you forced your ex-husband

The emperor seldom went to the concubine's place anymore. He usually went to the queen's place or went to Shenhetang to see his son.

There is no rush to build the Prince's Mansion, but study must be done quickly.

After deciding to let Chu Mei study, the emperor quickly summoned scholars to the palace to give lectures to Chu Mei every day.

When the bachelor came to give lectures, he was very surprised, Chu Mei was very knowledgeable, he didn't look like a child who hadn't studied for many years.

And Chu Mei's explanation is also very simple: as a prince and grandson, he was enlightened at the age of three or four, and after arriving in the palace, he did not lag behind in progress. He studied hard, so he learned a lot.

The bachelor lamented that Chu Mei was indeed a man who could be made, a dragon and a phoenix among men.

Chu Mei regularly invited the emperor to come to Shenhetang every day, saying that he wanted to report homework to the emperor.

When Sansan heard this reason, she felt that she could not refuse, because it is the duty of every parent to help children with homework!What's more, he only has one son, Chu Mei, and Chu Mei is so cute and cute, how could he have the heart to refuse?

However, when Sansan arrived at the study room, she found that she was not qualified to help children with their homework.

Chu Mei showed Sansan the article she had written, and Sansan read it at a glance, but didn't recognize a few words.

"..." Sansan asked modestly, "This word is...?"

Chu Mei said: "Maybe I wrote it too sloppily and the emperor didn't see it clearly. This character is 'he'. It's the 'he' of 'Zhu Niao Yi Zhi Xi Dan Ying Jiang He'."

Sansan was stunned.

Chu Mei added: "This word refers to the hard tube in the middle of the bird's feather."

"Is there another word for that thing?" Sansan was surprised.

Chu Mei smiled and said, "Yes."

"That, that Chinese is really broad and profound..." Sansan suddenly felt the helplessness of illiterate parents trying to help their children with homework.

Sansan picked up the writing brush casually, and subconsciously wanted to write down the newly learned characters, but found that she could not use a writing brush at all, and her handwriting looked like a dog crawling, which was an insult to the labor of making brushes, rice paper and inkstones The sweat of the people.

Sansan's face changed slightly, she put away her hands, and said, "Actually, I..."

In fact, the space-time administration will train, and the administrators sent to travel through ancient times to be nobles will learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

However, this time the task was to temporarily catch a strong man, and Sansan, an intern who had not received systematic training, was arrested, so he showed his timidity.

Sansan was a little flustered.

Chu Mei smiled and said: "Thank you, the emperor, for giving me the words, I will definitely frame them properly and put them in the study."

"Still framed?" Sansan's eyes darkened: Why did you frame my dark history?

Sansan waved her hand and said, "This word is too ugly, don't tell people that I wrote it."

Chu Mei only said: "This character is not ugly, it is very distinctive."

If Sansan couldn't be happy at all, it would be the same as being told, "You're not ugly, you just have special features".

But Chu Mei said again: "However, the emperor is the emperor after all, there will always be a few opportunities throughout the year to inscribe with the imperial pen..."

When Chu Mei said this, Sansan immediately became nervous.

That's right, what should he do if he encounters a situation where he needs to be given a calligraphy by the imperial pen?Also write a dog reptile?

Thinking of writing a dog crawling body in front of all civil and military officials, and then making it into a gilded plaque and hanging it up high for people to watch, that feeling is really...

Sansan's face turned red and then green.

Seeing this, Chu Mei smiled and said: "If the Emperor is free and bored, you can also practice calligraphy with me."

Hearing this, San San immediately cheered up: Yes, he can learn to write in the name of helping his son with his homework.

Sansan immediately nodded and said, "Okay, then let's study and make progress together!"

So, Sansan picked up the brush and started writing.

Chu Mei only said: "Forgive me, my errand, the emperor's writing posture is not right."

Sansan rubbed her nose, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Don't be presumptuous, don't be presumptuous... Actually, I'm not very good at it either, why don't you teach me!"

But Chu Mei said: "Seniors and children are orderly, monarchs and ministers are different, how can you let your sons and ministers be your husband?"

Sansan was caught in the loop, but after thinking about it carefully, he said, "'Learning has no seniority, and those who have mastered it first.' You are more enlightened than me, so naturally you are the teacher."

Chu Mei said with a smile: "Then if I were a gentleman, I would have the airs of a gentleman. In the study, I neither call you the emperor nor perform courtesies, what do you think?"

Sansan didn't care about these etiquette at all, and nodded naturally: "It's okay."

When Chu Mei got the answer she wanted, she smiled slightly and hugged Sansan's body from behind.

Sansan was unexpectedly trapped, and immediately froze: "Mei'er?"

But Chu Mei put her hand on Sansan's right elbow, lifted it lightly, and said, "Don't touch your elbow to the table."

"Oh, oh..." Sansan finally came to her senses, Chu Mei wanted to teach herself the correct posture!

After receiving Sansan's obedient response, Chu Mei laughed again, moved her hand from Sansan's elbow to her wrist, and still held it lightly: "The wrist also needs to be in the air."

"En." Sansan nodded obediently.

Seeing that Sansan still didn't resist, Chu Mei climbed up her hand and held Sansan's right hand in her palm: "I'll take you to write it down."

Chu Mei taught Sansan to write several copybooks.

But Sansan felt a little uncomfortable, moved her shoulders, and said, "I can write it myself."

Chu Mei wanted to say: You can't.

But Chu Mei endured it for a while, and let go of her hand.

Sansan sniffed, and asked Chu Mei: "What kind of scent is it on you? It smells quite nice, is it something rare?"

Chu Mei said: "It's not rare at all, it's all common materials."

Life in the palace was hard, Chu Mei was used to simplicity, so naturally she would not use expensive spices.

Chu Mei said: "The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, the nanny made me a five-drug sachet."

Saying that, Chu Mei took off the sachet embroidered with the pattern of five poisons on her waist, and handed it to Sansan.

Sansan took the five-drug sachet, sniffed it at the tip of her nose, smiled slightly, and said, "This is the fragrance, and it smells good. It smells much better than the one I use for lavender. It smells so sweet. It's too boring."

The incense on Sansan's clothes had a strong fragrance of makeup, which Emperor Chu Ning liked.Sansan traveled over here, although she didn't like the smell very much, she didn't ask the palace servants to use other incense.

Chu Mei thought of the incense on Sansan's body, so she said, "Since Sansan doesn't like it, why didn't you ask the servant to change the incense for you?"

"It's too troublesome." Sansan shook her head.

Chu Mei laughed, "You are now the Ninth Five-Year Venerable, it's just a matter of one sentence."

"It's a matter of one sentence for me, but not for the people below." Sansan shook her head and said, "I'm afraid it will take a lot of work."

When Chu Mei heard this, her heart moved slightly, she just said: "San San's temperament is soft and kind, not like someone who grew up in the palace."

Sansan was startled when she heard that, and said embarrassingly, "Why not?"

Chu Mei saw that Sansan looked a little frightened, so she comforted her with a smile and said, "I'm just saying it casually. If you like this taste, I'll prepare the spices for you, and I'll give you this sachet as well. Ready-made, not labor-intensive."

After Sansan finished practicing her calligraphy, she went back first.

He went directly to the queen's palace to have a meal and rest.

The novelty of flying over the eaves and walls with lightness has passed, and Sansan is too tired considering that the empress works day and night and has to carry herself to the sky in the early morning.Therefore, Sansan didn't mention much about flying.

It's just that Sansan is also used to coming to the queen's place to spend the night. It's good to save worry and secret medicine, so she often comes here to sleep in a small bed.

Sansan always went to bed earlier than the queen, because Sansan had nothing to do, but the queen had to take care of everything.

After Sansan fell asleep in the green gauze cupboard, the queen picked up the five-poison sachet that Sansan had untied, went outside, and asked Xiao Liangzi, "Go and check, this ugly sachet Which vixen made it?"

Xiao Liangzi glanced at it, and felt that the Wudu Xiangbao was not ugly at all, but he didn't dare to say it, so he could only reply: "Yes. It's just..."

"But what?" The queen glanced at him.

Xiao Liangzi swallowed, and said: "Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, and it is very common for the Inner Court Secretary to make Wudu sachets. Maybe this is made by embroidery workers, not Hu Meizi..."

Speaking of which, when he heard the word "Humeizi" from his young master's mouth, he still felt a great shock.

Yan Bowan concluded: "The inner court secretary must have made the most exquisite and gorgeous ones for the emperor. This one is too simple, and it is definitely not made by embroidery. Moreover, this sachet is half-old, not brand new. The emperor used to I haven't worn it before. It must have been used by someone else and it was given to him today. It must be a foxy girl who can send the used personal items to the emperor!"

Xiao Liangzi didn't expect that the eldest and young master, who is always informal, would have such small thoughts. After a long while, he said: "Master, you really have sharp eyes and a careful heart!"

"That's natural." Yan Bowan was as proud as usual.

But Xiao Liangzi said: "Actually, I think the emperor treats the master very sincerely. If the master asks the emperor directly, the emperor will definitely answer."

"I asked him what he was doing?" Yan Bowan fluttered his large gold-woven sleeves, his posture was as proud as a phoenix fluttering its wings, "wouldn't it make him think I'm jealous?"

Xiao Liangzi thought to himself: Aren't you?