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Chapter 20

Princess Jialan came out of the study, her face as dark as the dark night. Although it was Shen Ma who instigated her, she saw that she had hit a wall with the Crown Prince. She felt distressed for a moment and said, "My Lady, His Highness is too busy. Next time, please..."

Before Shen Ma finished speaking, she saw Princess Jialan slapping her directly on the face of Shen Ma. She couldn't help but scold, "Who are you?"

Shen Ma covered her slapped face, but felt sorry for Princess Jialan instead, and said, "My Lady, if you are angry, let me beat you yourself. Don't get angry and hurt yourself. It's not worth it."

Princess Jialan's expression eased, but she still walked forward with a cold face.

Shen Ma hurriedly followed, Bao Ping and Fu Shun followed with their heads down, pretending not to see anything, but they were afraid in their hearts. It was Shen Ma. If it was one of them... They might have been driven out of the palace long ago.

Princess Jialan walked forward quickly until she reached a camphor tree that was so thick that it took two people to hug it. Then she leaned against the tree, took a deep breath, and said, "What is Cheng doing?" "

It's time to go to bed."

Princess Jialan turned her head and headed towards the courtyard where Fucheng lived.

Fucheng was the son of Princess Jialan and Crown Prince Lin Bozhi, but because he was born with congenital deficiencies, he was almost raised in a medicine jar.

Surprisingly, Fucheng did not sleep. The light was on in the study. He was leaning over the desk, writing seriously. The light cast a small shadow on him, making him look a little thin.

Princess Jialan was furious and said, "How do you serve the master?"

The maids and old women who were serving Fucheng were so scared that they knelt down. Among them was a plump old woman, Fucheng's wet nurse, He. She shook her body and said, "Your Majesty, I can't persuade her."

"What's the point of having a useless thing like you? Someone, open your mouth!"

He was so scared that her face turned pale and she couldn't help crying.

After Fucheng finished writing the last stroke, he put away the pen, looked back at Princess Jialan and He, and said, "Mom, I want to write it, please don't punish Mother He."

Princess Jialan saw Fucheng's slightly pale face and became more angry. She said, "What did mother tell you? I told you to rest well, but you insisted on writing. Don't you know that you are not in good health? The last time you caught a cold, you stayed in bed for half a month, which scared mother to death!"

Fucheng is only three years old this year, but he is thinner than other children of the same age. However, he is weak and pale. Even if he wears luxurious kesi, it looks loose and worrying.

But what makes people feel unusual is that he is not in line with his age and calm. Even when Princess Jialan loses her temper, he is very calm.

Fu Cheng glanced at Princess Jialan, who seemed impatient to argue with her, or didn't want to hear any more complaints, so he drove her away and said, "Mom, I'm sleepy."

Princess Jialan looked at her son's impatient expression, and thought of the impatience in the eyes of Prince Lin Bozhi just now, as if the two overlapped together. She was both excellent and angry, and her eyes were full of anger. She just wanted to find a place to vent. She picked up the inkstone on the table and smashed it on the ground, saying, "Why are you the same as your father? Who told you to look at mother with such eyes? You also look down on mother, don't you?"

Fu Cheng looked at Princess Jialan quietly, his black and white eyes were as deep as a deep pool.

Princess Jialan felt uncomfortable being looked at. This son seemed to have a kind of transparent power that could be said, as if he could see through all her secrets, which made people fearful and uncomfortable.

"Mom, are you angry with your father again?"

Princess Jialan was so angry that she trembled all over, "Pa!"

When Princess Jialan came to her senses, she realized that she had slapped her son.

Wet nurse He knelt over crying, hugged Princess Jialan's legs, and said, "My queen, the master is weak, you are going to beat him to death!"

Nanny Shen was also shocked and hurried to see Fucheng. He was indeed beaten and his body was tilted, and half of his face was swollen, but he did not cry. Instead, he sat up and said, "I have been beaten, and I am angry. Can I go to bed now?" Princess

Jialan was angry and ashamed. She stamped her feet and walked out. When she was out of the yard and the wind blew, she came to her senses. Nanny Shen glanced at Fucheng, then looked outside, and said to He, "Why don't you call the imperial physician?" "

I'll go right away."

Nanny Shen went to check Fucheng's face again and asked someone to wring out a sweat towel to apply cold compress to him.

After a while, Nanny Shen picked up her skirt and came out. When she arrived at the yard, she saw Princess Jialan standing there staring at the moon in a daze. She tiptoed over and said, "Your Majesty, the swelling on the master's face has subsided. The imperial physician will come and check his pulse later."

Princess Jialan still didn't speak, but her face showed a bit of pain.

Nanny Shen sighed and said, "Madam, the master is still young. Why do you have to argue with him?"

Princess Jialan took a deep breath and said, "You are right."

Nanny Shen continued, "Madam, you have to cheer up. Back then, we were in the nunnery and had no food or drink. The abbot deliberately tortured you and made you practice fasting... You were so hungry that you fainted and were so thin. You survived those difficult days. Now is the best time. Don't be discouraged." Then she glanced into the room, obviously at Fucheng, and said, "Think about why the master is so hardworking. Wasn't it because the prince praised him last time and said that his handwriting is good?"

Princess Jialan's eyes were red when she heard this. She put her hand on her heart and said, "I don't know. Sometimes when I see his eyes, that look is too much like... "Princess Jialan suddenly stopped, as if she had finally calmed down. Her eyes gradually became clear, with a kind of dark hatred in them. She said, "You just stay here to serve Fucheng, and wait for him to come back and report when he is fine."

Nanny Shen lowered her head and responded hurriedly.

The imperial physician came to take the pulse, but he felt a little strange. He had just taken Ping'an's pulse this morning and everything was fine. Why did he suddenly call him over in the evening? After all, he was the eldest grandson of the emperor, so he did not dare to neglect him and ran over in a hurry.

It was even more strange when he was waiting for the pulse to be taken, because today he was taking the pulse through the curtain.

But even so, the imperial physician could see the outline of Fucheng. Although he was young, he sat upright and never staggered. He was much smarter and more stable than other people of the same age. He thought of his little grandson at home, who was also three years old, but only knew how to be naughty. With

such intelligence and cleverness, it is no wonder that His Majesty likes this eldest grandson very much.

It's just that he has a bad temper, but Zhi'er always has a cold face. It's just that he is the eldest grandson of the emperor with a noble status

after all, so it's normal for him to be a little arrogant. While waiting to leave, the imperial physician turned sideways and happened to see Fucheng behind the curtain. Suddenly, he noticed that Fucheng's face seemed to be red. Then he thought of the expression of Mother He before, and the Crown Princess Jialan whom he met at the intersection, and it seemed that he understood all at once. It is

said outside that the prince and Princess Jialan have reunited. The two are as affectionate as the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, waiting for each other, and they are an enviable couple. But in fact, you will know in the palace that the prince doesn't like the Crown Princess at all, and even doesn't like this eldest son.

It is estimated that the Crown Princess is taking her son out again.

But this kind of thing is not something he, a royal physician, should know. He lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

Mother He came over with the boiled medicine, "Uncle, drink the medicine."

Fucheng stood up and looked at the dark medicine, closed his eyes and drank it in one breath, then took a sip of tea, and then changed a little.

Mother He said distressedly, "Master is so good, if the prince knew, I don't know how happy he would be."

Fucheng fell silent, and after a while he said, "I haven't seen my father for half a month."

Mother He didn't know what to say for a moment, but saw Fucheng turned his back, then covered him with a quilt, and said, "Turn off the lights."

Waiting to come out of the room, Mother He said to Aunt Shen, "Master is asleep."

Aunt Shen was relieved, nodded and said, "Then I will go back and report to the Crown Princess."

Mother He pulled Aunt Shen's sleeve and said, "Master said he hasn't seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for half a month, and he actually missed him."

Aunt Shen sighed, but didn't say anything.

"Master is so good, why doesn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince like him?"

Aunt Shen didn't say anything.

***

Du Qing finally got to eat the maltose as she wished. It was a white soft candy sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar. It was soft and sweet when bitten. She couldn't bear to part with this one candy, so she ate it for several days. She would cut off a small piece every day. Du Haoyu felt heartbroken when she saw it, but she didn't dare to disobey Jiang Yu.

Perhaps seeing Du Haoyu's embarrassed look, Du Qing said with a smart face, "Dad, I know you are henpecked."

Du Haoyu was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "Who learned this from whom?"

Du Qing ate the candy in his mouth, licked his lips with satisfaction, and said, "It was Aunt Li next door who said that people like Dad who listen to their wives are henpecked."

Du Haoyu, "..."

"Dad, Aunt Li's grandson Li Dafu has gone to school."

Du Haoyu asked, "Do you want to go too?"

Du Qing nodded and shook his head, and asked, "Dad, why can't girls go to school? Li Dafu always says that he can go to school, but I can't, because I'm a girl, a money-losing commodity, and will marry someone else sooner or later."

Boys go to school to study, and girls who want to learn as much as possible can hire a female teacher at home to learn to read, which is already the limit.

But Du Qing's words made Du Haoyu feel wronged as a woman for the first time. His daughter was so smart. Although she spoke slowly and only called him "Daddy" when she was two years old, which made Jiang Yu and him very anxious at that time, she was a child prodigy. It was rare in the world to have a photographic memory at such a young age.

"You are not a money-loser. Daddy will find a way for you." Du Haoyu didn't like to make his daughter sad.