Facing Shu'er's innocent and cute smiling face, Mo Xiaoqi said seriously: "It is about saying that a certain girl likes a certain young man, wishful thinking to please the other party, and does all kinds of things to win the other party's heart." ”

Shu'er nodded with her mouth open, realized something in her heart, and then drew inferences: "Is that the pawnshop owner like his mother before?" ”

This kid's consciousness is very high! Mo Xiaoqi snorted and laughed, he always felt that he had picked up a treasure in this world, this tree was so likable.

"Yes, yes, Shu'er is right, that's a typical self-inflicted sentiment." Mo Xiaoqi nodded with a smile, but was stumped by Shu'er's next question.

"Mother, that's an idiom, isn't it? Daddy said that the idiom is the most useful, can you teach me to write this idiom? The tree opened her mouth and said.

Mo Xiaoqi took a turn in his heart, is there a traditional Chinese character for the four words "self-inflicted"?

After struggling with my heart for a while, I was sure that there was not.

"Hahaha, Shu'er, do you want to test your mother's mother? Come on, come on, let my mother teach you. Mo Xiaoqi took a brush and wrote the words "self-inflicted" on the paper.

Shu'er imitated very obediently on the side, and Mo Xiaoqi breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she can still write these four words, so as not to lose face in front of the child, after all, she has always been the almighty mother in Shu'er's heart.

Mo Xiaoqi secretly vowed that if he could have power one day, he would vigorously promote simplified characters.

It's not like she hasn't tried to learn to write traditional characters, but she has a hard time discerning which characters are traditional and which aren't.

Cuicui, who was illiterate, even picked up a branch like a tree and learned it next to her.

"Hey, Cuicui, you want to learn too?" Mo Xiaoqi was like finding a companion, and finally found someone who couldn't write by his side.

Cuicui nodded, showing a slightly shy look, she knew that not being able to read and hyphenate would cost her a lot of opportunities.

Mo Xiaoqi clapped his hands and immediately said: "It's better to be like this, you can be a maid for Shu'er, and I will ask a teacher to come back and teach you both together." Well, spending a share of money and teaching two students, not bad, not bad. ”

Of course, she also wants to learn, but this kind of thing, it seems that the more she has a foundation in simplified characters, the more difficult it is to learn to write traditional characters.

In the palace, Zhao Hongyi visited his father, and the emperor smiled teasingly.

"Emperor, how is it? Do you like the gift from your father? ”

Zhao Hongyi turned around in his mind, probably the gift the emperor said was referring to that group of beauties, right?

Helpless, he could only nod and say, "Erchen, I like it tightly." ”

He can't say in front of the emperor that he doesn't like those beauties, right? If anything, it is not the case.

"Emperor, you want to add grandchildren to your father and emperor as soon as possible, it's really not okay, granddaughters are also okay." The emperor gave Zhao Hongyi a seat, and between the words, it was nothing more than how to solve Zhao Hongyi's broken sleeve feelings.

Even if Zhao Hongyi repeatedly emphasized that he was not a broken sleeve, the emperor did not believe it at all.

Zhao Hongyi was helpless and couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only bow his head and say: "Father, the son knows it." ”

Soon, you will have grandchildren, but Zhao Hongyi feels that now is not the time to say it.

Mo Xiaoqi has a special identity, and she must be introduced to the world on a formal occasion.

That was his wife Zhao Hongyi and her princess.

Zhao Hongyi returned to the palace from the palace, and the craftsman with quick hands and feet had replaced the plaque of the mansion, on which were the three big characters of "Xuanwangfu" carved by the emperor himself.

Shu'er is happily directing Xiaohuzi to hang his masterpiece "self-inflicted" peacock picture in his room at the moment.

"Little Huzi, a little to the left." The tree was commanding with his head held high below, and he always felt that the left side was not good, and the right side was not good.

What are the drawbacks? Shu'er pondered for a long time, and then said with a flash of inspiration: "Sister Cuicui, you go and help me pluck a peacock's tail feathers." ”

The tree began to fantasize in her mind that if she glued the peacock feather to this frame, it would be very suitable.

Cuicui was embarrassed, that is the sacred bird of southern Yunnan, she is a little maidservant, she can only dare to pluck peacock feathers?

Mo Xiaoqi also thinks that this matter can't be done, what a cruel thing it is to pluck peacock feathers!

She didn't want Shu'er to become a cruel child, so she persuaded: "Shu'er is good, it's better to be." Let's not hang this painting first, and wait for my mother to buy a peacock feather, let's hang it again, okay? Look, if you pluck peacock feathers, how painful the peacock should be. ”

Shu'er thought about it, and then gave up the idea.

Zhao Hongyi happened to see this scene, and couldn't help but smile: "It's just peacock feathers, trees, go, Daddy will take you to find it." ”

"Hongyi, you can't teach him to hurt those peacocks." Mo Xiaoqi made a face, "If you dare to go, I will pluck your hair first." ”

Seeing his prince's timid appearance, Xiaohuzi shrunk his neck, wondering if his eyes were broken?

His master was so afraid of his wife, and besides, his wife was still called by his master's name just now.

He felt that he had to hug the thighs of his wife and the little master, and he was just around the corner, plus the lady and the young master were so amiable and approachable.

"Xiaoqi, you misunderstood, I didn't take the tree to pluck the feathers." Zhao Hongyi usually has a straight face in the palace, but at the moment he has a flattering expression.

"When I went to Hutou Mountain to save you, a peacock happened to die in the house, and I thought that the housekeeper must have put the hair away."

Zhao Hong's implication is that he wants to take the tree to get the feathers of the dead peacock, instead of pulling out the live peacock alive.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoqi frowned and nodded and agreed to the two of them.

Shu'er was held in Zhao Hongyi's arms, and the two fathers and sons walked out happily, but as soon as they went out, Zhao Hongyi's face changed.

He cautiously said to Shu'er: "Shu'er, you are a good boy of your father, you will definitely not sue your mother, right?" ”

Shu'er nodded seriously and said, "Definitely not." Daddy, let's go find peacock feathers! ”

The father and son quietly walked towards the cage where the peacock was kept, and on the way Shu'er asked, "Daddy, aren't we going to get the peacock feathers?" Why go this way. ”

He remembered this direction, but it was the place where the peacocks were raised.

"Hehe, this is our manly little secret, there are no dead peacocks, we have to pluck a feather back now." After Zhao Hongyi finished speaking, he put the tree on the ground.

The peacock in the cage saw the father and son, and proudly stepped forward and spread his tail.

"Daddy, quick, pluck." The tree screamed excitedly.

Zhao Hongyi immediately made a decision, put his hand into the cage and pulled out the peacock feather.

Looking at the peacock feather in his hand, Shu'er was very happy, smiled and stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhao Hongyi's cheek