Chapter 6, Genius

Oh? Is Ao'er able to study in peace now? Are there any good articles or poems? The noble Consort Zhao, at this moment, also displayed a childlike spirit, seemingly wanting to tease Shen Ao as she asked.

When goat milk soap is applied to the skin, the sensation of smoothness is unparalleled by any other product. It seems that after using this item, all the dirt on one's body is completely removed, and in terms of cleanliness, it is certainly incomparable to bath beans. Moreover, the goat milk soap is larger in size, making it more convenient to hold in hand, which is not something that only the small-sized bath beans can compare to. Additionally, the fragrance seems to merge with the body, lingering for a long time, invigorating the spirit and creating a truly wonderful experience. The goat milk soap is larger in size, making it more convenient to hold in hand, which is not something that only the small-sized bath beans can compare to. Furthermore, the fragrance seems to merge with the body, lingering for a long time, invigorating the spirit and creating a truly wonderful experience.

It is said that Consort Zhao possesses a certain amount of silver. Firstly, she has given birth to a son and a daughter, and the monthly allowance from the palace is quite substantial. Secondly, the Zhao family's workshop is doing well, and they occasionally send some silver into the palace. This is what gives her the confidence to speak in such a manner. Of course, this also indicates her excessive indulgence of Shen Ao. If it were any other Zhao family member facing difficulties, whether she would extend a helping hand is truly a matter open to debate.

A poem by Yang Wanli from the Song Dynasty, "A Small Pond," was recited by Shen Ao in a manner akin to offering flowers to the Buddha, causing Zhao Fei, who stood nearby, to widen her eyes in astonishment, her body trembling slightly.

This was indeed within the expectations of Empress Zhao. In her view, when Shen Ao spoke of studying, it must have meant that he was tired from playing and was merely reading some miscellaneous writings or musical scores in the residence. Having watched him grow up, how could she not know whether Shen Ao was suited for studying or not

Caiyue also appeared, carrying the last bowl of fresh soup into the main hall. As he arrived, a gentle breeze brought with it a subtle fragrance of elegance.

The article ... ... does not have ? '' Shen Aoyao shook his head

This kneel is so natural. Reflecting on the contributions that Zhao Fei has made to "Xiao Shen Ao" over the past fifteen years, Shen Ao believes that this kneel is worthwhile

Shen Ao rose to his feet, feeling the genuine concern from Empress Zhao. He was touched and said, "Aunt, Ao'er does not lack silver. I am not causing trouble now; I have been studying at home for some time recently"

This is not a falsehood; I have spent a full seven days at home understanding and learning about this era, and there are witnesses to attest to this.

If she had previously approached it with a teasing attitude, now she is genuinely astonished by this seven-character quatrain. She never expected that Shen Ao, who has always been unlearned, only knowing how to spend money, waste resources, and cause trouble, could write such exquisite lines. The spring water is quietly silent because it is reluctant to part with the delicate flow, the tree's shadow reflects on the water's surface, enjoying the gentle breeze and sunny days, and the tender lotus leaves have just revealed their pointed tips above the water, with a mischievous little dragonfly already perched on top of them. Is this not perfectly fitting for the scene?

The dim sum has been consumed, and it is now time for the main meal. At this moment, it is noon, the time for lunch, and eight small dishes are being served one by one by the maidservants. Six meat dishes and two vegetarian dishes are prepared to cater to Shen Ao's taste.

Shen Ao smiled, but to Cai Yue, this smile seemed somewhat mischievous. To be honest, she was indeed startled by the goat milk soap just now.

She had been waiting for a long time without seeing Shen Ao, and was just about to stand up anxiously to check outside when Shen Ao suddenly appeared, kneeling before her. For a moment, Zhao Fei instinctively thought that Shen Ao had gotten into some trouble again, so while helping him up, she asked with concern, "Ao'er, are you short on silver again? How much do you need? Your aunt will find a way."

"A'er, does this poem have a title?" Zhao Fei, who was beside her, had realized it earlier and looked at Shen Ao with an expression of anticipation.

"I dare not disobey your command." Shen Ao slightly bent his body and clasped his fists. When he rose again, his stature seemed even more upright than before

Just as Empress Zhao had given up on this idea and was about to concern herself with other matters, Shen Ao spoke again, "There is no article, but as for poetry, there happens to be a poem."

After reciting a poem, Shen Ao seemed to linger in thought, standing there in contemplation. He believed that when Mr. Yang Wanli composed this poem, he must have also envisioned the scene before him.

In high spirits, Consort Zhao pulled Shen Ao down to sit, and soon after, the palace maids brought various pastries, most of which Shen Ao was willing to eat. Indeed, these pastries, which contained no additives, were quite delicious, and in a short while, Shen Ao had consumed quite a bit.

Shen Ao smiled slightly beside her, as this was precisely his intention in encouraging Cai Yue to take a bath. It is often said that seeing is believing; the effectiveness of soap is difficult to convey merely through words. Only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly appreciate its wonders

"Oh, why is this child performing such a grand gesture? Quickly, get up." While speaking anxiously, Consort Zhao hurriedly took two steps forward and, without needing anyone's assistance, directly reached out to help the kneeling Shen Ao to his feet.

The Empress Zhao merely asked in jest just now, originally intending it as a light-hearted remark. Unexpectedly, Shen Ao actually claimed to have written poetry, which piqued her interest. With a smile still in her eyes, she said, "Oh? Has Ao learned to write poetry as well? Why not recite it for your aunt to hear?"

Good, the name is simple, yet it aligns with the theme, Xiao Chi! Not bad, not bad. Zhao Fei's face once again revealed a smile, one of comfort and satisfaction. In her view, Shen Ao was finally growing up and beginning to understand the importance of progress

Just now, Shen Ao mentioned that Cai Yue had gone to take a bath, but Zhao Fei did not take it to heart. After all, as a female official, there are certain privileges and benefits. However, when the other party finally appeared, she brought with her a subtle yet discernible fragrance, which took Zhao Fei by surprise. She gently raised her head and first looked at the fresh soup, noticing that it was merely a common sweet bean soup used to relieve summer heat. She then spoke in confusion, "Where does this faint fragrance come from?"

Shen Ao, upon witnessing the scene of the lotus flowers just beginning to bloom in the pavilion, was deeply moved and recalled the verses he had read, feeling that they were particularly fitting. He contemplated reciting them, for history has changed, and no one knows whether certain individuals will ever reappear. Thus, it is essential that those beautiful poems should not be forgotten.

Without speaking immediately, he turned around and came to the front of the palace, his gaze directed towards the lotus pond that was blooming. At that moment, he happened to see a dragonfly landing on a lotus flower, and his expression broke into a smile as he spoke in a clear voice: "The spring's eye silently cherishes the delicate flow, the shade of the trees reflects the water, loving the gentle sunshine. The young lotus has just revealed its pointed tip, and already a dragonfly is perched on top."

When I first held it in my hand, I only sensed a faint and elegant fragrance emanating from within. However, I did not pay much attention to it; it was only when I actually applied it to my skin that I realized the immense power of this soap, which appeared to be no larger than the palm of my hand and had a milky white color. It was as if it were made from high-quality bath beans, no! It was far superior to the effects of bath beans. At least in terms of fragrance, the bath beans I used before could not compare to this goat milk soap in my hand. It was as if it were made from high-quality bath beans, no! It was far superior to the effects of bath beans. At least in terms of fragrance, the bath beans I used before could not compare to this goat milk soap in my hand.

"Aunt, how about naming the poem 'Little Pond'?" Shen Ao chuckled and turned to ask Zhao Fei.