"Okay, don't be presumptuous, the imperial grandfather can see clearly, the grandson's calligraphy and painting attainments, will never lose to any child under the age of ten." The emperor said happily.

When his grandson painted, he kept staring, and he was very satisfied with this grandson who grew up outside the palace since he was a child.

It is worthy of being the emperor of the ages, and he is a complete victory compared with other children.

The emperor smiled and said: "Grandson, go and rest, after painting for half an hour, you must be tired." ”

"Yes." Meng Yachen saluted and retreated to his mother, Mu Tingya.

At this time, the chamberlain on the side fanned the painting lightly with a fan, and after the ink and color dyes on the painting had dried, he held the painting in both hands and walked towards the emperor.

The emperor carefully took the painting and carefully looked at it.

After reading it, the emperor smiled with his eyebrows, and he was even more satisfied with his grandson's talent.

In particular, the poem mentioned on the painting, which is written around the ascent of the Qing and Autumn Seasons, expresses the longing for friends.

At the age of six, he can express this understanding of friendship so clearly in the way of poetry, which is really a genius!

What's more, not only is he good at learning, but he is also better at talent, and he can paint "Landscape Pastoral Picture" so well blindfolded.

Who can draw so well blindfolded?

Even adults, it's very few!

The emperor closed his mouth happily.

There are descendants like this, why worry about Shenghong is not strong?

When the emperor saw that all the ministers raised their necks to look at the paintings they were holding in their hands, he waved his hand and asked the two chamberlains to hold the calligraphy and paintings, and walk around the hall, so that everyone could see how powerful his eldest grandson was.

All the ministers who have seen it have given a thumbs up. They all praised His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson for his talent, which is a blessing of grandeur.

I don't know if these praises are sincere, or are they just for the sake of patting the emperor?

Mu Tingya took the opportunity to teach her son a lesson, she sandwiched a chopstick dish for her son, put it on her son's plate, and then said, "Son." See? All of these ministers are happy to compliment you and praise you. Do you think you're amazing? ”

"That's true." Meng Yachen didn't hide it, he nodded.

He can get to where he is now, and he has the confidence to feel that he is great.

Mu Tingya shook her head. "It's okay to be confident, but you can't be blindly confident. Let man not be arrogant. You must know that there are people outside the world, and no one will be the first in the world. ”

Mu Tingya's eyes swept the smiling faces of these ministers. said lightly: "How many of them compliment you because your paintings are really outstanding?" I'm afraid it's more speculation about Junxin. Slap the emperor's ass. Your grandfather likes you and spoils you, even if you draw a piece of grass, they will find words that can praise you. Therefore, it is better to be honest than to act. You can just listen to these praises, and don't take them seriously. Otherwise, you will lose the original intention of distinguishing between right and wrong. ”

"Son, remember." Meng Yachen knelt and sat down and gave Mu Tingya a thank you salute.

"Now you're pampered. They remember that you are still young, and they will definitely be able to beat you up, so that you can have a dragon skill, and the family will be able to rise smoothly from now on. Although you hate to be with people, you are the future emperor and must learn this, endure this, and use it skillfully. Although others smile at you, although there is a suspicion of flattery, you don't have to put on an attitude of not entering the living. Your task now is to do your duty as the emperor's grandson, and you don't have to have too hard a relationship with the ministers, and you don't need to be too good, so that they are afraid of you and respect you, and they don't dare to underestimate you. ”

"Son, remember." Meng Yachen gave Mu Tingya another gift.

"Officials must be greedy, there are very few clean officials, and my son Fang Jue is under a lot of pressure." Meng Yachen's brows furrowed slightly.

Meng Chenyi stretched out his hand, smoothed the folds on his son's forehead, and said softly: "The emperor's technique, using corrupt officials, to tie up his loyalty; Eliminate corrupt officials to exclude dissidents; Kill the big greed, and the people are angry; has no wealth, so as to fill the palace; This is the art of the emperors of the ages. ”

"Son, remember." Hearing his father's words, Meng Yachen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly bowed to his father.

Mu Tingya sighed in her heart that the best education is for her son to grow up in the company of his father.

In other words, the education of a son is inseparable from the role of the father.

While admiring the paintings that had been handed down, the ministers looked at the prince's family curiously, and didn't understand what made His Royal Highness the crown prince worship the princess and His Royal Highness the prince again.

The painting was passed around and returned to the emperor's hand, and the emperor immediately asked people to take it down and frame it, and he wanted to hang it on the wall of the imperial study.

The palace banquet was coming to an end, and Mu Tingya yawned again and again.

She was sleepy again.

Seeing this, Meng Chenyi submitted his farewell to the emperor.

The emperor saw that the crown princess was really tired, so he nodded.

Meng Chenrui followed closely behind, pulling Duoduo and Princess Rui to bid farewell to the emperor.

The emperor was a little unhappy, Aachen baby and Yi'er and his wife left, why didn't Rui'er understand him as a father?

He's an old man, an elder, okay? These boys were about to leave him with their families, but he didn't follow them, and said to the third son: "The third daughter-in-law is not pregnant, why do you want to go home so early?" I haven't talked enough to Duoduo! You just want to kidnap my little flowers? ”

Meng Chenrui said lightly: "My son's early departure is to open up the branches and leaves of our Meng family, and my father must understand." Tonight, Erchen will let your three daughters-in-law hit the ground running. ”

"Ahem......" The emperor's old face turned red.

This kid is too bold to speak.

Fortunately, the boy still knew how to be measured, his voice was small, and the minister's table was far away from the royal table, so no one heard the conversation between their father and son.

As for those palace concubines and other princes, they didn't hear what Meng Chenrui said.

"Let's go! Let's go! After ten months, I won't see the emperor's grandson, but you ask. Although the emperor said with a straight face, a smile flashed in his eyes.

It's also a nice family fun to interact with my son like this.

His sons were not as jealous and fearful of their father as the emperor of other countries.

His sons treated him like a father to an ordinary family, and sometimes when his ideas were wrong, the eldest son, the second son, and the third son would not hesitate to stand up and contradict him.

Although sometimes he also gets angry, I am the emperor, who dares to question my decision?

But, on the contrary, these sons are more powerful than the other, one is more eloquent than the other, and what they say is very reasonable, and he finally supported the sons' decision with his firm decision at the beginning.

When these things happened, although he was angry, but afterwards, he was complacent, this is the way a father and son should get along.

He is very satisfied with this way of getting along.

He is not a pedantic emperor, otherwise he would not have managed Sheng Hong thrivingly, and the country and the people would be safe.

(To be continued.) )