Xiao Lan's son and daughter perfectly inherited her beauty.

The daughter is carved with jade, and the son is handsome and cute. He snuggles around him from the left and right, which is not unpleasant. Emperor Lin’s impression of this sixth prince is only at the age of three, showing his stupid appearance.

Five years have passed, and the child has grown a lot taller. The scene of his imagination drooling with his head tilted and silly smile did not appear.

The little boy cage in the halo had a very innocent look. When he smiled, he was like his sister, and there was a small dimples on his lips. He might not be as smart and intelligent as a normal child, but he was not as annoying as he thought.

And he can also memorize the nine-nine watches!

Emperor Lin stood silently at the door, listening to him stumblingly recite the 99th watch, and then said to Xiaowu as if he was asking for credit: "I'm done!"

Lin Feilu stretched out a hand and touched his head: "Brother is so awesome, then these little rabbits are all yours."

Lin Zhanyuan clapped his hands happily, got up and ran over to pick up grass rabbits, and suddenly found a stranger standing at the door not far away. He was always afraid of strangers, so he immediately turned his head on the spot and ran back behind Xiao Lan nervously. When he was hiding behind her, he carefully poked out half of his little head and looked at the door.

It's exactly the same as Xiao Wu's expression when he saw him being frightened.

He is worthy of being a brother and sister.

Xiao Lan then found someone at the door. She looked up and her expression stagnated for a moment, but she quickly reacted and immediately stood up to salute: "I have paid homage to Your Majesty, but I don't know that Your Majesty has arrived, and I have missed the opportunity to welcome you."

Lin Feilu ran over happily shouting "Father".

Emperor Lin smiled. When she ran closer, he leaned over to pick her up, then walked towards the courtyard. When he walked to Xiao Lan, he smelled the faint fragrance on her body, which was similar to the sachet he wanted from the prince.

Emperor Lin held his daughter in one hand and helped her with the other: "Get up."

Xiao Lan saluted again before she got up. Lin Zhanyuan pulled the corner of her clothes and hid behind her. Xiao Lan pursed her lower lips and said softly: "Yuan'er, salute your father."

Lin Zhanyuan secretly glanced at the strange man and looked at the sister in his arms.

Lin Feilu silently made a lip lip at him: Daddy.

Lin Zhanyuan immediately understood that this was a game that my sister often played with her!

As long as she doesn't say these two words out loud, she will be polite according to the movements she taught and say...

Emperor Lin saw the little boy who was afraid before slowly walking out from behind Xiao Lan, saluted him obediently, and said childishly: "My son is paying homage to my father."

Emperor Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Not only can he recite the nine-nine watches, but he can also salute. He looks neither crazy nor stupid, and is quite well-behaved.

When you have the worst result of something but finally find that it is not as bad as you imagined, it is very easy to satisfy.

His tone was quite gentle: "Get up."

However, after being the emperor for a long time, he had a momentum of being arrogant without anger. Lin Zhanyuan was very sensitive to the aura of everyone, and after getting up, he hid back in fear.

Emperor Lin looked at Xiao Lan, then looked at his son who was curious and looked at him. Looking back on all the past, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Lin Feilu hugged his neck and asked sweetly: "Father, why are you here? Do you miss me so much that you come here?"

Emperor Lin smiled and said, "Yes, I miss my Xiaowu. Does Xiaowu miss my father?"

Lin Feilu blinked her eyes: "I thought about it. I thought about it!" She asked in a low voice: "Did your father bring me the roast chicken from the imperial kitchen that I mentioned last time?"

Emperor Lin laughed and used his beard to prick her soft face: "You girl, you are thinking about that stutter all day long. I think you are not thinking about me at all, but my imperial kitchen."

The little dumpling was seen through and immediately buried it in his shoulder and acted coquettishly.

Emperor Lin sucked enough soft and glutinous dumplings, put her down and looked at the green grass and flowers on the ground, and asked Xiao Lan: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Lan lowered her eyes slightly, with gentle curves bent at the corners of her lips, and even her voice was very soft and pleasant: "Use these flowers and plants to make some small animals for the children to play with."

Emperor Lin leaned over and took a grass rabbit and looked at it, feeling sad: "I remember you're skillful." He picked up the sachet that he hung on his waist, "I thought this sachet looked familiar when I first saw it. Did you embroider it?"

Xiao Lan looked up and looked at her, her eyes showed a hint of surprise, and she nodded: "Yes."

Emperor Lin smiled and nodded: "I wear it very well."

Not to mention that this was stolen from the prince.

Xiao Lan also smiled gently, and Emperor Lin asked again: "I heard that you fell into the water and got cold not long ago. Is your body bigger?"

Xiao Lan replied, "Thank you Your Majesty for your concern, it's already good." She paused, looked up at Emperor Lin, her eyes were extremely gentle: "Thanks to the supplements sent by Your Majesty, I can recover so quickly."

Xiao Lan now makes him feel much more pleasing to the eye than Xiao Lan back then.

At that time, Xiao Lan never gave her a gentle smile or a sincere thank you. Emperor Lin sometimes felt that she had a soulless puppet in front of her, with only a beautiful face.

Now, she is gradually becoming more and more vivid, probably because she is a mother, and she has a warm breath in her whole body.

He taught Xiao Wu so well, even this stupid son was unexpectedly well-behaved. Seeing that she was not inferior to her beauty back then, the three-point favorable and seven-point hesitant in his heart when Emperor Lin came before had turned into seven-point favorable and three-point regret.

He walked towards the room: "Come in and talk, don't stand."

Xiao Lan should have done so, so she led his two children into the house.

Although the quality of life in Mingyue Palace is much higher than when Lin Feilu first came, it is a very remote and old palace after all. Although it is clean and tidy and has a pleasant fragrance of flowers, Emperor Lin felt that the place was too simple and simple when he entered.

Thinking that the mother and son had lived in such an environment over the years, and this situation was caused by themselves, Emperor Lin felt a little guilty.

Xiao Lan walked over to lay down and sat down. After serving him, he ordered Qingyan, who was waiting aside, to make hot tea.

This tea is different from other teas. It is mainly dried flowers. After it is put, there is no tea flavor, only a faint fragrance of flowers. Lin Di ate it greasy at lunchtime. He drank a cup of dried flower tea and just relieved his greasyness. He couldn't help but nodded.

Asked, "The Office of the Interior does not seem to offer this kind of tea this year. Did you make it yourself?"

Xiao Lan nodded and briefly explained the steps for making dried flower tea. Emperor Lin drank another cup while listening. After she finished speaking, she smiled and said, "It's not worthy of my praise for your skill."

The two had a very harmonious chat, while Lin Feilu and Lin Zhanyuan were eating snacks and eating melon seeds on the couch on the other side.

Lin Zhanyuan is still curious about this stranger and secretly asked his sister: "Why is my mother smiling at him?"

Lin Feilu said: "Because my mother likes her father, of course she will smile when she sees her father."

Lin Zhanyuan pouted: "Mom likes me and my sister!"

In his little head, there was no dad's consciousness.

Lin Feilu taught him a lesson: "Without dad, there would be no brother and I, so you should also like dad. The best family of four is to be neat and orderly."

As a martial arts practitioner, Emperor Lin naturally had extraordinary ears. When he heard his words, he looked up and saw the little boy's white and handsome face whimpering. After being taught a lesson by Xiao Wu with his waist on his waist, he pouted and shrank back with a grievance.

He came to Mingyue Palace, and except for the salute in the courtyard just now, he had been consciously avoiding everything about this stupid son. According to his thoughts today, he just planned to take a look outside and would not even come in.

After all, he wasn't fully prepared.

As a result, not only did people sit in, but they even wanted to say a few words to Lin Zhanyuan after hearing Lin Zhanyuan's words.

Xiao Lan noticed his gaze and felt a little stern. She was about to say something to change the subject, but she heard Emperor Lin say in a deep voice: "Lao Liu, come here."

Xiao Lan pursed her lower lips, her eyes not hiding her worries.

Lin Zhanyuan was still stupidly eating melon seeds, and Lin Feilu poked him: "Brother, my father is calling you."

Lin Zhanyuan turned his head and glanced at it, explaining seriously: "My name is Lao Liu, my name is Lin Zhanyuan."

Emperor Lin laughed: "I remember my name."

Lin Zhanyuan understood this time and said proudly: "I can write!"

Emperor Lin raised his eyebrows: "Oh?" He glanced at Xiao Lan, "What did you teach?"

Xiao Lan lowered her eyes and said, "It was Xiaolu who taught me."

Emperor Lin thought it was quite interesting, so he ordered: "Get pen, ink, paper and ink."

Qingyan took the order and quickly spread the paper and ink. Emperor Lin walked down from the couch, walked to the side of the desk, and looked at Lin Zhanyuan indifferently: "Write a few words for me to see."

Lin Zhanyuan was a little scared, and held his body slightly. Lin Feilu touched his head and whispered: "Brother, don't be afraid, write for the father."

He always listened to his sister, looked at her, and accepted her encouragement, and then he carefully moved to the side of the desk.

Lin Feilu’s teaching achievements over the past year are of course effective.

Although Lin Zhanyuan's handwriting is hard to conceal his tenderness and frivolity, his strokes are smooth, and his characters have already appeared. Emperor Lin looked at it a few times and even felt that the three words of the silly son were even better than those of the fourth son.

That ignorant dog thing! Not enough for anyone!

Emperor Lin has always loved talent. Just from this word, his impression of his stupid son has changed a little. After looking at it, he asked, "Do you have other words besides your name?"

Lin Zhanyuan looked at him in fear, feeling that the father and sister who forced him to write really looked like they were.

He felt wronged and held the pen and started writing other words he had learned.

Emperor Lin looked at the handwriting that gradually appeared on the paper and his expression gradually became condensed.

This silly son wrote: The peaceful and prosperous era, the jade is clear.

Xiao Lan just said that his calligraphy was from Xiao Wu.

Emperor Lin's eyebrows sternly and looked at Lin Feilu next to him.

Xiao Tuanzi stood a few steps behind him, just placing his feet to look here, and met his gaze, his neck shrank, and lowered his head a little guiltyly.

Emperor Lin said in a deep voice: "Xiao Wu, why did you teach your brother to write these eight words?"

How could he not see the pleasing meaning of this?

Xiaotuanzi was so scared by his words that he didn't dare to look up. He wanted to shrink into a ball, and the little trolls on his head curled up in fear.

Emperor Lin couldn't help but regret that his tone was too stern just now. He walked forward two steps and squatted down in front of Xiao Tuanzi, then he saw her crying in a low voice.

My eyes were red and my eyelashes were moist, and my tears rolled down my face, looking very pitiful.

Emperor Lin's heart suddenly stopped working. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face, and said softly: "I am not cruel to you, don't cry."

She pursed her lips and raised her head a little bit, her nose was pink, and she choked and said, "Father, don't hate brother, okay?"

Emperor Lin was stunned.

Xiao Tuanzi timidly pulled his cuffs, and begged while crying, "They all say that my brother is a fool, and my father hates fools the most. My brother is not stupid, and my brother can write. Can my father not hate him?"

When Emperor Lin heard this cry, how could he not understand?

What kind of mood did Xiao Wu teach her brother to write these eight words? How much harm has his blindness caused to them in the past five years?

Even the palace servants could insult the prince as a fool without any hesitation. She was so young that when she heard these words, the only way she could think of was to teach her brother to write.

She just hopes that when she sees these words, she will be less annoying to her brother.

And what did I do just now?
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