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

Chapter 991: Chu Jun is in Trouble

Shi Anxia looked at the words on the letter and sat alone for a long time.

The morning light slanted into the house through the carved window lattices, making her figure seem lonely.

Bei Hui came to urge her to eat, but she didn't move even after being urged several times.

The iron horse and silver needle cup on the table had long been cold, and the floating leaves sank to the bottom of the cup like a few dead green fish.

His mind was in a trance, and he seemed to be slightly sad and sorrowful. He had grasped the wolf on the pen holder without knowing when, and the ink dripped down the tip of the pen, spreading a dark cloud on the rice paper.

She circled some of the words.

Those lines are: The first smoke darkly locks the railings. The secluded window is half-closed, and the joy remains. The boat has passed the twelve ghost gates. It is difficult to ask the full moon about my worries.

She adjusted the order and found that this was a scrambled acrostic poem. Chu Yun You Nan means that the King of Chu is in trouble.

Something happened to mother!

Shi Anxia read the poem several times, and finally circled two lines: Don't be afraid of the knife's edge at dusk, the morning sun melts the cold snow.

The rising sun is the sun, and the blade is the Chinese character for "Zhao". This is her brother Shi Yunqi reminding her to be careful of Emperor Zhaowu.

So secretive! The message was transmitted in the same code as the military newspaper. This shows that it was not that there were no letters from home for so long, but that the letters were intercepted.

My mother is in trouble. Is it related to Emperor Zhaowu?

"Madam, what's wrong?" Bei Hui couldn't help asking. She was fine just now, and she was fine when she was reading the letter from home. "Is there something wrong with this poem?"

The poem was spread out on the table, without covering it. Bei Hui took a sneak peek but didn't dare to look at it clearly.

In fact, even if she saw it carefully, she couldn't understand the deeper meaning.

She focused on the circled words, but still couldn't figure out what they meant. She just felt that no matter what the writers wrote, they couldn't do without the moon, wind, frost and snow.

Shi Anxia didn't answer her, but just sat there silently. Occasionally, he would stare at the circled words, and sometimes he would just sit there blankly, as if he was recalling or reflecting.

In this life, Emperor Zhaowu's life was too smooth, which was not a good thing.

In the front, Cen Yuan contributed money and effort to help him plan, and in the back, the retired emperor trusted him wholeheartedly, so he even got the throne reluctantly.

Like a chosen one, everything is within reach.

The untempered emperor eventually lost his way in the overwhelming power.

After he secured the throne in fear, he thought that whatever he wanted, whether it was a person or an object, he must get it.

Today, the North Wing is in its heyday. The young emperor forgot how many people have contributed silently to the prosperity of the country and marched against the wind.

Why did he attack his mother? What has happened now?

Shi Anxia's mind was in a mess. Her mother's condition made it impossible for her to think quietly. She just wanted to fly to the capital.

If she rushes back, can she turn the tide?

Shi Anxia recalled a rare quarrel she had with Emperor Zhaowu a few days ago. First, Emperor Zhaowu wanted to take the children back to Beijing and refused to allow Ye Xun to be their mentor. Second, she urged him to return to Beijing.

The two finally parted on bad terms.

When Emperor Zhaowu left, he left Tiema City with resentment and anger. But it was obviously impossible for Emperor Zhaowu to attack his mother just because of this matter.

What else is there? Shi Anxia pondered.

Before they could figure out what was going on, they heard the children clamoring for their mothers. The wet nurses came in groups.

Bei Hui wanted to stop her, but was afraid of disturbing the lady.

But he couldn't stop her, because Yi Yi, the loud voice, was already shouting from a distance, "Mom, Mom, hold me!"

Shi Anxia finally came back to his senses and folded the letter carefully and put it into his sleeve.

She first leaned over and kissed her second daughter's pink cheek, then gently hugged her youngest daughter San San into her arms. Finally, she poked her son's forehead with a finger, pressing against his fluttering, "You! Did you listen carefully to Master Song's lecture today?"

"Mother is partial to me!" Yi Yi was dissatisfied. He grabbed his mother's hand and dived into her arms.

He pushed San San aside and wiggled in his mother's arms, looking up at his little face covered with grass and grinning, "Master Song is so incompetent! I can recite everything he taught me."

Shi Anxia was so angry that she twisted her son's ear, "Master Song is not talented and learned? Say it again! You don't even know how to respect your teacher. Have you read all those sage books into a dog's stomach?"

Yi Yi was dissatisfied and curled her lips.

Shi Anxia recited a few famous poems, and he recited them fluently. He could also recite the more difficult ones, although he would stutter occasionally.

He was very competitive and was afraid of being laughed at by his mother when he stuttered while reciting, so he stood up straight, pretended to be serious, shook his head and slowed down his pace so that he could prepare the recitation in his mind.

Shi Anxia taught him, "It's normal if you can't recite it, or recite it wrong. People don't need to be too perfect. Being too strong will hurt yourself."

He also said, "You must learn to accept failure and setbacks, otherwise your life will be very difficult."

Yi Yi was stubborn and argued earnestly, "Mother, my son will not fail. I can really recite all of them. I am smarter than other children. If mother doesn't believe me, just wait and see!"

He stood a foot away from his mother and recited everything that Master Song had taught him. He recited it word for word, although he still stuttered occasionally, but he quickly adjusted himself.

When he stuttered, sweat broke out on his forehead, as he was trying his best to perform in front of his mother.

Shi Anxia nodded and praised, "Well, very good. It seems that Master Song taught well."

Yi Yi said seriously, "Mother, I learned this well on my own. It has nothing to do with whether Master Song taught me or not. He doesn't know as much as I do."

"Nonsense! Master Song is a top scholar, full of poetry and books, but he doesn't know as much as you!" Shi Anxia was so angry that she pinched the soft flesh on his cheek with her hands, "If I hear you say this kind of nonsense again, I will beat you up! There are always people better than you, and there are many people who are better than you..."

"Mother, Yi Yi is the best!" He stood with his hands behind his back like Master Song usually did, looking very stubborn.

Shi Anxia said, "Your uncle is the most powerful, he..."

"My uncle the Emperor is naturally the best and most powerful," Yi Yi interjected, "He can let me ride a horse."

"It's not your uncle who is the emperor. You also have an uncle who is the number one scholar."

"Who is greater, the emperor or the number one scholar? Who is more powerful?" they asked seriously one by one.

This! It’s really hard to answer.

After the children's commotion, Shi Anxia felt much better. In the evening, when Cen Yuan came back, she handed him the poem and read, "Something happened in the capital."

Cen Yuan took a look and found no problem. He paused for a moment on the words she circled and frowned, "You guys are still playing with acrostics?"

He saw the clues, "My mother is in trouble. Is it related to Emperor Zhaowu?" After a brief thought, he said, "The matter should not be as serious as you think. If it was Emperor Zhaowu who did it, it would be easier to deal with."

Shi Anxia was relieved at this. "Do you also think that if it was Emperor Zhaowu who did it, there would be room for change?"

Cen Yuan did not answer, but asked, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, did he...have a crush on you in the last life?"