After breakfast, Qianyan needs to go to the imperial study to deal with the memorial, and the two children have to study homework with Xun Zihuai.

After a busy half-morning, Qianyan handled the memorial efficiently, and the two children's homework also ended. Next, she took her two children to practice swords.

He Wenxuan, with short arms and short legs, held a small wooden sword and practiced carefully according to the movements taught by Qianyan.

Qianyan found that He Wenxuan was more talented than He Wenqian in martial arts, so she paid more attention to this aspect of He Wenxuan. Since there is this talent, it must not be wasted.

At this time, Xun Zihuai would sit aside, drink tea, and watch them practice.

He doesn't have the talent to practice martial arts. Maybe God felt that he had given him too much and blocked the talent for martial arts.

He propped his chin and looked at the woman over there holding a giant sword and dancing like a tiger, and he couldn't look away. She is the most noble woman in the world, he thought, no one in the world can match her style.

He Wenxuan was too young, and she was exhausted and paralyzed after a while. Xun Zihuai walked over and picked her up on the chair: "Princess, take a break."

"Ah, good." He Wenxuan's eyes were still on Qian Yan's body, his face full of envy.

Xun Zihuai couldn't help but laugh. Her Royal Highness was really a bit like Her Majesty, especially the sword.

Not long after, He Wenqian also came to rest.

He sat there upright, like a little adult, drinking water well.

"The queen mother's swordsmanship is more powerful than before." He Wenqian said, "Unfortunately, I don't have the talent of the queen mother, so I can only look at my sister."

He Wenxuan clenched his small fist: "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely become very powerful."

"Come on, sister."

The interaction between the two brothers and sisters made Xun Zihuai smile. Is this what His Majesty expected?

"Teacher, has he been restless again recently?" When He Wenxuan went to dance with the small wooden sword again, He Wenqian approached Xun Zihuai and asked about He Qingshan.

Now that he is sensible, he naturally knows how He Qingshan treated him back then. The other party didn't take him to heart at all, and planned to raise him up. Anyone who is not a fool knows what he is thinking.

He Qingshan clearly wanted to kill the donkey from the very beginning.

I don't know if it was because of his enlightened mind, he could even remember some things that happened when the Empress was not around when he was very young.

For example, the way He Qingshan and Ling Shi'er kissed me while the mother emperor was out in battle. In front of him who was only one or two years old, he did some awkward things. Do they really think that children have no memory?

That's right, no one would have thought that when he was in his teens, his memory of one or two years old suddenly became clear, right?

As soon as he thought of what those two had done, every word and deed, he felt sick in his heart.

"There's nothing wrong, but I'm not willing to live in the harem, and I don't want to learn the rules. I'm still thinking that Your Majesty can give him the throne."

When He Wenqian heard this, he was about to laugh angrily, his young face flushed with anger: "He really wants to be beautiful."

The Queen Mother fought hard for ten years, and He Qingshan hid behind her back to eat and drink spicy food and fuck women. In the back, he also plotted against the mother with the woman, and wanted to kill the donkey.

Now that he still has the face to want to be the emperor, why doesn't he go to heaven?

"Don't be angry, Your Majesty, His Majesty has his own opinion, and he can't beg for it."

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