Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1968

Before they could figure out what was going on, they heard the children clamoring for their mothers. The wet nurses came in groups.

Bei Hui wanted to stop her, but was afraid of disturbing the lady.

But he couldn't stop her, because Yi Yi, the loud voice, was already shouting from a distance, "Mom, Mom, hold me!"

Shi Anxia finally came back to his senses and folded the letter carefully and put it into his sleeve.

She first leaned over and kissed her second daughter's pink cheek, then gently hugged her youngest daughter San San into her arms. Finally, she poked her son's forehead with a finger, pressing against his fluttering, "You! Did you listen carefully to Master Song's lecture today?"

"Mother is partial to me!" Yi Yi was dissatisfied. He grabbed his mother's hand and dived into her arms.

He pushed San San aside and wiggled in his mother's arms, looking up at his little face covered with grass and grinning, "Master Song is so incompetent! I can recite everything he taught me."

Shi Anxia was so angry that she twisted her son's ear, "Master Song is not talented and learned? Say it again! You don't even know how to respect your teacher. Have you read all those sage books into a dog's stomach?"

Yi Yi was dissatisfied and curled her lips.

Shi Anxia recited a few famous poems, and he recited them fluently. He could also recite the more difficult ones, although he would stutter occasionally.

He was very competitive and was afraid of being laughed at by his mother when he stuttered while reciting, so he stood up straight, pretended to be serious, shook his head and slowed down his pace so that he could prepare the recitation in his mind.

Shi Anxia taught him, "It's normal if you can't recite it, or recite it wrong. People don't need to be too perfect. Being too strong will hurt yourself."

He also said, "You must learn to accept failure and setbacks, otherwise your life will be very difficult."

Yi Yi was stubborn and argued earnestly, "Mother, my son will not fail. I can really recite all of them. I am smarter than other children. If mother doesn't believe me, just wait and see!"

He stood a foot away from his mother and recited everything that Master Song had taught him. He recited it word for word, although he still stuttered occasionally, but he quickly adjusted himself.

When he stuttered, sweat broke out on his forehead, as he was trying his best to perform in front of his mother.

Shi Anxia nodded and praised, "Well, very good. It seems that Master Song taught well."

Yi Yi said seriously, "Mother, I learned this well on my own. It has nothing to do with whether Master Song taught me or not. He doesn't know as much as I do."

"Nonsense! Master Song is a top scholar, full of poetry and books, but he doesn't know as much as you!" Shi Anxia was so angry that she pinched the soft flesh on his cheek again. "If I hear you say this kind of nonsense again, I'll beat you up! You know, there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people. There are many people who are more capable than you..."

"Mother, Yi Yi is the best!" He stood with his hands behind his back like Master Song usually did, looking very stubborn.

Shi Anxia said, "Your uncle is the most powerful, he..."

"My uncle the Emperor is naturally the best and most powerful," Yi Yi interjected, "He can let me ride a horse."

"It's not your uncle who is the emperor. You also have an uncle who is the number one scholar."

"Who is greater, the emperor or the number one scholar? Who is more powerful?" they asked seriously one by one.

This! It’s really hard to answer.

After the children's commotion, Shi Anxia felt much better. In the evening, when Cen Yuan came back, she handed him the poem and read, "Something happened in the capital."

Cen Yuan took a look and found no problem. He paused for a moment on the words she circled and frowned, "You guys are still playing with acrostics?"

He saw the clues, "My mother is in trouble. Is it related to Emperor Zhaowu?" After a brief thought, he said, "The matter should not be as serious as you think. If it was Emperor Zhaowu who did it, it would be easier to deal with."

Shi Anxia was relieved at this. "Do you also think that if it was Emperor Zhaowu who did it, there would be room for change?"

Cen Yuan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, did he...have feelings for you in your last life?"