Returning to Before Husband’s Castration

Li Jiubao is not a person who is waiting to die. Wang Yu heard the good news that his concubine was pregnant with a third child, and the beauty stopped sleeping, so he hurriedly came to see her.

Relying on the dragon seed in his belly, Li Jiubao boldly said: "...The concubine was born in a humble background, and he has not read any books, and he can still recognize a few words. Now that he is pregnant with his third child, he feels that his energy is not as good as before, let alone Saburo. He is the eldest son. He must not be allowed to grow into the hands of a woman. It is time for him to move to the outer courtyard to live and study in the pavilion. The people close to him are all learned and virtuous people. Only in the future can he become a master."

In the inner house, Princess Yu could call Xiaohuangsun out to play at any time, but in the outer house, Xiaohuangsun officially went out to study in the pavilion, and there were at least a dozen lectures around him, taking turns giving lectures, and no one was told not to leave.

Li Jiubao didn't want to use the eldest son as a bargaining chip for power. He wanted him to stay away from the intrigue of the back house, concentrate on his studies, and read books to make sense. It is enough to leave her and Princess Yu in the house torn apart, not to involve the children.

Wang Yu hesitated upon hearing this, "Saburo is only four years old, will it be too early."

Li Jiubao threw himself into King Yu’s arms, his eyes were red, "He is four years old, he has been enlightened to read a long time ago, he can read thousands of words, can read sage books, but he hasn’t even taken a big name, and he has not yet been a treasure of the royal family. Book. He was born different from others, is perilous, and he has to work harder than ordinary people. Your Royal Highness can rest assured that the concubine body will take care of his life every day and take care of his body. The concubine body can only give him one life. The academics and knowledge are given by the scholars of the Royal Palace, and the concubine hopes that he can become a talent as soon as possible."

Wang Yu was left out of the cold by his father since he was a child, and he officially went to school at the age of twelve. Li Jiubao mentioned that he instantly remembered the cold reception he received in the Forbidden City. Since he can give his son the best education now, why not? The son is not an ordinary child, he is talented, smart, hardworking, and a child prodigy. Now his knowledge is similar to that of a ten-year-old, so let him study ahead of time.

King Yu comforted Li Jiubao, "Then, according to what you said, my son must have what I didn't have before, and I will give him the best. Just let Mr. Zhang control his studies and Mr. Zhang control the Imperial College. There are countless students under him. When Saburo grows up, these students will become talents, and they will all be used by Saburo."

Unlike his father, who insisted that "two dragons must not meet", if he can, Wang Yu can't wait to ask Saburo to be his son now, confirm his position, and inherit everything from him in the future.

But he couldn't do it. Once he was canonized, he had to take a big name first. If Emperor Jiajing didn't give him a name, Saburo would not be an elder son.

Out of compensation, Wang Yu wanted to give his son everything he could give.

In this way, Xiaohuangsun was moved out of the inner house. Even if he is a child prodigy, he is only four years old after all. He has a natural dependence on his mother. He doesn't want to move out or leave his mother. Although his mother is strict with him, there is always a time for gentleness.

Tears rolled in his eye sockets, and his little mouth was flat and flat, but he still held back without crying. Since he was a child, his mother and master taught him to be strong, not to cry, and to be obedient.

Little Emperor Sun held it back, but Li Jiubao couldn't hold it back, she put her son's small body in her arms, "Although you moved to live in the outer courtyard, but you come to greet the prince and princess every morning, after your peace, you will come over. Look at your sister, look at... I, teach my sister to talk, play with her for a while, and then go back to school. It's the same on weekdays, but I live a little farther away."

"I told Mr. Zhang that I will take a day off every ten days when I study. I will keep your room forever. On the day of rest, you will come back and stay for one night."

Xiao Huangsun nodded sensibly, but still couldn't bear it emotionally. When he left, he held Li Jiubao's skirt tightly.

Li Jiubao's heart was cut like a knife. She didn't force her son's little hand, let him hold and hold him, just like sleeping in a baby, patting him on the back. After a while, Xiao Huangsun finally let go of the skirt corners by himself.

It was cruel to let a four-year-old child accept the reality of leaving his mother, but he stayed in the back house and he became a bargaining chip in the game between Li Jiubao and Princess Yu.

Without a good choice, one can only choose one that is not so bad.

Li Jiubao took his son by the hand and personally escorted him out of the backyard. The attendant Zhang Juzheng had been waiting at the Shuhua Gate for a long time. He was of medium build, good-looking, and with a beautiful beard.

Li Jiubao handed his son to him, "I will ask Mr. Zhang in the future."

Zhang Juzheng took the hand of Xiaohuangsun, "The minister will fulfill his mission."

Because Li Jiubao’s third child came too soon, Wei Caiwei was worried that her body would not be able to stand it, so she came to get her pulse every ten days. This time, I learned that Xiaohuangsun had moved to the outer courtyard. My heart can't be calm for a long time.

Back at Tianshuixiang's home, Wei Caiwei told Wang Daxia about what she had seen and heard in the Yuwang Mansion today, "...I used to hear a story about two women fighting for a child in a lawsuit and filed a lawsuit. Both claimed to be born by themselves. County. The grandfather ruled that the children were divided into two parts, one half. One of the women gave up and said she didn't want it. The county grandfather sentenced the child to her, and only the mother chose to give up the child for the life of the child."

"I always thought this was a random story. I didn't expect it would happen to me alive."

Wei Caiwei was very melancholy, "The more you roll around in this world, the more you feel that there is so much helplessness in this world, and there are very few happy gratitudes."

Wang Daxia still stayed at the place where Xiaohuangsun went to study at the age of four, and she was utterly speechless, "I was still playing in the mud when I was five years old. My name is'Wang Daxia', and I only write the word "big" in the middle. I started reading at the age of seven. A master can't hold on for a month and then ran away. Our children in the future, don't let me go!"

After a pause, Wang Daxia changed his mouth and said: "Reading is as you please, and everything else can be followed by me. Our future children must be smart, cute, beautiful, white and beautiful with long legs, and can write prescriptions in writing, and fight with martial arts. If you are a man, it is the dream of all the girls in Beijing, and if you are a woman, it is the dream of all the boys in the city—Bah, baah! The girl who dared to dream of me, I’ll kill Kill him!"

Before Wang Daxia got married and had a baby, she was automatically brought into the emotions of the old husband, and wanted to kill the brats who dared to miss his daughter.

After successfully avenging his father, the gloom in Wang Daxia's eyes gradually disappeared, and the familiar light gradually returned, occasionally fluctuating, but

At least it's back.

"You be more sober, the three-year filial piety period has not passed, so think so much." Wei Caiwei tied the sachet with spices to Wang Daxia's waist to get rid of mosquitoes.

Wei Caiwei disliked it. In fact, she was quite happy to hear Wang Daxia's words. People can't always carry the pains and burdens of the past. Looking forward to the future is a good way to slowly lose the burden of pain.

What's more, neither she nor Wang Daxia walked alone, they would walk the rest of their lives together.

The soft fingers stroked his waist and poked Wang Daxia's itchy flesh. He couldn't help but get up and said, "It's over in only seven months and twelve days." The countdown counted down every day.

After the filial piety period, Zhang Luo can be married three years late and do what Wang Xiaoxia likes most.

Wang Daxia is really filial. This boy who is famous for his volatility and frivolousness has been a disciplined abstinence during his father’s three years of funeral. Wei Caiwei secretly admires him and thinks that the child’s perseverance is best to follow his father.

"Alright." Wei Caiwei straightened Wang Daxia's collar, "You hurry up to work as a errand at Jinyiweiyamen, don't be late, Lu Ying will deduct the money."

When he mentioned money, Wang Daxia didn't linger at once. He hugged Wei Caiwei, buried his nose between her neck and neck, and took a deep breath, "My fiancee is so fragrant!"

You can "eat" the delicious food again in seven months and seventeen days.

Time passed in the countdown of the filial piety period that Wang Daxia was looking forward to day by day, the swelling belly of Li Jiubao in the Palace of the King Yu, and the copybooks copied by the little emperor and grandson.

The capital is entering winter again in a sandy sky, passers-by and pedestrians are wearing eye veils and masks. In the Forbidden City, Shang Qinglan can't go out in Yude Palace. She feels uncomfortable. She tossed and turned while sleeping and couldn't fall asleep. Jiajing Emperor was beside him. Getting older and sleeping less, asked: "What's wrong with Concubine Ai? Is it uncomfortable there?"

Shang Qinglan said, "No, I just feel bored."

Emperor Jiajing simply sat up, "What does Aifei think is interesting? I will play with you."

Emperor Jiajing has been ill for a long time, and his body has collapsed. Playing is just playing and can't do anything else. Shang Qinglan is only eighteen years old and young. Emperor Jiajing wants to compensate his concubine, and everything is left to her.

Shang Qinglan had an idea, "It's windy and sandy outside, let's play fireworks in the palace."

Emperor Jiajing and Chong Fei got up and lit box after box of fireworks. Seeing Chong Fei's smile, Emperor Jiajing felt it was worth it.

A lighted flower butterfly flew to the bed, sparks ignited the curtain...

Wei Caiwei was awakened by the noise in the middle of the night. She opened the window and looked at it. The north wind engulfed her and nearly knocked her down. The flames blazed towards the sky in the direction of the Forbidden City. In addition to the smell of wind and sand, the air also smelled of smoke and dust.

This familiar sight, this familiar taste. Wei Caiwei closed the window and glanced at the yellow calendar on the desk. The events of the previous life happened at the same moment. The emperor and Shang Qinglan played fireworks in Yude Palace and ordered the palace.

This kind of dry and windy weather helped the fire the most, even if the Lord Long was calling the wind and raining in the Forbidden City, it could not be saved.

In the middle of the night, Yude Palace burned into a pile of scorched earth, and the black ash floated all over the capital. Shang Qinglan played a big one this time and set off the entire Yude Palace as a firework.

A courtier wrote a letter, comparing Shang Qinglan to Su Daji, who had harmed the country and the people, and demanded that Shang Zhaoyi be severely punished.

Emperor Jiajing slapped the officials who submitted the letter and cut their posts for the people. If Shang Qinglan is Su Daji, wouldn't I be fainted?

Therefore, Emperor Jiajing not only didn't punish Shang Qinglan, but also gave her a position, from Zhaoyi to concubine. Because Emperor Jiajing has been in poor health recently and is always sick, what he looks forward to most is longevity, so he gave Shang Qinglan a title full of expectations and blessings—Shou.

Shang Qinglan became the concubine Shang Shou, even more honored and favored than before.

The author has something to say: the old people’s love relationship really set the old house on fire. This is also the last romance of the emperor.