"Brother!"

Shuer suddenly raised his head from the book, his eyes were not stained with a trace of dust, and he looked at Huaiyang with anticipation, which caught him off guard for a while.

Shuer is begging Huaiyang to catch the knife on her behalf to complete Ji Xuanyuan's poems and articles. Although Ji Xuanyuan acquiesced to Shuer's daily run to the Sihua Division, he also attached great importance to her studies, in addition to taking care of her life at any time, he often came to check on himself, and sometimes left some extra homework for the princess to complete. There are copying scriptures and practicing calligraphy, and occasionally if Ji Xuanyuan is interested, he will also write a few poems and even articles in Shuer.

This was a bit difficult for the princess, who was only six years old, and once Shure stayed up on her desk to complete the copying, and Huaiyang felt that she was really hard, so she took advantage of the middle of the night to copy the rest for Shure.

Now Shure knew how powerful Huai Yang was, and knew that he was good at imitating other people's handwriting, so he often asked Huai Yang to write some homework for her.

Huaiyang's characters were taught by An Sui, and An Suinian begged the queen to send him to the princess to serve the pen and ink in the matter of Feng Wurong and Huaiji. Now because the queen is pregnant, she came to the Qianzheng Palace with the princess.

Because of this, I was afraid that An Sui would be embarrassed, and secondly, I was afraid that An Sui would be able to see the clues, so I refused to write for Shuer a few times, and I always had to persuade her to do everything in person, and I had to study it carefully and repeatedly to understand its meaning. It's just that Shure always begged Huaiji to promise not to make an example, but there will be a next time soon.

Huaiyang was about to refuse, but he saw Shuer's mouth pursed, and in the blink of an eye, the tears poured out like a living spring in the stone, and he grabbed Huaiyang's sleeve with one hand and shook it gently, "Brother! ”

What else could he say?

Shuer jumped like a little bird and brought Huaiyang to his place, laid out rice paper for him, used Lantian jade paperweight, handed the Xuancheng Xuanhua pen to my hand, brought a Xinghua stool by himself, climbed up and knelt on it, stretched out his hand to grind Tinggui ink for Huaiyang with Xiangyan, and looked at Huaiyang with a smile on the side of the poem "Xijiang Moon" written by Huaiyang.

The wind lotus contains buds and curls slightly, and the green calyx cinnabar is swaying. The dry chirping of summer cicadas disturbs the quiet, and the yellow flowers are faint.

Back to the dream of seeing the second bridge, walking in the overflowing bird platform. Jiaqing is full of Shaoguang, and Tinggui is white and empty.

When Xi Jiangyue finished writing, Shuer pursed his mouth, and the tears were about to fall down again, "Brother laughed at me again." ”

When Huaiyang saw Shuer's appearance of crying, he hurriedly coaxed, "Don't cry!" Princess, if you think the minion is not good at writing, just write it again. ”

Shure didn't want to cry at first, but when he heard this, he cried out with a "wow", and the voice was loud and miserable.

Huaiyang still wanted to coax, but Ji Xuanyuan suddenly walked in, Shuer was grinding, the ink splashed on his hand and he didn't notice it, but now when he cried, his hand wiped it off his face, and the ink was painted on his face several times, and that handsome face was as funny and ridiculous as a play on the stage.

An Sui was still holding back, Ji Xuanyuan couldn't help laughing, and Shuer cried even more when he heard the laughter.

Ji Xuanyuan hugged her from behind, "Why did Shuer cry so much?" ”

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of this word on the table, smiled when he looked at it, and stretched out his hand to beckon An Sui, "Come, Ah Sui, you can also take a look, this word and this word have a bit of your taste." ”

An glanced at Huai Yang after reading it, and Huai Yang knelt on the ground and didn't say anything.

Ji Xuanyuan said, "Okay, Huaiyang, you should get up too!" ”

Shuer finally breathed a sigh of relief, his crying stopped, and he got off Ji Xuanyuan's body again, ran to Huaiyang's side, and pulled his sleeve, "Brother." ”

Xu Mingchang's face changed, "How can a princess call the palace person her brother, it's really insulting to the identity of the princess!" ”

But Ji Xuanyuan just smiled, "Eh! It's nothing, the first emperor still called Zhou his brother when he was young, but it was just a joke of his youth. ”

Ji Xuanyuan touched Shuer's head, "The princess doesn't have any brothers, when Yun Pei is still there, she can occasionally come into the palace to play with her, and now she has gone to the fiefdom with her father, and the princess is the eldest sister in the palace, and sometimes I feel a little lonely." Counting up, Huaiyang is about the same age as Yun Pei, and the princess feels closer. What's more, it also shows that Huaiyang's child is indeed good to the princess, but he is very calm when he is young, otherwise the princess will not be close to him. ”

Huai Yang lowered his head deeply, but Ji Xuanyuan beckoned to him, asked him to come closer, looked him up and down, turned back and said, "It is indeed you who taught it, and I can rest assured that he will take care of Shuer." It's just one thing, and he is not allowed to ghostwrite for the princess anymore. ”

When Huai Yang heard this, he quickly knelt down and pleaded guilty.

Ji Xuanyuan smiled, "Okay, get up!" Since Shure thinks I have too much schoolwork, let's do less! I don't want you to be able to write good articles when you're older, but you still have to learn poetry. Although you imitate the princess's handwriting very similarly, there is also a little flaw, but the word 'Quetai' should not come from the mouth of a woman. The words are well written. ”

"Minions don't dare!"

An Sui said softly, "The emperor doesn't want to praise him." ”

Ji Xuanyuan shook his head and said, "If it weren't for your student, I might not value him." ”