It's over! After eloping, I was caught by my cold husband and taken back to his room

After entering, the emperor looked around the room and sighed helplessly again.

It seems that Lu Huaiyang has indeed suffered a lot here!

There were tables and chairs in the yard, and some mosquito-repellent plants around it, so it was fine.

After coming in, Ye Nanyue invited the female family members into the house.

Although it is simple, it is clean.

Ping An took the emperor for a stroll. The yard was only this big, so they finished looking around in no time.

When they came back, tea had already been prepared and placed on the table inside and outside the house.

There was no good tea, only honeysuckle, bamboo leaves and dried wild chrysanthemums.

Lu Huaiyang asked everyone to sit down, poured a cup of tea for the emperor, and said, "It's just coarse tea, please don't mind it, sir."

In fact, you could also buy better tea, but it would be a bit deliberate in front of the emperor.

The emperor nodded and looked at the tea set, tables and chairs, which were quite clean.

He picked up the teacup, smelled it, and nodded: "It's very fragrant."

After drinking two sips, it was very soothing.

The emperor nodded and said, "Yes, the tea I drink all day is not as fresh as this."

Lu Huaiyang said, "If you like it, I'll bring some for you when you leave. We still have a lot at home."

"If possible... bring some to my son's mother... too, so she can rest assured that her son is doing well."

Hearing Lu Huaiyang say this, the old emperor couldn't help but be moved.

He sighed, looked at Lu Huaiyang and asked, "When do you plan to return to Beijing?"

When the emperor asked this, everyone's eyes fell on Lu Huaiyang's face.

The emperor asked this...the meaning was already very clear.

This is to find out Lu Huaiyang's identity and let him go back openly...

However, Lu Huaiyang knelt before the emperor, his tone and voice becoming more serious: "My son does not want to embarrass the master. If I go back now... the family will be in chaos."

"Besides, it's good for my son to be here. If you want, I can bring Ping An to see you quietly at any time."

The emperor looked at Lu Huaiyang deeply and said, "Okay, okay. You are right. There is no rush. We will have to go back sooner or later."

After the emperor said this, the Minister of Works and Magistrate Lu looked at each other and immediately understood.

The meaning is already very clear!

County Magistrate Lu was even happier.

It is a great thing for Lu Huaiyang to be able to go back.

"Those potatoes...did you ask your fifth brother to take them back?" The emperor looked at Lu Huaiyang and asked, his tone suddenly becoming much more serious.

Lu Huaiyang lowered his head even lower, kowtowed and said, "My son dare not take credit for it. It was Ping'an's mother who found it in the back mountain."

"My son secretly contacted my fifth brother and asked him to send him to the palace. He also borrowed some people from him to search everywhere and found quite a few."

The emperor is so smart. It’s okay for him to feel sorry for his son, but you can’t really treat him as a fool!

So, he still has to speak out about what he did.

Otherwise, it would be meaningless when the emperor asks about it himself.

The emperor nodded, and the expression on his face eased a little.

"You have made a contribution this time. As for your case...I will have someone investigate it after I return," said the emperor.

Old Man Ye and the village head looked at each other, bewildered.

"My son wants to stay and see how the crops are growing here. He also found some other edible seeds."

Lu Huaiyang continued, "Please have dinner here, Master. Nanyan will make it for you and the two adults to taste together."

"Oh? Are there other seeds?"

The emperor was a little surprised: "Then I must give it a try."

Lu Huaiyang nodded: "As long as the master doesn't mind."

The Minister of Works said hurriedly, "Seventh Young Master is about to make another contribution!"

The emperor nodded, agreeing with the Minister of Works and seemed to be in a good mood.

Ping An said hurriedly, "Dad has done a great job, but what about my mother? The food she cooks is so delicious!"

The emperor said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad, little fellow. Didn't you say you would practice calligraphy for me? Where's your copybook? Take it out and let Grandfather see it."

Ping An looked at the emperor with a puzzled look on his face, and said, "Grandfather, what is a calligraphy copybook? Ping An doesn't have one."

"You don't know what a calligraphy copybook is?"

The emperor looked at Ping An in surprise, his expression astonished: "If you don't know what a calligraphy copybook is, how do you practice calligraphy on a daily basis?"

Ping An looked at the emperor with confused eyes and said, "Ping An practiced on the slate in the room with a pen. I wrote on it this morning, but... it must be dry by now."

"Grandfather wants to see it, so Ping An has to write it to you temporarily, okay?"

The old emperor felt both distressed and reluctant when he saw Ping'an's innocent look.

I immediately sighed and asked him helplessly, "Are you practicing writing on the slate on the ground?"

Ping An nodded: "Yeah, our family doesn't have that much silver grandfather."

The emperor: “…” He felt even more distressed.

Ping An said, and bravely took the emperor's hand: "Grandfather, come with me."

The emperor stood up, and everyone else immediately followed suit.

Ping'an took the emperor to the main hall.

The doors and windows of the main room were open, so it was quite bright.

On the table in the main room, there was a worn-out brush, a book, and a broken bowl with a chip on it.

There was half a bowl of water left in the bowl. After Ping An came in, Ye Nanyue, An Shi and others also stood up hurriedly.

Ping An said to Ye Nanyue, "Mom, I want to write something for Grandpa to see."

Ye Nanyue and An both saluted the emperor. Ye Nanyue nodded and said, "Okay, then you must write well."

Ping An nodded, then picked up the brush and the broken bowl, dipped them in water and started to work, squatting down to write.

The old emperor felt more and more uncomfortable when he saw Ping'an like this.

It hurts so much.

Ping'an didn't write very fast. As a four-year-old, his writing was naturally not as good as those famous calligraphers the emperor had met.

But compared to those grandchildren in Beijing who only know how to play, Ping'an is so outstanding!

Ping An wrote several lines in one breath, and he was very familiar with it.

You can tell at first glance that this is practiced often and it’s definitely not a show!

On the side, the Minister of Works, Magistrate Lu and others were watching and were also secretly surprised.

Ye Nanyue herself was both relieved and surprised.

The original owner didn't care much about Ping An and Lu Huaiyang. She didn't know whether she deliberately ignored Ping An's daily calligraphy practice or had never seen it.

In short, there is no memory of it.

Ping An wrote a long string of words before he looked up and asked the emperor, "Grandfather, please take a look at what Ping An has written."

The emperor watched it carefully, nodded approvingly, and commented: "Not bad, not bad. At such a young age, it's quite good to be able to do this."

The Minister of Works and Magistrate Lu also followed suit, praising him: "Young Master, you have a noble character at such a young age. Your calligraphy is quite good!"

The emperor took a closer look and could not help but say, "He has Huaiyang's character and is even smarter than Huaiyang when he was young..."