Jing Jian taught his son to practice swords very strictly every day, but fortunately, Xiao Yuhuan was very serious.

Even though he was so tired that he could barely walk at the end of the day, the firmness on his immature face remained the same.

Day after day, he tried to take on heavier responsibilities with his thin shoulders.

The strength, posture and speed of the sword dance are extremely important, and striving for precision requires extremely strict arm strength.

Xiao Yuhuan took the initiative to increase the daily strengthening of the arm strength exercise of the stone lifting project by two quarters of an hour.

Jing Jian was very relieved, and when he saw beads of sweat on Xiao Yuhuan's forehead, he was still a little distressed after all, and stepped forward.

Xiao Yuhuan noticed Jing Jian approaching, his arm that began to tremble because of soreness instantly straightened, he didn't want to show his fragile and incompetent side in front of Jing Jian, maybe it was out of self-esteem that he hadn't yet understood, or maybe he wanted Jing Jian to see his hard work and ability.

Although he is the emperor of a country, he is only a child after all, and deep down he looks forward to being affirmed and praised, which will make him more determined and hardworking, and will also make him more proud.

Just when he straightened his waist and his head was in chaos, guessing whether Jing Jian wanted to reprimand him or correct his movements, he suddenly felt a shadow on his head, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to turn his head, and the soft silk was pasted on his forehead, which was slightly cool to the touch and a little wet, and wiped off his sweat beads gently.

"You ......"

Xiao Yuhuan's eyes widened in shock, and he felt the handkerchief rubbing his cheeks and chin all the way to his neck.

He blinked, blinked, his big and bright eyes were full of astonishment, he opened his mouth, and said incredulously, "Master, are you wiping my sweat?" ”

For the first time ever.

Many times before, he was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist, and when sweat dripped down his chin, didn't Jingjian turn a blind eye?

Why do you wipe his sweat so gently today?

Could it be some conspiracy?

The more Xiao Yuhuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he almost held his breath.

At this moment, Jing Jian's faint voice sounded: "The subordinates saw that the emperor was sweating, and he was afraid of delaying your practice, so he wiped it clean for you." How? Wouldn't the emperor want to? ”

Not really.

The sweat was wiped clean, and he was indeed much more comfortable.

The cold touch relieved his tired and hot body for a moment.

He just...... Fantastic.

"Your Majesty, there is still a quarter of an hour, and you can rest for a while."

Jing Jian kindly reminded: "In a few days, it will be the emperor's birthday, these days can end early, and the emperor can have more time to be filial in front of the queen mother." ”

"My birthday?"

Xiao Yuhuan was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little happy in his heart, and even the strange feeling in his heart was dispelled, he looked up and smiled brightly: "The queen mother told me yesterday that she would make me a birthday gift with her own hands." Master, since you know that my birthday is approaching, do you have a gift for me? ”

Hearing this, Jing Jian was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were filled with warmth, which made his originally cold face a little softer, he nodded, and said in a low voice: "Yes, my subordinates will prepare birthday gifts for the emperor." ”

This is Xiao Yuhuan's first birthday since he ascended the throne, and it should be redone, Su Chengxi did send someone to prepare for this matter in advance, preparing for a big event, how many calculations and thoughts are hidden in it, and others can't guess it.

However, this does not affect Xiao Yuhuan's liking for his birthday.

As soon as his birthday passed, he turned seven years old.

He also received a lot of gifts at the birthday party.

I still remember that when I was very young, the gifts given to him by my father and queen mother were all made by myself, and he liked it very much.

It's just that the queen mother sent back the rare treasures collected from everywhere, although he also liked it very much, but those rare treasures were not much different from those given to him by others, which made him feel a little lost in his heart.

But fortunately, this year, the queen mother is going to make a birthday gift for him again.