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"Oh, good girl, please sit down. I'll just wait by the side," Qi Yuan did not forget his responsibilities.

He can't be distracted.

Your Majesty's safety is more important than anything else.

Ah Hao shook her head. Whether she wanted to do it or not was secondary.

"I'll just wait by the side."

Murong Yue tilted her head and glanced at her, "Okay, you do it too."

Ah Hao couldn't persuade His Majesty, so he sat obediently beside him, reached out and grabbed a piece of clay, thought for a while, and prepared to make a small teacup.

It is quite satisfactory.

What should I pinch? Murong Yue scratched his head.

After thinking for a while, I came up with an idea. I decided to make a little rabbit.

The obedient little Huihui took her to find the portrait of her mother.

It’s just that ideals are beautiful, but reality is disappointing.

She didn't need to use the clay to make the little rabbit; she could just use her hands to make it.

A round body, a round head, a round tail, and long ears.

So, under the watchful eyes of Qi Yuan and A Hao, balls of varying sizes were rolled out and then pressed together.

Your Majesty, what are you doing?

Sesame cake?

sweet dumpling?

No, there are two long handles... It must be a scoop...

Solid water scoop.

Forget it, as long as Your Majesty is happy.

After Murong Yue finished it, she thought for a while, then pinched a bigger ball and poked it a few times with a bamboo clip.

Now that we have a little rabbit, of course we need a little hedgehog.

Ah Hao kept shaking his head.

It seems that His Majesty is probably hungry, after all, he actually made a big round bun.

The coloring step is not difficult for Murong Yue. The rabbit is gray and the hedgehog is brown.

Just apply it and you're done.

An hour later, Ah Hao paid the money, took a delivery note, and Murong Yue left satisfied.

Murong Yue is hungry.

The shops along Changle Street were crowded, so she had no choice but to go back to the palace to eat.

As soon as those people left, Boss Zeng's face was filled with sorrow.

It’s not for any other reason, it’s just that these three things, except for the water cup, the other two are just too ugly.

And he couldn't tell what it was.

This is how to do?

He kept scratching his head.

There is no way. Promoting Zeng’s porcelain is to promote the porcelain craft and make money.

If the items made by the customers are not fired well, the reputation of Zeng's porcelain will inevitably be affected.

But therein lies the problem: most customers’ skills are not very good, and nine out of ten porcelains they fire will crack or break.

Therefore, in his free time, apart from doing the accounting, he would wait for the customers to leave and then copy the customers' works to make up for them.

If the color is uneven, he will be responsible for repainting it.

If he sees that the water-soil ratio is not right and the piece will crack when it enters the kiln, he will make a new one based on the customer's work.

Most of the customers’ works are relatively simple, and he can make several by hand in the time it takes to stick an incense stick.

But this young man today...really surprised him.

It looked like it was about to crack. He wanted to make a new one for the customer, but he didn't know what it was.

He tried several times to restore it one-to-one, but failed.

Either the ball cannot be pinched together or the proportions are wrong.

He spent the whole night pinching these two ugly things.

Wuwuwu——

want to cry.

So, the next day, since the market was over and it was New Year's Day soon, the ladies and gentlemen were too busy to come and play, so Boss Zeng simply closed the shop and took a day off.

But he couldn't rest completely, as he still had to make these ugly things.

Sitting in Zeng's porcelain kiln, Boss Zeng was extremely exhausted both physically and mentally.

Qi Yuan, who came during the lunch break, frowned and asked, "Why is the store closed?"

He saw that Ah Hao made a teacup yesterday.

I want to go to the store to make an identical one today. Then I will have a cup at home that is exactly the same as Ah Hao’s teacup. I feel inexplicably happy just thinking about it.

But why is it closed...

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Murong continued to learn calligraphy with Li Xuanji.

After yesterday's brief happiness, she almost suffered from insomnia again at night when she looked at the portrait and the big pearl in her hand.

Today, when I was learning to write, I also pursed my lips and said nothing.

Just concentrate on writing.

Although his handwriting was crooked and he couldn't write complex characters, Li Xuanji was very pleased.

Your Majesty's demeanor is somewhat similar to that of the past.

At the same time, a sense of loss welled up in my heart.

If Your Majesty recovers, will he become like before, working day and night tirelessly, like a machine?

Ugh...

It can be seen that Your Majesty is worried.

He asked Ah Hao privately, and Ah Hao also said he didn't know.

Then we can only wait for Your Majesty to come to his senses.

"Teacher, I'm tired."

Murong Yue raised her head. She hadn't eaten well for two days and her face looked a little thinner.

A hint of grievance flashed in his big eyes.

Li Xuanji felt distressed, "Then let's stop here today, Your Majesty."

After everyone left, Murong Yue took out two envelopes from under the pillow.

One was a letter from Yan Qinghe, and the other was a letter taken out of the iron box.

She has learned a lot of words in the past few days, but it is still not enough for her to read letters.

I stuffed the letter back under my pillow in frustration.

"His Majesty?"

"I brought the little hedgehog and the little rabbit."

Ah Hao asked tentatively.

She also wanted to make His Majesty happier.

"Ah."

The food in the palace is good, and the two little guys have obviously grown up.

Each one is round and cute.

The little hedgehog was crawling around on the table, and Murong Yue reached out and pushed the little guy down.

The little hedgehog changed direction and continued to climb.

After being pushed down, he crawled in another direction.

The back simply curled up into a ball and didn't move at all.

All the thorns on his body stood up.

"Hahaha--"

Murong Yue finally smiled.

"Oh, do you think they both have a mother?"

Ah Hao was peeling peanuts for His Majesty and replied with a smile, "Of course."

"However, hedgehogs and rabbits both have many babies in a litter, so if they lose one of their babies, they may not remember it."

Sauce...

Murong Yue was slightly stunned.

What about humans? Is it the same?

My mother has another child. Did she forget me too? That’s why she never looked for me...

Murong Yue's mood dropped to the lowest point.

She wanted to lock herself up and not see anyone, or just leave this sad place.

Ah Hao placed a plate of peeled peanuts in front of her.

Smiling, she said, "The Emperor and the Empress Dowager only have one child, Your Majesty, so he must be missed."

Although Your Majesty has not received a letter from the Emperor for some time.

But inside and outside the palace, various arrangements and protections allow one to feel their love for Murong Yue anytime and anywhere.

what?

What?

what?

"Oh, you, say it again?"

Ah Hao covered her mouth and chuckled, "I heard that the Emperor and the Empress Dowager only have you as their only child, so they must be very worried about you."

Murong Yue widened her eyes, raised her finger and pointed at her nose, with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Just me, alone?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Really?"

"I would never dare to deceive Your Majesty on this matter," Feeling Murong Yue's shock, Ah Hao also became serious.

Could it be that Your Majesty has been unhappy for the past few days because he heard some rumors?

But the emperor emeritus indeed only has one child, Your Majesty.

Who on earth is the one who is so reckless as to gossip about His Majesty? He is making His Majesty unhappy!

Ah Hao had a smile on his face, but a storm was brewing in his eyes.

Murong Yue tilted her head, trying to sort out the matter in her mind.