"Don't worry, my sister has a way to get you out." Yan Tienan touched his little round head and comforted.

"Well, thank you, sister." A happy smile bloomed on Xiao Yuan's pink little face, she was very smart and understood the meaning of Yan Tienan's words, she would not affect others, nor would she hurt her mother, but her mother must be sad, after all, it took a lot of effort to cultivate her.

"Give." Yan Tienan suddenly took out a few scrolls of paper full of handwriting from his arms.

"What?" Xiao Yuanyuan was stunned, took the paper roll, opened it, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"It's a gift from your sister." Yan Tienan chuckled, in order to strengthen Xiao Yuanyuan's determination to join the boy camp, she put in some effort, and did not hesitate to give her the treasured Son of Heaven Mobao.

Those few paper scrolls were found in the palace of Empress Zhou when she and Tang Tiantian entered the palace to greet the two queens, and Zhu Jian occasionally practiced hard pen calligraphy, and was quite satisfied with his hard pen calligraphy.

"Thank you, sister." Xiao Yuanyuan was very happy, and her pink little face was full of red tide, but she didn't raise her head, and her eyes were sucked by the dense and messy hard pen words on the paper roll, and she couldn't move it anymore. She Bing Xue is smart, and she doesn't need Yan Tienan to say it to understand who wrote these handwritings.

Chen Yuanyuan's current mood is like that of a fanatical star chaser in later generations, a die-hard fan, if he suddenly gets a signed photo of a star, or a jersey worn by a big star, he screams with excitement, and he is so happy that he doesn't want to, and he sucks hatred in the circle of friends.

Zhu Jian's practice of calligraphy is to write as he likes, write whatever flashes in his mind, there is no fixed words at all, and he does not pay attention to the interval according to the format, swaying at will, just enjoy himself, therefore, the whole paper is dense, messy, of course, just look at the font, his hard pen font is still good.

What mountains and rivers are the pinnacle of life, white rich and beautiful, rich and handsome, rare and precious words and words, there are also words and lyrics that come to a short paragraph, you are the wind and my sand, lingering forever, that day I walked in the sunset, saw a pair of love snuggling up to each other, at that moment the past came to my heart, your eyebrows locked my love, your lips and teeth between my vows and so on.

Sometimes there is also a poem of the ancients, who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and green, I smile to the sky from the horizontal knife, go to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun, Hugh said that women are not heroes, and the dragon spring wall sings on the night and night.

These few lines of poetry are densely packed, and the messy pile of words is like the glittering gold in the sand, as soon as Xiao Yuanyuan sees it, the look in his eyes becomes more and more bright and moving, and the corners of his lips unconsciously escape a smile, who said that the emperor can't write poetry? Come out, this girl promises not to hit you.

Since ancient times, who has not died, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat......

I smiled at the sky with a horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun......

She closed her eyes and savored the deep meaning, but unfortunately her age, experience, etc. could not taste the highest level of poetry, but she was sure that these sentences were definitely quatrains for the ages, enough to be passed down for centuries.

After she was sold into Shuiyun Pavilion, she has been receiving strict training in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, song and dance etiquette, etc., she is smart and smart, she can learn it, she has revealed her talent at a young age, and she is known as the little talent of Shuiyun Pavilion by her sisters, and she is more favored by her mother, of course, the cash cow of the future, who doesn't love it?

confirmed that the big idol can compose poems, and it is a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages, and the happiness and worship of Xiao Yuanyuan's heart are more and more heartfelt, but unfortunately there are only one or two sentences, not complete, what a pity.

Seeing the eyes she cast, Yan Tienan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, saying that there was no, maybe Queen Zhou and Tian Guifei had it, but next time I entered the palace, I would ask again, or I could wait until the family banquet and the family was happy to take the opportunity to ask.

"Sister, tell me about some things about the emperor." Xiao Yuanyuan shook Yan Tienan's arm and coquettishly, whether it is modern or ancient, fans are full of interest in various things about idols.

"Okay." Yan Tienan shook his head and smiled bitterly, last night she slept in the same bed with Xiao Yuanyuan, and was pestered by her to talk about the Son of Heaven all night, whether it was a state affair or a private matter, Xiao Nizi was full of great interest, and she was a little sleep-deprived.

All the children in the boy camp regard Zhu Jian as a reborn parent, coupled with his various infusion and brainwashing, and all kinds of dazzling divine skills, so that the children both love and worship, like Yan Tienan, Tang Tiantian and other extreme personalities are even more fanatical, all the words that come out of her mouth are words of praise, and after some modification and processing, the Son of Heaven is described as a perfect saint who has no one before and no one after him, and it also makes Xiao Yuanyuan listen to it with a heart and worship.

Three days later, Xiao Yuanyuan and his two sisters returned to Nanjing, except for the rest of the window in a daze, basically nothing abnormal, still as usual to learn various skills.

One day at noon, my mother wanted to go to the street to buy something, and Xiao Yuanyuan pestered her, and my mother was so annoyed that she had to take her.

Nanjing is the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the miniature version of the imperial court, the cabinet six departments and other departments are readily available, it is a first-line metropolis, the pedestrians on the street are endless, the dazzling array of goods makes people dazzled, all kinds of shouting, laughter, bargaining constitute a prosperous and lively urban picture.

Although my mother went out with a bodyguard, she still didn't let go, and she kept holding Xiao Yuanyuan's hand, walking through the bustling crowd, and I didn't know where a few drunk and smoked men came out, and accidentally had a small friction with the bodyguard who opened the road in front, and during the quarrel, my mother suddenly found that Xiao Yuanyuan was gone, and hurriedly looked around.

When the streets of Shuiyun Pavilion were full of people looking for people, Xiao Yuanyuan was already lying comfortably in a big horse, escorted by a team of brocade guards, rumbling towards the Beijing Division.

Yan Tienan and Tang Tiantian couldn't run to Nanjing to kidnap people, so they could only go to Jinyiwei's one-armed commander Lei Yin to help, how dare Lei Yin refuse, and sent a few clever subordinates to wait near Shuiyun Pavilion, waiting for Xiao Yuanyuan to send a signal to kidnap people.

There is a little girl named Xing Yuan in the boy camp, even if the camp master knows, he will not pay too much attention, during this time, some children of the noble family have entered the camp, and some talented children have been sent away to receive more professional learning and training, coming and going, who remembers so much? Moreover, the person was brought in by Yan Tienan and Tang Tiantian, Her Royal Highness the princess who was given the title by the Son of Heaven, how dare she really investigate, and when she reported it, she just said that there was another teenage girl in the camp.

Although Zhu Jian knew everything that happened in the boys' camp, but many people were busy, he just glanced at the report and let it go, Xing Yuan's name really didn't have a little impression, if it was Chen Yuanyuan's name, he would never forget it, and the trajectory of history had changed a little here.

Perhaps it was the triviality effect of butterfly wings, but there was also an incident in remote Liaodong, an incident that made Zhu Jian furious and determined to speed up military reform.