Fu Feiyan saw that he didn't respond, so forget it, people say "noble people speak late", his son is naturally a nobleman, and it is normal to speak later.

Full of wine and food, oh no, after full of food, it was time for Xuan Liuyao to go back to his house to sleep. His house was in the row of wings facing east of the Evening Palace. Go out from this main house, walk a few more steps, and you will be there.

Fu Feiyan's first two sons died early and died later, she was suspicious, suspecting that they were victimized, so she looked at him very closely and did not let him leave the Wanqing Palace for half a step.

At this time, Mama was ready to take him into the Westinghouse. Xuan Liuyao stopped, looked at the shadow wall carved with some peony flowers at the gate of the palace, and after looking at it for a while, he raised his head and said calmly to his grandmother: "I want to go out for a walk." ”

"Huh?" Mama was a little dazed. It's been two years, and it's the first time she heard the little prince make a request, and she didn't know whether to agree for a while, or did she ask Queen Fu Feiyan first?

Without allowing her to think about it too much, Xuan Liuyao had already walked towards the palace gate without looking back. He was so sure that they wouldn't dare stop him.

The gate of the Wanqing Palace was wide, and he tiptoed, his hand stretched out about an arm's length from the bolt that was inserted.

Behind him, the grandmother followed, but instead of opening the door for him, she grabbed his wrist and pulled it back: "Your Highness, it's time to sleep." ”

Ouch - his hand reached for the deadbolt in vain, and he was dragged away.

Mama quickly took off his coat, shoes and socks for him, and handed over the hot towel that had been prepared on the side, covered his face hotly, and wiped his forehead, eyes, nose, and mouth...... After a gentle and deftly swim around his head and neck, another hot towel swam around his two little feet.

Then he was stuffed into the bed, and only a small face was exposed, and his hands and feet were pressed under the wide quilt, and he moved, and Mama pressed it for him harder, and pressed it firmly, as if she were going to make him into a silkworm chrysalis.

It's just, it's dark.

Xuan Liuyao looked at the top of the tent helplessly and sighed, and Mama reminded in time by the bedside: "Your Highness, it's time to close your eyes." ”

Sounds a bit unlucky. Xuan Liuyao obediently closed his eyes, lest Mama say anything unlucky.

The first time I opened my mouth, I couldn't even say a gust of wind. Fortunately, the wind could still blow the corners of his clothes, but he only blew a cowhide that was not in shape. No one even screamed or congratulated him for speaking, as calm as this watery night.

Isn't that what he wants?

Xuan Liuyao slowly fell asleep calmly and in a lost place. When he was about to enter the city, a scream suddenly sounded in his ears, and his shoulders, which were not yet broad, were grabbed tightly, and the man was still shaking him vigorously.

He struggled to crawl out of his sleep and open his eyes. In front of her was Fu Feiyan, who was wearing loose hair, her eyes were wide open, and she looked surprised: "Liuyao, I heard that you spoke?" Quick, say a word to the queen mother! ”

He was about to speak, but Fu Feiyan scooped him up, hugged him heavily, and took a bite of the "horn" above his head, so stuffy that he almost didn't take a breath.

Finally Fu Feiyan let go of him, he took two breaths, and her two hands held his face vigorously: "Son, call the queen mother!" ”

His cheeks were pressed tightly by her excited hands, and he wanted to scream, but his jaw couldn't move, his mouth couldn't open, and he could only stare blankly at her. Seeing that Fu Feiyan's face turned into surprise and sadness, she turned her head to the grandmother and said, "Where can he speak?" You want to give me a reward. ”

Not really. Xuan Liuyao wanted to explain, but Fu Feiyan let go of him, didn't look back, and left in a huff.

He watched her leave.

He looked at Mama, and Mama looked at him, but no one spoke. It's always his own fault, Xuan Liuyao lay back with a weak heart, obediently pulled the quilt by himself, and closed his eyes.

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On the second day, Xuan Liuyao and Fu Feiyan had breakfast together.

There are already several dishes on the table, which contain fragrant and delicate preserved egg and lean pork porridge, brown and crispy sesame triangle cakes, oily and smooth one-sided fried dumplings, yellow and delicate dried radish, and refreshing and juicy pickled cucumbers, all of which exude an attractive aroma.

Fu Feiyan was already sitting at the table in a bright pink and purple regular clothes, although his face was calm, there was a little cunning in the calm, as if he was waiting to calculate him. However, Xuan Liuyao had nothing to make her calculate, and sat on the chair next to the table as usual.

The dishes were placed in the center of the table, and there was no one to serve him porridge. He stretched out his hand to reach the triangle cake in the middle, but Fu Feiyan grabbed his wrist and couldn't move.

He looked at her suspiciously, Fu Feiyan picked up a piece of bread with his other hand, shook it in front of his eyes, and dodged his other hand that wanted to grab the cake, and said gently but firmly in his mouth: "Do you want to eat?" If you want to eat, say, "Mother, the child will eat bread." ”

Her words were clear, and Xuan Liuyao opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound. Do you have to beg for breakfast like this?

No, he didn't want to.

He withdrew his uncaught hand, and let Fu Feiyan hold the triangular cake almost to his face, just staring at the various breakfasts on the table fixedly, occasionally rolling his eyes slowly and imperceptibly.

He was unhappy, he was an immortal, and being able to eat with him was a blessing she had cultivated for several lifetimes.

A sesame seed fell to his lips in a swing, he stretched out his tongue to lick the sesame seeds, and slowly rolled them into his mouth, the fragrance was fragrant, but it caused the gluttony in his stomach to rise, he couldn't help it, and was ready to scold.

"Mother, give me bread." The words spoken were gentle and soft.

The pie stopped shaking before his eyes, and his clenched wrist was free.

Xuan Liuyao raised his hand, grabbed the cake into his hand, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and raised his eyes to remind the palace maid waiting on the side: "Give me a bowl of porridge." ”

A bowl of lean porridge with a rich fragrance was placed in front of him, he scooped it with a spoon, put it to his lips and tested the temperature before putting it in his mouth. Fu Feiyan beside him was silent, he raised his eyes to look at her, and found that she was looking at him steadily, bursting into tears.

"Son." Fu Feiyan trembled her lips excitedly, stretched out her arms and stood up, seemingly wanting to take him into her arms again.

Xuan Liu slid off the chair and ran to the yard to eat the triangular cake.

Eating breakfast, such a hug, not afraid of choking him.

Fu Feiyan hugged the air, like a bright chrysanthemum pestle in place. After a while, she took a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, Shi Shiran walked to the courtyard and picked up Xuan Liuyao's hand: "Good girl, go in and eat." ”

What could he do? He was only three years old, he couldn't beat and couldn't fight, he couldn't break free, he could only obediently follow her into the house, and when he crossed the threshold, his steps were lower, and half of his body pounced, fortunately Fu Feiyan held his hand tightly, and he just knelt on the ground on one knee, and didn't throw himself into the ground.

But the knee that knelt down hit the ground hard, and it hurt for a while, but I was afraid that it was already bruised.

Xuan Liuyao stood up with Fu Feiyan's hand, rubbed his knees silently, and sat back at the table with pain, it was better to eat breakfast first. This porridge was so fragrant that he overflowed tears, he sniffed and continued to stuff a fried dumpling into his mouth, the dumplings rolled in the hot oil were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the skin and filling were more fragrant, which made people cry.

He couldn't admit that he was crying.

The poor reincarnated Immortal of the Realm was in tears, and at the same time, under the snickering laughter of others, he finished a complete breakfast.

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Now that he can speak, Fu Feiyan is relieved, and then thinks about letting him study. After all, after he is old, he will catch up with other princes in terms of knowledge, and he will have more weight in the inheritance of the throne in the future.

The three princes of the imperial concubine Mei Ziqing have invited Mr., a thin old man in his seventies and eighties, known as the young master of Pingyang. However, it is said in the palace that the young master of Pingyang has lived for hundreds of years, and he himself can't remember what year he was born, only that he knows that the world has changed dynasties, and he has been a teacher of more than a dozen princes.

Fu Feiyan wanted to ask Xuan Liuyao for a teacher alone, she thought in her heart, but she didn't know who to invite, this matter had to be agreed by the saint.

On this day, the emperor Xuan was able to visit the queen in the evening palace, and by the way, he took a look at his youngest son.

Xuan Shide is over forty years old this year, although he is in the prime of life, his body is not strong. In the early years, when he was the prince, he fought in the south and the north, and after ascending the throne, he got up early and was greedy for darkness, reviewing and reviewing the folds, dealing with national affairs, and taking time to find concubines to have children.

Although there are many children, there are only three children left by Concubine Mei Ziqing and one by Queen Fu Feiyan, adding up to only four sons, and none of them are adults.

In addition to teaching, the young master of Pingyang will also alchemy, and from time to time he will offer a few "elixirs". Every time Xuan Shi had a hundred times more energy after eating the "elixir", he only felt that he could live for another 500 years. However, the medicinal effect of the pill is only a few months, and after the medicinal effect, people are more empty, but it doesn't matter, the young master of Pingyang can always offer another "elixir" in time.

At this time, Xuan Liuyao saw his father in the Wanqing Palace again, his father's eyes were deeply sunken, his cheekbones were protruding, and only a pair of eyes were frighteningly bright.

Xuan Liuyao had heard that the emperor was taking the "elixir" offered by the young master of Pingyang, and he naturally did not believe that there could be a steady stream of elixir in the world. However, others are soft-spoken, knowing that their father will not listen to him.

Even when Fu Feiyan spoke, Xuan Shi might not have listened. Just like at this time, Fu Feiyan discussed with him: "Saint, Liuyao can already speak, and now that he is three years old, he can ask Mr. Kaimeng for him." ”

Xuan Shide replied: "Just go to Qingming Yuan and let the young master of Pingyang teach together." ”

"Young Master Pingyang has already taught three princes, but I'm afraid that I don't have the energy to teach Liuyao again, so the concubine wants to invite another gentleman, right?"

"In this move, Pingyang Young Master is knowledgeable, well-versed in ancient and modern, looking at today, I am afraid that no one can match. If you don't need such a good teacher, why bother looking for another one who is far inferior to him? ”

Although Fu Feiyan felt awkward, she had no reason to refute it, so she could only respond.

Of course, she hoped that Xuan Liuyao would have a good teacher, but she was afraid that he would be bullied by Mei Ziqing's three sons when he went to Qingming Garden. What's more, she felt that the old man of Pingyang Young Master was a little gloomy and compassionate, and the intestines in her stomach were twisting and turning, and she was afraid that she would not treat Xuan Liuyao sincerely.

But there is no way to do it at the moment, you can't stop Xuan Liuyao from studying, and this Fu Feiyan is even more unwilling.

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A few days later, Xuan Liuyao was sent to Qingming Yuan by Fu Feiyan and several palace people from Wanqing Palace.

When he entered the door again, he had to go in alone.

"Liuyao, you go in. I asked Ah Jiu to wait outside the door. If you can't get used to it, you can ask Ah Jiu to bring you back. Fu Feiyan advised.

Xuan Liuyao nodded obediently, crossed the high threshold, turned the shadow wall, walked through the square courtyard, and walked into the main house with a few bookcases.

In addition to the bookcase where Mr. in front of him was sitting, there were four bookcases neatly arranged, two in the front and two in the back, with a slight distance of an arm's width in the middle. Three of them are already seated.

He heard Fu Feiyan say that the three princes at the moment are all the sons of Concubine Mei, twelve-year-old Xuan Sanjin, nine-year-old Xuan Sisi, and five-year-old Xuan Wuyao. At this time, they were sitting in their respective seats, staring at him in unison.