After arriving, the mother and son went to catch fish and cook first. After feeding the little guy's belly round, Wen Wan went to find the last sheep-herding baby and asked him to take him to play with him for a day...v

The place where sheep is grazing is not far away, just on the back hillside.

Jinbao especially liked those sheep. He touched his hair and found that his mother had been sitting on the lawn in a daze. He came over with a smell of sheep and sat down next to Wenwan.

Wen Wan wrinkled her nose and felt a little disgusted, "Stay away from me."

While talking, he moved to the side.

Jinbao was not right, so he followed him as much as Wenwan moved, then pressed his little claws on the grass and rubbed them twice, held his cheeks, and looked like a little adult, "Why are you not happy today?"

He asked back gently and copingly, "Where is it?"

"It's obviously there."

Seeing Wenwan not speaking, the little guy started to buzz again, "When Jinbao is unhappy, he will miss his mother. Who do he think of when his mother is unhappy?"

"Of course I want to get into the treasure." Wen Wan replied weakly. She lifted the corners of her eyes with her hand, but she still felt that she hadn't had enough sleep.

She couldn't stand the smell of the little guy, and pointed her hand at the stream beside her, with a serious face, "Go over and wash your hands."

The little guy felt that his mother's tone was very unfriendly. He didn't dare to challenge, so he stood up obediently and walked to the stream to squat down. He clumsyly washed his paws first, then scooped water and wiped his face randomly.

Wen Wan was staring at the ant on the grass and suddenly felt a chill on her head. She thought it was raining. When she looked up, the little guy stood in front of her and shook all the water on her claws, which made her face full of it.

Seeing that his son was intentional, Wen Wan took out a veil to wipe the water stains and stared at him, "Come here!"

After the prank, the little guy who was afraid of being beaten smiled and ran away.

Seeing that he had not walked far away, Wenwan didn't follow him, and still sat there, looking at the direction of his son from time to time.

When the little guy came back, he squeezed a wreath in his flesh claws. It was probably the one who taught him to make it. It was quite like that. He was handing it to her as if he was attentive.

Wen Wan didn't answer, and looked at her son riding on the sheep's back, then she looked at her identical wreath on her head, and she felt very complicated.

She took the garland and put it on him, then carried the little guy off the sheep's back. As soon as she told him not to bully the sheep, he went to pull the wool.

“…”

I don’t know if it’s because of my bad mood, Wen Wan always feels that Jinbao is particularly annoying today.

What's even more excessive is that the little guy took advantage of her inattention and squatted to the stream with the water bag in his hand and specially picked up stones as big as fingernails and put them in. As soon as the clean water inside came out, he was happy and had a lot of fun.

Wenwan, who was thirsty and looked for water to drink, found that the water bag was filled with small stones, and she couldn't even pour it out, "..."

Unable to bear it, she raised her hand and greeted the little guy on the butt.

The sound of slaughtering a pig suddenly sounded by the stream.

He was so angry that his son was about to ascend to heaven. Wenwan had no intention of staying in the village to play. She quickly said goodbye to the peasant women and hurried back to the mansion.

As soon as the little guy came back, he was taken to the shower by Yuncai.

Wenwan lay on the bed and planned to take a nap. When she was pulling the quilt, she accidentally touched a note under Song Wei's pillow.

She opened it and saw that there were Song Wei's handwriting and wrote a line of small characters, which was very straightforward. She was afraid that she would be so depressed that she would hold it in her heart. He specifically told her son before going out in the morning, so the little guy might be particularly angry today, just let her just be angry.

Wen Wan looked at the notes, and the scene of a man holding a pen and writing this line seriously appeared in her mind. She thought of her son's actions during the day, and her lips raised up unconsciously.

——

Because of Song Wei's proposal, the itinerary to go to Jiangnan to escape the summer heat to celebrate the birthday of the empress dowager was cancelled.

When the empress dowager received the news, although she was surprised, she was not angry about it.

This time she went south was purely the emperor's idea. In fact, if she could, she would be too lazy to run away.

When I am older, I always like to be quiet and lively than when I am busy.

Especially in recent years, she has been prone to forget things and has become less and less fond of crowded places, and rarely attends palace banquets.

After lunch that day, the empress dowager was preparing to take a nap. She heard the servant report that the emperor was coming, so she had to cheer up again.

When Emperor Guangxi stepped into the threshold, Empress Dowager Renyi asked: "The emperor suddenly came to Ai's house, but what's the important thing?"

After Emperor Guangxi sat down, he apologized for himself. "I had already planned to put my mother's birthday party on the boat heading south. I never thought that the matter of leaving the border temporarily, so I could only apologize to my mother. When the war in the northwest is pacified, my son will take time to take you to enjoy the scenery of Jiangnan."

The Empress Dowager waved her hand, "The Ai family is old and I don't have that energy anymore. Don't bother with it, so you can avoid being criticized by the people who are tired of the people. It will be lively in this palace."

Emperor Guangxi said: "My mother, great blessings and longevity, and there will be thousands of years to come, so why will she grow old?"

This kind of words can be heard every day, and the empress dowager has no feelings anymore. "The emperor suddenly came over, not just to say this to the Ai family, right?"

When he was seen through at first sight, Emperor Guangxi felt a little sad, "My mother has good eyesight, and my son is indeed here for something."

"What?"

"Does my mother have a painting of Mr. Liu in her hand?"

When the empress dowager heard her son suddenly ask this question, she wondered, "What does the emperor want to paint?"

Emperor Guangxi said truthfully: "The son-in-law and Song Wei played chess, using the paintings in the hands of the mother as the lottery, but they lost to him. They were willing to accept the loss. The mother-in-law has never liked antique calligraphy and paintings. Can she give the paintings to the son-in-law?"

The Queen Mother pondered for a moment, and said firmly, "Everything else is OK, but this painting cannot be given."

This painting is called Qianzhangxue. It was a gift from the Mei family when she was named the queen, and it was also considered a dowry.

Out of hatred for Mr. Lu, she particularly hated antique calligraphy and paintings. If she could not be placed in the bedroom, she would not be placed, and many of them were pressed at the bottom of the box.

Therefore, even the late emperor didn't know what the Mei family gave.

When she saw the painting, she felt a vague feeling that the person surnamed Lu would come one day and ask her to give him the painting.

Emperor Guangxi didn't know his biological mother's concerns, "With the queen, I want to collect that painting?"

"Yes, the Ai family decided to leave it behind."

Emperor Guangxi looked suspicious, "Don't the mother don't like calligraphy and painting?"

"There are exceptions in everything." The Queen Mother held the tea bowl and gently stroked the lid of the cup. "This painting is different from other things."

"Of course it's different." Emperor Guangxi knew everyone, "Mr. Liu's calligraphy is hard to find, and it is not an exaggeration to say it is a priceless treasure."

Speaking of this, Emperor Guangxi thought of someone, "Did the mother want to leave this painting to Youhua?"

Fanghua has always liked Mr. Liu very much. Over the years, he has sent people to collect the authentic works of Mr. Liu in order to please her.

The Empress Dowager didn't say who she wanted to leave the painting to, "There are so many treasures in the national treasury, and the emperor could choose one for Song Wei again, why did it have to be this painting?"

Emperor Guangxi laughed, "The mother may not know anything. This little bastard is very stubborn. He asked for this one after he said that. If I changed it to something else, he would not accept it. Besides, I am the king of a country. How can I go back on my word? Otherwise, if it is spread, wouldn't it be a joke?"

The Empress Dowager looked at Emperor Guangxi, with a little disagreement in her eyes, "You are so lucky that you are making a bet with him, and you didn't discuss it with the Ai family in advance."

"I didn't expect that my mother, who has always disliked calligraphy and painting, would suddenly leave one."

No matter what Emperor Guangxi said, the Empress Dowager never wanted to let go. "The Ai family still said the same thing, everything else is done, but this painting will definitely be left behind by the Ai family."

Emperor Guangxi knew the empress dowager's temperament well and did not continue to ask for it.

The Empress Dowager turned to talk about the war in the Northwest, "You arranged for General Chang Wei to lead troops to fight. Are you sure you can win this battle?"

Emperor Guangxi's expression returned to seriousness, "General Chang Wei was a general under Lu Xingzhou's army back then. He was brave and good at fighting, so it was no problem for him to lead troops. However, our Great Chu army has been recuperating for twenty years. It is hard to say whether he can still use the passion for killing the enemy in the past."

At the end, Emperor Guangxi sighed softly, "In the first twenty years, the enemy in the northwest was frightened by the existence of Lu Xingzhou, the god of war, and now..."

Just a few years after Lu Xingzhou was demoted, the enemy began to get ready to move.

The empress dowager glanced over and easily saw through Emperor Guangxi's thoughts, "Emperor, don't forget how the Lu family's military power was confiscated back then."

"My son dare not forget."

It was precisely because of his fear of Lu Xingzhou's great achievements that he had to tie up his married young man from Ningzhou and marry him, so as to naturally reduce Lu Xingzhou's authority and completely undermine him.

Since he was intentionally deprived of power back then, it is even more impossible for Lu Xingzhou to regain military power.
Chapter completed!