"Back to Your Highness, everything is fine." Jiang Wu said.

Yun Rongjue glanced at Yu Lie and pulled him back. There were only two of them left in the hall, he stretched out his hand, signaled and raised his eyebrows, Jiang Wu quickly comprehended, and took out the notebook paper he had made under the corridor of the academy today.

The paper is a lot of records, but it is a little messy, and there are not as many words written with an ink pen as there are crosses.

"These, what are they?" Yun Rongjue pointed to the circle forks one after another.

Jiang Wu was a little weak-hearted, "Hmm, this is a word that slaves don't know." ”

There are many words in the poems that Mr. Shuyuan will write down that she does not understand, and she can only record them in this way.

Yun Rongjue looked at the little girl's clumsy notes, his depressed mood was better, and he smiled helplessly, he took the pen and paper on the side, and wrote down the messy poems recorded by the little girl.

"Do you know how to pronounce it?" He picked up the paper.

Jiang Wu looked at it, his eyes rolled, and the sound of Mr. Fang Cai's poetry echoed in his ears.

Her little head subconsciously turned like that of her husband, "The ancient wood is in the shade of a short canopy, and the cane helps me cross the bridge east ......"

Yun Rongjue looked sideways at the little girl's appearance, hooking her thin lips, "It's good to read, know how to write these words." He threw down a sentence and stood up and walked outside.

Jiang Wu tilted his little head and put away the paper written by the man.

……

"Your Highness."

Yun Rongjue's face was not as relaxed as when he spoke to Jiang Wu in the hall just now, "In half a month, it will be eighteen, and the matter will be handled well in this hall." ”

Yu Lie knew when Yun Rongjue was saying, and bent his hands into fists, "My subordinates understand, and I will live up to His Highness's trust." ”

When Yun Rongjue returned to the hall, he saw the small figure lying on his stomach in front of the desk, he approached, the little girl was holding a brush in her right hand, but her little head was already on the table.

He walked to the little girl's side, tilted his head and looked at the paper on the table, which was full of the quatrain poem, from top to bottom, neater and cleaner each time. He turned his eyes to look at the people around him, the little girl was sleeping peacefully, and the corners of her pink lips seemed to have a shallow smile between them.

Yun Rongjue looked at it and lost his mind for a moment, and a figure flashed in front of him.

The charcoal fire in the hall was warm, and the little girl lying on the table suddenly muttered, and her brows moved and slowly opened her eyes.

"Hmm......" She looked up, and suddenly saw a man leaning on a few naps not far away, she blinked, suddenly realized something, and stood up in a panic.

Bang Knock...... Two tones.

Yun Rongjue's eyebrows trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at the little girl.

Jiang Wu got up too anxiously, and the thing on the table that hit the corner of the table was knocked over, she panicked and hurriedly helped the thing up, and looked at the man not far away with some fear, "Disturb Your Highness, the slave knows the mistake." She said.

Yun Rongjue had no displeasure in his eyes, flicked his sleeves, and changed his posture, "Come here." ”

Jiang Wu walked to Yun Rongjue's side, knelt down and leaned over, Yun Rongjue picked up the pastry in front of her and handed it to her lips, "The dining room has just been made, it's sweet and delicious, see if you like it or not." ”

Jiang Wu was slightly stunned, and after a moment, he subconsciously raised his hand to pick up the pastry in his hand, but was avoided, Yun Rongjue's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he glanced at it. She hesitated, but finally obeyed and opened her mouth to eat.

"Do you still like it?"

Jiang Wu nodded, and Yun Rongjue smiled with satisfaction, "Then these are all for you." With a word, he stood up and walked towards the inner sanctum.

Jiang Wu looked at Yun Rongjue's back, and then turned his eyes to look at the pastries on the table, and a warmth slipped into his heart.