HCB Chapter 1206 Reflecting on My Kindness
Chapter 1206 Reflecting on My Kindness
Minglang deeply felt the differences between people from his mother's presence.
No wonder those old ministers were so afraid of the Empress Dowager. Although she had also feared and respected the Empress Dowager before, she finally understood after today's lesson that what those old ministers feared was completely different from what she feared.
"Do you understand?"
Liang Chongyue tapped her fingers on the several sheets of paper filled with writing.
Minglang immediately raised his smiling face and gave his mother a bright and cheerful smile: "I understand, I understand everything."
Seeing this, Liang Chongyue raised an eyebrow slightly at Minglang.
Upon seeing his mother's expression, Minglang immediately sensed something was wrong.
The next second, the Queen Mother took away all the papers in front of her that represented her morning's worth of effort and wisdom.
He immediately threw it into the brazier.
"What is Mother Queen doing? You won't even keep it for me as a souvenir?"
Minglang watched with heartache as her wisdom and energy were instantly consumed by the flames in the brazier.
Each of those lines on those papers would be enough to give those old ministers a hard time.
She was so reluctant to part with it.
Liang Chongyue pulled out another stack of blank papers and placed them in front of Minglang.
"Based on your memory, write down everything on those papers. It doesn't have to be exactly the same; you can write it according to your understanding."
Minglang coughed lightly, not expecting to feel so sad today.
I attended classes all day.
Finally, there are results, and I still have to do a post-mortem analysis.
But she didn't dare utter a single word of dissent.
Minglang took the pen from her mother and, before putting pen to paper, made a small request.
"Could I go to the restroom first?"
Liang Chongyue nodded, and Minglang rushed out without looking back, with Liang Chongyue slowly following behind her.
When Minglang rushed downstairs, the first thing he did was rush to the kitchen.
When Liang Chongyue passed by the kitchen, she heard Minglang ordering food inside.
"I want both of these. I'll eat them for lunch, or if I don't have time for lunch, I'll eat them for dinner."
Liang Chongyue found it amusing and left the kitchen doorway after listening for a while.
She had already finished preparing her exam papers, and this child was busy coming downstairs to order food.
It's too cold outside, and the host is giving Minglang a lesson.
No one plays with them anymore; their usual playmates have all gone to visit relatives and friends.
The system and the kitten huddled in the kitchen, listening to the chefs gossip about all sorts of things.
It was quite a lively scene.
After following His Majesty out, the chefs left the palace, and everyone relaxed.
The kitchen was quite large, and Aunt Chunxiang was making pear soup for the masters in the kitchen.
I chuckled along with the lively atmosphere.
Once we left the capital, we chatted less and less, without worrying that saying the wrong thing would be reported to higher authorities.
Even if someone occasionally said something inappropriate in a moment of inspiration, everyone would just laugh it off and move on.
The system and the kitten were enjoying the jerky, melon seeds, and fruit stir-fried by the chefs, living a carefree and happy life.
I wish I could stay away from home forever and never have to go back to Beijing.
When Liang Chongyue passed by, Yunling saw him.
Seeing that His Majesty had finally come out of the house for a walk, Yunling immediately took the food prepared by the chefs and delivered it to His Majesty.
After Minglang finished ordering and filled his stomach, he came up to find his mother lying on a chair, leisurely reading and eating pastries.
"You're back. Mo has already prepared it for you. Let's begin."
Minglang sighed deeply, displaying a heroic spirit akin to a warrior cutting off his own arm, and sat down at his desk.
The book in Liang Chongyue's hand was just a pretense. As soon as Minglang started writing, she opened the control panel and began listening to the audiobook.
As Minglang was writing, he turned to look at his mother, who was lying on a chair with her eyes closed, the book beside her placed on her belly as a cover.
She looked like she was asleep, but she knew that was impossible.
Having grown up under his mother's care all these years, Minglang knows all too well what his mother looks like when she's asleep.
He glanced at it briefly before turning his attention back to his writing.
As Liang Chongyue listened to the story, she would open her eyes to look at Minglang. Seeing that Minglang was writing nonstop, Liang Chongyue closed her eyes and continued listening.
She didn't know how much time had passed when a bright voice rang in her ears.
"Mother, I've finished writing."
Liang Chongyue opened her eyes and took the papers from Minglang's hand, turning them over one by one.
It's much better than the ones she burned.
Of the few sheets she burned, only the initial framework was written by her in advance. The later additions and modifications, which were all messy and haphazard, were all added during her discussions with Minglang.
After those few sheets of paper were burned, Minglang wanted to preserve the contents of those sheets, so he could only try to recount and write them down in his own way while his memory was still intact.
Looking at the contents of these sheets of paper, Liang Chongyue praised, "Well written, you've covered the basics, so you must have grasped it pretty well."
Minglang had been writing for a long time, and his clothes smelled of ink.
"It's all thanks to my mother's excellent teaching."
It's been a while since I've heard Minglang flatter me.
Liang Chongyue smiled and returned the paper to her.
"Keep it safe, this is yours."
He accepted it with a bright smile.
They only had a quick bite for lunch today, as Minglang was already starving.
The aroma of food wafting up from below can already be smelled.
"Mother, let's go downstairs for dinner. I'm starving."
After Minglang finished packing her things, Liang Chongyue got up and led her downstairs.
As soon as Minglang arrived, he called people to set out the bowls and chopsticks and start eating.
After finishing their meal, Liang Chongyue entrusted all of Minglang's romantic life issues to his mother.
She didn't want to talk about this with her daughter; she was an emperor.
If she were in the capital right now, she would already be looking for someone to marry Minglang.
But she couldn't make up her mind about those wealthy young men she hadn't met yet, judging only by their family background, character, talent, and looks, and she didn't want to influence Minglang's choices.
She made her own choice back then, and now she is handing over the right to choose to Minglang.
"After dinner, go upstairs with your grandma."
Upon hearing this, Minglang nearly bit his tongue.
"Going up again?"
She spent almost the entire day upstairs.
Liang Chongyue did not reply, but only gave Minglang a look.
Brightness instantly wilted, and she obediently replied, "Oh."
He then channeled his grief into his appetite and ate even more heartily than before.
After Minglang finished eating, Xiang Huayue took her upstairs.
Following behind my grandmother feels much better than following behind my mother.
At least she didn't have to think about what to say the whole way. When she was with the Empress Dowager, she didn't say a word, and the Empress Dowager was happy to see her.
Xiang Huayue pulled Minglang to sit down at the table. Minglang poured tea for his grandmother and then sat obediently to await his instructions.
"Don't be so nervous. Grandma wants to have some private words with you. If you don't want to listen anymore, just tell Grandma and we'll stop."