tries to draw as many pictures as she can.

It's also a way to keep track of growth.

After Rong Zhan finished bathing, Mu Qingge wiped his hair, saw that he had been staring directly at the portrait on the table, smiled, kissed him and didn't speak.

Xiao suddenly said, "Mother, can I learn?"

"You want to learn?"

"Hmm. ”

Xiao nodded firmly, "You draw a different picture." ”

When Mu Qingge heard this, he was a little surprised: "Why is it different?"

Xiao tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "I don't know." All he knew was that he had never seen such a beautiful painting.

I've never seen anyone draw a person as if they were looking in a mirror.

My father said that my mother is good at everything, and it is true.

His father never lied to him.

His mother is really the best.

"It doesn't matter. Mu Qingge said softly: "If Zhan'er wants to learn, the mother concubine will teach." ”

Xiao listened, his ears were red, he hesitated, stretched out his little arm, hugged her neck, and buried his little face in her arms.

This was the first time he had taken the bold initiative to get close to her.

Mu Qingge's eyes were hot, and he also hugged his soft little body.

There was a moment of silence, and she felt his steady sucking.

Mu Qingge moved the child slightly, looking at him with his eyes closed, and his little face fell asleep softly.