jdhmnovel Chapter 290 The Temperamental Second Brother
Chapter 290 The Temperamental Second Brother
what?
Her daughter actually likes to climb trees!
Princess Yuqing's mouth was wide open, her beautiful phoenix eyes staring wide-eyed.
But she quickly realized the meaning behind her brother's words.
They asked King Jing, "Who are their neighbors in the house they live in now?"
King Jing listened to the distant bleating of sheep and suddenly had an idea.
"On the right is the residence of the Duke of Shen, and behind it is the Imperial Garden. As for the left side, it used to be the residence of my third brother, but it should have been confiscated by the Emperor. Why don't you go and ask Father for it?"
"The residence of Prince Su?" Princess Yuqing was somewhat perplexed.
My father is still furious about Prince Su's rebellion, so it feels a bit inappropriate to ask for his house.
This is an opportunity that should not be missed, for it will not come again. If we do not take it now, what if Father Emperor gives it to someone else?
Seeing his elder sister's furrowed brows, Prince Jing had already come up with a plan for her.
"Elder sister, why don't you tell Father that living in the Princess's residence always reminds you of the place and that you want to move away from the Princess's residence and live near the Imperial Garden? Then you can give Father some nice things and maybe he will be so happy that he will reward you with the garden."
"A good thing?" Princess Yuqing frowned in thought.
My father is the ruler of the world; what good things haven't he seen?
The precious jewels and jade artifacts are all flashy but impractical; Father Emperor has long been tired of them.
What other good things could catch his eye?
Prince Jing pointed to the enclosure where the sheep were kept and said with a smile, "Good things don't necessarily have to be expensive. As long as it's from my elder sister's heart and suits my father's taste, that's enough."
Princess Yuqing suddenly realized.
She tapped Prince Jing's forehead with her fan and said, "I knew you were eyeing my sheep. They were a thank-you gift from Lady Lu, and Miao Miao might have even fed them."
"puff……"
Prince Jing spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of.
“My sister, are you bewitched? Miao Miao and the others have only been back in the capital for a few days. How could they raise sheep so well? They must have been sent directly from the pastures of Yipinju.” Besides, these sheep were originally meant to be sent to Prince Jing’s residence.
They must have been afraid of being exposed and intercepted by Liu Yun.
Princess Yuqing responded with an "Oh".
He instructed his servants, "Select a few of the better sheep and send them to the imperial kitchen to nourish Father and Mother."
King Jing looked at the open wooden box on the table, filled with clay sculptures, tangrams, and rag dolls...
All of them were toys for children to play with.
It seems to be intended for Miaomiao, but it can't be given away.
What King Jing actually wanted to say was that Xiao Miaomiao was different from other children and might not like playing these games anymore.
But I couldn't bear to say it.
She could only sigh and say, "Sister, I've never seen you prepare these things for Jia Yue before."
"Why should I prepare her things? Her father and grandmother have already taken care of everything for her." Princess Yuqing had previously been completely unable to bear hearing Jiayue's name.
But after learning that her daughter was still alive, she was able to ease her inner turmoil.
The younger brother's words likely implied that he wanted to inquire about Jia Yue's whereabouts.
She said softly, "My grudges with the prince consort will not be attributed to a little girl, but she absolutely cannot live in this world as a descendant of the Cao family or as the daughter of a princess. I have already found a place for her to cultivate her mind and character, so just pretend that she never existed."
King Jing opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Suddenly, I remembered what the white-bearded old Taoist priest in Jiangzhou had said.
He said that Jia Yuede was unworthy of her position and could not bear the blessings, and that she should leave the blessed place in order to save her life.
It is also said that Miao Miao is blessed with great fortune and has a deep connection with him.
It turned out that the prediction had come true in this matter.
It seems that fate had already predetermined everything.
"Whoosh..."
“Tick-tick…”
It started to drizzle.
A cold autumn rain.
Jiang Miaomiao shivered.
It was sunny just a moment ago, but now it's windy and rainy.
Although she felt a slight chill, her ears were burning hot.
It must be because her second brother was reading to her right now, and his reading was so loud it made her ears smoke.
Jiang Miaomiao drew her name on a piece of paper, crookedly and messily.
Strangely, her hands just wouldn't cooperate; it took her a lot of effort to draw it.
But it seems unwatchable.
Her name has so much water in it!
Is she perhaps lacking water in her destiny?
Seeing that it was raining, Xi'er quickly went to find a cloak to put on the little girl.
Then I saw characters on the table that looked like scribbles.
She whispered, "Miss, is Brother Yan coming back?"
Jiang Miaomiao: ……
He quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it under the table.
Let's recite poetry instead; she knows this. She started reciting, swaying her head.
"A quatrain...tofu..."
“Du Fu,” Jiang Ziyan said as he entered the room.
"Tofu……"
Jiang Miaomiao tried very hard to straighten her tongue, but she always felt that her pronunciation was inaccurate.
Could it be that the tongue hasn't fully developed yet?
"It's not tofu, it's Du Fu, something just doesn't feel right." Jiang Ziyan rubbed his forehead.
“Dou… Fu…”
"Du Fu".
"bean……"
Jiang Miaomiao stole a glance at her second brother.
Even the most handsome face won't look good with such a dark complexion.
"Second brother, how about we choose another poem?"
"No, just this one poem. You can't eat until you can memorize it."
Jiang Miaomiao: ……
How could her gentle and refined second brother teach her to read, with a voice louder than her mother's and a temper more volatile than Aunt Xiuxiu's?
The key issue is that he's also stubborn.
In her past life, she was a top student; no parents forced her to study.
She's clearly not old enough yet, and her tongue isn't working properly. In two years, she'll definitely be able to read better than you, okay?
Sigh! I think I should take a break.
She looked at Jiang Ziyan longingly, "Second Brother, I'm thirsty, I want some water."
Xi'er quickly served a cup of chrysanthemum tea.
Jiang Ziyan: ...
"How many times have you been thirsty and how many times have you relieved yourself? You're not thirsty when you're not studying, but as soon as you start studying, you're hungry one minute and thirsty the next."
The boy clenched his fists, his face flushed.
"Second brother, have some tea to cool down." Miao Miao served her chrysanthemum tea to her brother.
Jiang Ziyan: ...
He picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp.
Then he discovered that there was a whole pot of chrysanthemum tea on the table, which he had drunk all of.
No wonder...
No wonder he kept wanting to go to the toilet.
I'm so angry with my sister.
This kid needs to be disciplined. He held out his hand to Xi'er and said, "Give me the ruler."
Jiang Miaomiao: ...Oh no, the cat has turned into a tiger.
Run away quickly.
You can't go to your mother; her slaps are so sharp.
I need to go to the backyard to find my aunt.
"Auntie, help!"
"Help."
Jiang Ziyan came to his senses, and his sister had run away.
My sister, riding her little white wolf, had long since disappeared from sight.
My head hurts; how can two legs keep up with four?
The older brother is easier to teach than the younger sister.
I can't teach him, I can't teach him anything at all.
This matter will have to be handled by Father.
Forget it, they've fallen out with their father, so they don't have a father anymore.
But they also have a godfather.
When will my godfather be back?
Jiang Ziyan was on the verge of tears.
……