The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1059 Charcoal Seller, Do You Remember Pighead 9?

Hong Que concealed her thoughts and stopped looking at the people playing in the distance. She became busy, arranging all matters in an orderly manner.

In fact, since Shi Anxia returned to Beijing and entrusted the children to Bei Hui's care, almost all the housework was handed over to Hong Que and Nan Yan.

Bei Hui rarely intervened.

Today, Hong Que does have the ability to stand on its own.

On the stone beach, there were several pearwood desks facing the water. On the desks were written pens, inkstones, paper, and sheepskin lanterns.

"Do you teach your daughter to write?" Cen Yuan asked.

"You teach, and I'll serve you writing materials." Shi Anxia picked up the pine soot ink block and ground it slowly on the Duan inkstone.

The pearl tassels hanging from the golden phoenix hairpin trembled slightly with her movements, casting tiny shadows on the rice paper, just like stars falling into a pool of ink.

The couple looked at each other and smiled.

This is the time that Shi Anxia has been looking forward to.

Er Er and San San stood on a low stool and were just able to reach the desk.

Cen Yuan half bent over, holding Er'er's tender little hand and writing "peace" on the red paper stroke by stroke. Then she held Sansan's little hand and wrote "joy" on the red paper.

The child's wrist was as soft as a newly sprouted willow branch, but he was very patient and allowed the childish handwriting to crawl all over the paper.

Ye Baoer put his paws on the table, looked around, and called out occasionally.

"You need to pause here." Cen Yuan taught very seriously, and his fingertips touched the last hook of the word "乐". Er Er tilted his little face up and giggled, with ink rubbing against the tip of his nose, like a little cat.

Wei Pingting saw it and remembered the cat whiskers she had drawn on Zhutoujiu one night when he was drunk.

She waved over there, and when the person came closer, she smiled and asked, "Zhutoujiu, do you think Erer looks like a kitten?"

Zhutoujiu didn't answer, just stared at Cen Yuan.

After Wei Pingting asked, she found that Zhutoujiu's eyes were red, and she could see the clues even in the swaying of the lantern.

That look... was so seductive, as if he wanted to eat Cen Yuan in one bite.

Which of these guys in the capital is not like this tonight?

Wen Xuandi said to Wei Pingting in a good-tempered manner, "I'll give you a chance to draw it again."

"Huh? Really?" Wei Pingting dipped the ink in high spirits, ready to start, "I'll make it look better for you, don't move."

"Yeah." Pighead Nine was obedient.

Wei Pingting knew that Zhu Tou Jiu just wanted to stay with Cen Yuan for a little longer. He had been lingering for a long time, but was afraid to get close to Tang Xinghe because of his loud cries.

These young men all have their own thoughts, but they all have the same goal, which is to stay by the side of Yu Di.

Wei Pingting suddenly discovered a problem. Sister Xiaer seemed to have this trait as well, always attracting people to get around her.

She herself was like this. Ever since she first met Shi Anxia when she was six years old, she had been trying every possible way to get to the Marquis' Mansion.

But the family status of the Marquis' Mansion was too high for her. However, the high walls and family status could not stop her determination to get close to An Xia.

Later, when she grew up, she realized the significance of Shi Anxia's first visit to the Wei family.

If it weren't for Shi Anxia, her sister would not have had a happy ending. She knew how damaging gossip could be to a woman's reputation.

Shi Anxia is the benefactor of their Wei family.

She studied hard so that she would have an excuse to go in and out of the mansion to ask Shi Anxia for advice.

While Wei Pingting dipped her brush in ink to draw cat whiskers for Emperor Wen Xuan, she cast a tender gaze towards Shi Anxia.

San San saw the cat whiskers on Wen Xuandi's face and thought they were cute. She looked up and asked, "Aunt, can you draw a cat for San San too?"

"Of course I can." Wei Pingting said proudly, "I'm the best at drawing cats. After I finish drawing for your uncle, I'll draw for you."

"Okay." San San happily accepted the job, "I'll draw one for my sister later."

"Okay." Wei Pingting responded to every request and successfully attracted the two children to her side.

After finishing the cat whiskers, Emperor Wen Xuan quietly stood in San San's position, his throat choked, and he said in a wronged voice, "Old Charcoal Seller, do you still remember Pig Head Nine?"

Cen Yuan raised his head, the moonlight cast a light shadow between his eyebrows. The corners of his lips slightly raised, and a layer of warmth floated in his eyes, "Now I only recognize Mao Tou Jiu."

Mao Tou Jiu was choking so hard that the whiskers painted on his face were shaking. "Charcoal seller, I..."

"I'm getting married today. Can you all please don't bring bad luck to me? Don't cry." With just one sentence, Cen Yuan successfully stopped Mao Toujiu's tears.

Emperor Wenxuan came up and told a happy story. His voice was no longer choked and his whiskers were shaking even more. "Father said that I can follow you for several years."

Year! It makes me happy just thinking about it.

Cen Yuan looked at the clear-minded young man in front of her, "Father is really smart. The abacus beads fell on my face. He asked me to help him take care of the child."

"I'm not a child anymore." Emperor Wen Xuan raised his stubborn face, "I can still help you. I'll continue to be your guard and help you with many things. I'll hit you wherever you point. Just like before, okay?"

A good emperor doesn't want to be a guard. An emperor who doesn't want to be a guard is not a good emperor! Didn't he always want to be Shi Anxia's guard before? Cen Yuan laughed dumbly, "Why, are you not used to sitting in that position?"

"Does the charcoal seller also want me to sit in that position?" asked Emperor Wenxuan.

Cen Yuan gave the space next to Er Er to Shi An Xia, and then replied calmly, "Everyone has a mission in life. You were born in the royal family, and you have no choice. Since you sit in that position, you must sit properly. Father handed you over to me, and I will not be soft on you."

This is a personal promise to take him by his side and teach him! The key point is, it is measured in years. Emperor Wen Xuan was overjoyed, "Yes! I will follow the charcoal seller's instructions in everything."

Six figures quietly surrounded them, and their voices were furtive, "We swear to follow the emperor until death!"

Emperor Wen Xuan looked at Cen Yuan, then pointed at himself, "Me?"

Otherwise? Their Northern Wing generals can have a husband and a concubine in their hearts, but they cannot chase after Emperor Yu of Liang. This is a different nature.

But from another perspective, following Emperor Wenxuan...wherever Emperor Wenxuan is, there they are, is this feasible?

Don't even think about snatching the charcoal seller from me! Emperor Wen Xuan cleared his throat and said, "My great northern wing still depends on you to guard it! Generals, don't have any extra thoughts."

Emperor Wenxuan almost laughed out loud, for the first time he experienced the joy of being an emperor. It was still quite refreshing to have the feeling of having one's word carry the weight of law.

When he smiled, all the generals smiled too, because they saw the cat whiskers on the face of their Emperor Wenxuan.

Looking again, Er'er and Sansan are also little cats.

How could Yi Yi be missing for such a thing? He got off Tang Xinghe's neck and went to look for his aunt to paint his face.

My aunt-in-law was very busy. "Draw them all, one by one!"

Several children gathered together, chattering and vying with each other to say that their cat faces were the prettiest.

Then the big cat took the kittens to the river to release lotus lanterns.

As the night deepened, twinkling lights floated on the river. Emperor Wen Xuan leaned over and gently pushed the lotus lantern into the water. The warm light from the burning wick reflected two clusters of dancing golden rays in his eyes.

The kittens clapped their hands, and Ye Baoer ran wildly on the shore chasing the lotus lantern.

Emperor Wen Xuan looked at Wei Pingting in the distance, and suddenly wanted to light a lotus lantern for her. So he dodged and snatched the lotus lantern from Tang Xinghe's hand, "Let me see what you wrote?"

Tang Xinghe was shocked, "Give it back to me!"