Chapter 44: | 【44】

Xiao Lan, the pair of children, inherited her beauty perfectly.
The daughter is so cute and cute, and the son is handsome and cute. Emperor Lin's impression of this sixth prince only remained at the age of three, revealing his silly appearance.
In the past five years, the child has grown a lot taller, and the picture of him tilting his head and drooling in his imagination did not appear.
The little boy who was caged in the halo had very innocent eyes. When he laughed, he was like his sister, with a small pear vortex on his lips. He may not be as clever and intelligent as a normal child, but he is not as annoying as he thought.
And also recite the ninety-nine table!
Lin Di stood silently at the door, listening to him stumbling and stumbling to recite the ninety-nine form, and then asked Xiao Wu as if he was done: "I'm done!"
Lin Feilu stretched out a hand to touch his head: "Brother is awesome, then these little rabbits are all yours."
Lin Zhanyuan clapped his hands happily. When he got up and ran to pick up the grass rabbit, he suddenly found a stranger standing at the door not far away. He had always been afraid of strangers, so he immediately dropped his head and ran back behind Xiao Lan nervously. While hiding behind her, he carefully poked out half of his head to look at the door.
It was exactly the same as Xiao Wu's expression when he saw that he was scared.
Worthy of being brothers and sisters.
Xiao Lan found that there was someone at the door. She looked up and her expression was a bit stagnant, but she reacted quickly and immediately got up and saluted: "My concubine is here to see your majesty. I wonder if your majesty is here.
Lin Feilu ran over happily, shouting "Father Emperor".
Lin Di laughed, and when she ran closer, he leaned over to pick her up, and then walked towards the courtyard. When he walked to Xiao Lan, he smelled the faint fragrance of her body, and the sachet he asked for from the prince The taste has the same effect.
Emperor Lin held his daughter in one hand and imaginary support with the other: "Get up."
Xiao Lan saluted again before getting up, Lin Zhanyuan still pulled the corner of her clothes and hid behind her. Xiao Lan pursed her lower lip and said softly, "Yuan'er, salute your father."
Lin Zhanyuan took a peek at the strange man, then looked at his sister in his arms.
Lin Feilu silently said to him: Daddy.
Lin Zhanyuan understood that this is a game that my sister often plays with herself!
As long as she doesn't say these two words aloud, she should bow to the gesture she taught, and say...
Emperor Lin saw the little boy who was scared before slowly walking out from behind Xiao Lan, saluting him obediently, and said in a childish voice: "The child minister pays homage to the father."
Lin Di raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Not only can I recite the nine-year-old form, but also salute. It doesn't look mad or stupid, and it's pretty cute.
It is very easy to be satisfied when you hold the worst result for a thing, and finally find that it is not as bad as you thought.
His tone was fairly gentle: "Get up."
However, the emperor had been standing for a long time, and there was an aura of no anger and prestige on his body. Lin Zhanyuan was very sensitive to the aura of everyone, and when he got up, he hid in fear.
Emperor Lin looked at Xiao Lan, and then at this son who looked at him curiously. Looking back at all the things back then, he was deeply moved. Lin Feilu put his arms around his neck and asked sweetly: "Father, why are you here? Did you miss me so much that you made a special trip to see me?"
Emperor Lin laughed and said, "Yes, I missed my Xiaowu. Did Xiaowu miss my father?"
Lin Feilu blinked his eyes: "I thought about it. I can think about it!" She asked in a low voice, "Did the emperor bring me the roast chicken from the Imperial Dining Room I mentioned last time?"
The Emperor Lin laughed and pierced her soft face with his beard: "You girl, I always worry about the stuttering. I think you are not thinking about me at all, but my royal dining room."
The little dumpling was seen through, and immediately embarrassed and buried it in his shoulder to act like a baby.
Lin Di sucked enough soft glutinous dumplings. After putting her down, he looked at the green grasses and leaves all over the floor and asked Xiao Lan, "What is this doing?"
Xiao Lan lowered her eyes slightly, her lips curled in a gentle arc, and her voice was very soft and pleasant: "Use these flowers and plants to make some small animals for the children."
Emperor Lin leaned over and took a grass rabbit and looked at it, feeling surprised: "I remember your dexterity." He picked up the sachet that he hung around his waist. "This sachet is familiar to me at first sight. , Did you embroider it?"
Xiao Lan raised her eyes and glanced, her eyes showed a hint of surprise, and she nodded: "Yes."
Lin Di smiled and nodded: "I wear it very well."
He didn't mention that he had snatched it from the prince.
Xiao Lan also smiled gently, and Emperor Lin asked again: "I heard that you fell into the water and caught a cold not long ago. Are you a little better?"
Xiao Lan replied: "Thanks your Majesty for your concern, it's all right." She paused, and looked up at Emperor Lin, her eyes very gentle: "Thanks to the supplements your Majesty sent, the concubine can recover so quickly. "
Xiao Lan now makes him feel more pleasing and sensible than Xiao Lan back then.
At the time, Xiao Lan, no matter how much he rewarded, he would never give her a gentle smile or a sincere gratitude. Lin Di sometimes felt that there was a soulless puppet in front of him, with a beautiful appearance.
But now, she is gradually coming to life, probably as a mother, and she has a warm breath in her whole body.
After teaching Xiaowu so well, even this stupid son is unexpectedly well-behaved. Looking at her good looks, the three-point favor and seven-point hesitation in Lin Di's heart when he came before has become seven-point favor and three-point regret.
He stepped towards the room: "Come in and talk, don't stand all the way."
Xiao Lan should have followed him into the house with the two children.
Although the quality of life of Mingyue Palace is much higher than when Lin Feilu first came here, it is a very remote and old palace after all. Although it is very clean and tidy and has a pleasant fragrance of flowers, Lin Di Upon entering, I felt that the place was too simple and crude.
Thinking that the mother and son lived in such an environment over the past few years, and that this situation was caused by themselves, Lin Di felt a little bit of guilt in his heart.
Xiao Lan walked over to spread the floor and waited for him to sit down, and then ordered the green smoke waiting by the side to make hot tea.
This tea is different from other teas. It is mainly dried flowers. After the entrance, there is no tea smell, only a slight floral fragrance. Lin Di ate more greasy lunch at lunch, drank a cup of dried scented tea just to relieve the greasiness, could not help but nodded.
Asked: "It seems that the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not provide this kind of tea this year. Did you make it yourself?"
Xiao Lan nodded and briefly explained the steps of making dried flower tea. Lin Di drank another one while listening, and when she finished speaking, she smiled and said, "It's worth noting that I praise your dexterity."
The two chatted very harmoniously, while Lin Feilu and Lin Zhanyuan ate snacks and melon seeds on the small couch on the other side.
Lin Zhanyuan is still very curious about this stranger, and secretly asked his younger sister: "Why is my mother smiling at him?"
Lin Feilu said: "Because my mother likes Daddy, of course she laughs when she sees Daddy."
Lin Zhanyuan pouted: "My mother likes my sister and me!"
In his little head, there is no daddy consciousness.
Lin Feilu taught him: "If there is no daddy, there will be no brother and me, so I also want to like daddy. A family of four, neat and tidy is the best."
As a martial artist, Emperor Lin has natural ears. Hearing his words, he lifted his eyes and glanced over, and saw the little boy's white and handsome face screaming. After being taught by Xiao Wu, he gave him a lesson. He pursed his mouth aggrievedly and retracted.
He came to Mingyue Palace, except for the salute in the courtyard just now, he has been consciously avoiding everything about this stupid son. According to his thinking today, he just planned to take a look outside, and he would never come in. .
After all, he wasn't fully prepared mentally yet.
As a result, now not only people are sitting in, listening to Lin Zhanyuan's words, and even want to say a few words to him.
Xiao Lan noticed his gaze, and she felt a little bitter in her heart. She was about to say something to change the subject, but listened to Emperor Lin solemnly: "Lao Liu, come here."
Xiao Lan pursed her lower lip, her eyes worried.
Lin Zhanyuan was still stupidly eating melon seeds, Lin Feilu poked him: "Brother, Father is calling you."
Lin Zhanyuan turned his head and took a look, and explained seriously: "I am not the sixth child, I am Lin Zhanyuan."
Lin Di laughed: "I remember my name."
Lin Zhanyuan understood this time, and said proudly, "I can still write!"
Emperor Lin raised his eyebrows: "Oh?" He glanced at Xiao Lan, "Did you teach?"
Xiao Lan looked down and said, "It was taught by Xiaolu."
Lin Di thought it was interesting, so he ordered: "Get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Qingyan took the order and quickly spread the paper and ink. Emperor Lin walked down from the couch, walked to the side of the case, and looked at Lin Zhanyuan lightly: "Write a few words for me to see."
Lin Zhanyuan was a little frightened, and squeezed his body slightly, Lin Feilu touched his head, quietly comforting: "Brother, don't be afraid, write for your father."
He always listened to his sister, glanced at her sister, and received her encouraging look, and then moved carefully to the side of the case.
Lin Feilu's teaching results for so long are of course fruitful.
Although Lin Zhanyuan's handwriting is difficult to conceal the immature and frivolity, but the strokes are smooth, and the peak of the characters has begun to appear. Emperor Lin took a few glances, and even felt that the three words of this silly son were even better than those of the fourth child.
That ignorant dog thing! Less than anyone else!
Emperor Lin has always loved talents. From this word alone, his impression of his stupid son has changed a bit. After looking at it, he asked, "Besides your name, can you write other words?"
Lin Zhanyuan glanced at him in fear, and felt that the father and the younger sister who forced themselves to write really seemed.
He was wronged, holding a pen, and began to write other words he had learned.
Lin Di looked at the handwriting that gradually appeared on the paper, and his expression gradually condensed.
This stupid son wrote: Peace and prosperity, Yuyu Yiqing.
Xiao Lan just said that his handwriting was taught by Xiao Wu.
Lin Di blinked, looking at Lin Feilu next to him.
Xiao Tuanzi was standing a few steps behind him, looking here with his feet on his feet, and when he met his gaze, he shrank his neck and lowered his head vacantly.
Lin Di solemnly said: "Little Five, why teach your brother to write these eight characters?"
How can he fail to see what it means to please.
Xiao Tuan Zi was frightened by what he said. He didn't dare to raise his head. The whole person couldn't wait to shrink into a ball, and the little juggling on his head seemed to curl up in fear.
Emperor Lin couldn't help but regret that his tone was too harsh. He took two steps forward and squatted down in front of the small group, only then saw her crying quietly.
The eye sockets were red and moist, and the teardrops rolled all the way from the small face, looking very pitiful.
Lin Di’s old father’s heart suddenly stopped, and he raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, and said in a soft voice: "I don't mean you, don't cry."
She pressed her lips and raised her head a little bit, her nose was pink and choked and said, "Father, don't you hate your brother, okay?"
Lin Di was taken aback.
Xiao Tuanzi tickles his cuffs, crying and begging: "They all say that brother is a fool, and father hates fools the most. Brother is not stupid, brother can write, can he not hate him? "
Lin Di heard this cry, how could he not understand?
What kind of mood did Xiao Wu teach her brother to write these eight characters? In the past five years, how much harm has been done to them by turning a blind eye?
Even the palace people could not shy away from insulting the prince as a fool. She was so young, and the only way she could think of hearing these words was to teach her brother to write.
She just hoped that when she saw these words, she would not hate her brother a little bit.
And what did you just do?
Lin Chongxuan, Lin Chongxuan! Are you still a person? ? ?