Murong Mian found that it was really good to use the excuse of writing to lock Bai Qianfan in the house, one pass was half a day, he didn't scratch, he read quietly on the side, the breeze blew through the window lattice, and when he raised his eyes slightly, he could see the clouds in the distance from the half-open window, and the wisps were swimming, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and the years were so quiet.

He is satisfied, but Bai Qianfan is just the opposite, she hates writing now, boring, writing is sour, Chu Wang Ye is not satisfied, just ask her to write, time is lost little by little in this boredom, she has not played with the rabbit today, has not practiced, has not gone to the back garden, and there is still half of the cherry blossom yarn that the green lotus taught her to play...... There were so many things she hadn't done that she couldn't count them, so she put her pen aside in annoyance and sulked with her mouth.

Murong Mian looked up, hey, this temperament is big enough, practicing calligraphy is for her good, the dignified princess of Chu, in the future, she will have to contact the ladies of the clan, those women are carefully trained by the family, not to mention anything else, almost everyone writes in small block letters. He has seen the scriptures copied by the queen, the fine and dense fly-headed small letters, it makes people feel comfortable, even the first emperor has praised it well, he does not require Bai Qianfan to write well, but at least it has to be passable, not like an earthworm crawling.

He mostly doted on her, but he would never give in when it was time to be strict. got up and glanced at the words she wrote, it was really useless, and he was very dissatisfied with the fact that he had written for so long and had not grown at all.

"Look," he pointed to the words with his finger, "none of them are well written, and at first glance they are not careful, and I have forgotten all the words I taught you. Where did it go? ”

She was already impatient, and when she listened to his tone of teaching, she couldn't get angry, "Why did the prince force me to write?" My nurse said that women are talented but virtuous! ”

"That's talking about the daughter of the people's family, not you, you are the princess of the Chu Palace, and the words you write are not on the table, and you don't make people laugh."

"Jokes are jokes, I don't care."

"But I care, I don't want others to say that my princess doesn't grow."

"Why do you have to grow, I don't test my fame, I am the princess of Chu, there is glory and wealth, what do you want to do to grow?"

She reasoned crookedly, Murong Mian actually made her dumb, and in a fit of anger, she flipped over the words and posted them on the table, "According to the stroke by stroke on this, if you don't write well, you are not allowed to eat!" ”

She shouted: "No matter how I write, you are not satisfied, don't let you eat, I don't grow up, let others say that your princess is a little girl!" ”

Murong Mian couldn't help but laugh again when she heard this, she had this ability, she obviously annoyed him, and in the blink of an eye, she could make him laugh.

eased his face, and persuaded him in a good voice, "I don't ask you to write too much, just copy it ten times, it's good to write, you don't have any intentions, I can see it." ”

Seeing that she was still unhappy, he diligently polished the ink on the side and teased her, "Look, your face is big enough, and the dignified prince of Chu will serve you with pen and ink." ”

Bai Qianfan was not angry, "You asked for it, I didn't ask you to do it." ”

"Okay, don't be angry, write quickly, and eat when you're done." He waited on the side, grinding the ink full of inkstone, seeing that she gradually calmed down, he put down the ink strip, walked to the side to pick up his book, looked up, saw Hao Pingguan probing his brain at the door, probably looking for him something, looking back, the little girl frowned, a look of hatred and bitterness, but at least he was patiently writing.

He smiled quietly and walked out lightly.

Bai Qianfan wanted to write, and painted a scoop on the word sticker, how beautiful the words on the word sticker were, but what she wrote was still ugly, she sighed sullenly, which was also difficult, and then looked at it, most of the sand in the funnel was gone, but she didn't finish it once, and she couldn't help but be anxious.

What should I do, I can't finish writing and don't give me food, the prince of Chu is usually good to her, but sometimes he turns his face and doesn't recognize people.

There was no way, she had to speed up, as soon as the speed was fast, the writing became even uglier, not to mention that Murong Mian couldn't look down on it, even she disliked herself, and when she got annoyed, she put down the pen, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the basket.

Look at the hourglass again, the sand on the top is all leaked, she has an empty hand, the written words let her throw it away in a fit of anger, she is holding her breath in her heart, and she is wronged, she is not a person who has grown up, it is good to eat and wait for death for a lifetime, why should she be the princess of Chu, why practice calligraphy, she doesn't like these, she can practice kung fu, she can raise livestock, even if she is called to embroider, she is not willing to write.

She felt that she had been deceived by Murong Mian, saying how good it was to be the princess of Chu, but if she had to write, maybe she would have to learn something else in the future, she hadn't learned these things when she was a child, and she didn't even know much about the rules...... The more I thought about it, the more bottomless I became, my mouth flattened, I threw the pen to the ground, and I cried out of nowhere.

It's better to marry Du Changfeng, the daughter-in-law of a small official can't write, and no one laughs at her.

She cried so sadly that she took her sleeve to wipe her tears, and the ink on her robe hit her face, mixed with tears, and her little face changed into a cat.

Murong Mian came in and took a look, stunned, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" Why are you still crying? ”

She snorted while crying, "My eyes are on my face, I can cry if I want to, can you manage it?" ”

Ho! The person is not big, and the temperament is not small, Murong Mian bent down to look at her, "Yo, my eyes are crying like rotten walnuts, it's so ugly!" ”

"Ugly is ugly, ugly is also a shame for you!"

Murong Mian laughed, and pulled his sweat towel to wipe her face, "Not only is it ugly, but it has become a little flower cat, if you go out like this, who will recognize it as Princess Chu?" ”

She twisted her body and didn't cooperate, her little face was dirty, and there were two clean marks under her eyes, which made tears rush out, coupled with the strength of her horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes, it was funny to look at.

Murong Mian pulled her over, half threatening and half coaxing: "You don't let me wipe it, I'll call the maids to come in, Princess Chu has become a little flower cat, let them laugh." ”

Bai Qianfan still cares about some face, it doesn't matter if she loses face in front of Murong Mian, she has lost enough ugliness, and there is not much of this, but she doesn't want to show the red and green lotus, so it's embarrassing. The sobbing clicked, and finally stopped crying.

Murong Mian then asked her, "Tell me, why are you crying?" ”

Bai Qianfan held his head high, his little face tense, obviously that breath had not passed.

Murong Mian glanced at the pen and paper on the ground, shook his head helplessly, and gently wrapped her in his arms, "If you really don't want to write, don't write, crying for such a thing, you are really good enough." ”

Bai Qianfan was a little unconvinced, and looked at him with big eyes that had been washed with water, "Can you really stop writing?" "I was so strict with her before, and I wasn't allowed to eat until I finished writing, but now I can't write if I don't write?

"When did I lie to you?"

"If you don't say it sooner, I will cry in vain."

Murong Mian touched her head, he despised himself a little in his heart, he never gave up halfway in doing things, but only for her...... She couldn't harden her heart no matter what, and she cried, okay, all his principles were thrown to Java.