Also known as: Little Tuan * * Qi Yu's Tragic Life
Spring passed and autumn came. Day and night alternated. Unknowingly, the little dumpling from back then had already grown up. Moreover, his face was serious, and he looked a little old-fashioned.
In the morning: politics, geography, scripture, arithmetic.
In the afternoon: equestrian archery, cuju, vocal music, calligraphy.
Now that Gong Qiyu was seven years old, his personality was surprisingly determined. Not only did he persevere with such heavy studies day after day, but he also did very well.
Back then, GongYimo said that the homework was too heavy and that it wasn't good and would affect the child's growth and development. However, little Gong Qiyu refused. There were even a few classes that he took the initiative to add, just so that he could develop in an all-round way and become an outstanding person like his father.
As for others saying that his father was taught by his mother, little Gong Qiyu expressed that he was already seven years old. How could they treat him like a three-year-old child?!
On a summer afternoon, Gong Qiyu was practicing calligraphy while thinking angrily!
Beside his hand was the calligraphy that his father had personally written. When the little one's gaze landed on it, there was a kind of almost obsessive worship!
He had to work hard! As long as he was outstanding enough, his father would definitely value him more!
With this thought, he was full of enthusiasm and wrote more than ten big words!
It was no wonder that he worked so hard. It was because he had fallen out of favor since he was young. Growing up, it could be written into a history of blood and tears!
And the source of all this evil was his mother!
His mother was very bad. When he was three years old, she snatched his milk cake. He went to his father to complain, but his father hugged him and said, "Qiyu is a man.
"Qi Yu is a man, and men don't eat sweets. But if you want to eat, Royal Father will compensate you."
Later, although he received his father's compensation, he didn't want to eat sweets anymore. He wanted to be a man!
However, every time he saw his mother proudly eating desserts, he would still drool and then walk away proudly …
When he was four years old, his sister was born. His father hugged his sister all day long. He was jealous and wanted his father to hug him. His father told him righteously, "You are the older brother. You have to give in to your sister. She is very fragile now, so you have to protect her well."
After that, he never mentioned this matter again. However, one day, Lady Mother went to reason with Lord Father. She said that he liked children and didn't like her anymore. Lord Father hurriedly threw his younger sister to the palace servants and hugged Lady Mother for a long time to coax her …
This was nothing. The most infuriating thing was that when he was five years old, he fought with his mother because he was competing for her favor! As expected, Imperial Father first coaxed Imperial Concubine Mother before lecturing him.
"Qi Yu, you're a man. Shouldn't you give in to your mother?"
Gong Dai raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a deep voice.
Gong Qiyu said angrily, "Why didn't she give in to me?!"
Gong Dai told him very seriously, "Qi Yu, have you forgotten that you are already an adult!"
Gong Qiyu pursed his lips. "But … but Imperial Mother is also an adult, right?"
Gong Dai sighed and patted his head. "You're wrong. Your mother is still a child …"
After saying this, the father and son looked at each other and there was a strange silence.
When he was six years old, not only was his mother's status above his, but his little sister, whose nickname was Little Bean, also started to compete for favor. When he ate, he could only sit upright and eat by himself. However, his little sister refused and insisted that Lord Father carry her and feed her. She would even use a very soft and cute voice to call Lord Father. Every time she called him that, she would blink her big eyes and Lord Father's expression would soften. It was as if he wanted to hug his little sister and not let go.
Gong Qiyu saw it. Every time he ate, his chopsticks would pierce the bottom of the bowl!
However, he couldn't stand it anymore. There were others who couldn't stand it either. His mother put down the bowl and said angrily, "From tonight onwards, you'll sleep with Little Bean! We'll sleep in separate rooms! "
At that moment, Gong Qiyu saw the smile on his father's face instantly freeze. In the next second, he stuffed the little bean into his father's hands and moved closer to his mother's side to inquire about her well-being. That was called being gentle …
Little Bean and Little Bean trembled. They looked at their mother, who was enjoying her husband's feeding, with envy, jealousy, and hatred!
The two little ones looked at each other and saw sparks flying in each other's eyes! It seemed that if they didn't defeat Lord Mother, they wouldn't be able to obtain Lord Father's favor for the rest of their lives!
Thus, a vigorous family feud unfolded.
Little Bean used her looks and young age to pester Lord Father. Little Rice Ball used her eagerness to learn and be sensible to attract Lord Father's attention.
During the day, Little Bean pestered Lord Father to teach him. Actually, he knew all that, but he liked to listen to Lord Father teach him again. Lord Father's teaching was very different from Grand Tutor's.
When Grand Tutor taught, he always had to show off his knowledge, quote the classics, and deliberately complicate the knowledge points.
However, Lord Father was different. With just a few words, he could summarize the main points and draw inferences, allowing Little Bean to learn new things.
His only dissatisfaction was probably every time Little Bean said, "Lord Father is so amazing."
Lord Father would stroke his head and lie to him. "What Lord Father knows, it was all taught by your mother."
Gong Qiyu was speechless.
At night, it was Little Bean's chance. He would always walk over to Lord Father to hug him.
Today was.
"Lord Father, it's so dark at night. I want Lord Father to hug me to sleep."
Tomorrow was.
"Lord Father, there's thunder. It's so scary. I want Lord Father to hug me to sleep."
Even if there was a wet nurse accompanying him, he would still avoid the wet nurse to look for Gong Dai.
"Lord Father, I had a nightmare. I want Lord Father to hug me to sleep."
Sometimes, when Gong Dai refused, Little Bean would start her performance. Her big eyes would be filled with tears, but she would look at Gong Dai with a pitiful gaze!
This was definitely hereditary. Gong Dai expressed that he couldn't handle it at all!
However, when it made him waver, GongYimo would snort coldly and pull his heart back. However, he was her child after all. GongYimo also had times when she was soft-hearted, so Little Bean would succeed once or twice out of ten times.
Gong Dai didn't know whether to laugh or cry in the face of the infighting in the family. In front of him was the passionate worship of the two children, behind him was the resentful gaze of his precious wife. He couldn't eat well every day. He always felt that it wasn't right to continue like this.
Until one day, GongYimo angrily ran away from home with Qiu Xingfeng. Only then did Gong Dai realize the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly ran out to look for them.
Only then did the two little ones completely stop.
They finally recognized a fact. First, Lord Father would always dote on Lady Mother the most.
Second, without Lady Mother, they would also lose Lord Father.
Therefore, when GongYimo came back again, the family of four stopped. The two little ones tried their best to act cute to keep GongYimo, afraid that she would run away.
Little Bean and Qiu Tuanzi both accepted their fate.
If they were ranked below Lady Mother, then so be it. After all, Lady Mother … wasn't that bad …
Looking carefully, there were quite a lot of advantages.
Thinking of this, Gong Qiyu broke the writing brush. Fine, this piece of paper was ruined.
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