"It's time for you to practice your handwriting." Qingqing glanced at An An, looked at the text, and nodded, "But the story is very smooth." ”

"It's not a story!" An An pouted.

"But you're writing like a story." Qingqing sighed lightly, "Only record what you see, don't write what you think." ”

An An twisted his chubby body, but Wan Ying hugged him down, "Your Highness, the water is boiled, you wipe your body, the slave maid took the little young master to wash, he didn't take a bath today." ”

"Go ahead!" Qingqing put down the booklet.

"Sister, won't you wash with me?" An An hugged Wan Ying's neck, and didn't forget to look back at Qingqing.

"You forgot, my sister is injured and can't sweat or touch the moisture." Qingqing looked at Wan Ying's hugging An An and shook her head, "You let him down, how old are you, hugging him every day, I feel uncomfortable looking at him." ”

"No, slaves are used to it." Sakura smiled, bowed, and withdrew.

"Go help her." Qingqing pointed to the palace maid selected in the morning, and the palace maid hurriedly retreated.

Qingqing picked up the book again, she had finished reading the book, and now she looked back at the small notes that were clipped, one by one on the same place, she had read the whole book, and now when she looked at those notes, she had a new feeling.

"Give me pen and paper." Qingqing bowed her head and ordered.

"Girl, if not, let's remember it again tomorrow, the warm water is good." Yin Zi whispered.

Qingqing took a look, the little eunuch sent a basin of water, lowered the curtain, and Yin Zi hurriedly rolled up her sleeves, twisted a handkerchief, and carefully handed it to Qingqing.

Qingqing looked at the old book, shook her head, and clipped the note back. I took the handkerchief and wiped my hands gently. returned the handkerchief to Yin Zi.

Yin Zi put the handkerchief on the tray of the palace maid, took the new handkerchief, rubbed it lightly in the water, twisted it and handed it to Qingqing.

Qingqing put the handkerchief over her face, closed her eyes, and let her mind rest for a short time.

Qingqing wiped her body with such a handkerchief, in fact, she had already wiped her body early this morning. She had a fever last night, and when she woke up this morning, she sweated profusely countless times in one night, just as she thought. The fever subsided this morning, how could she stand it because she loves cleanliness, she wiped it for a long time and changed the water twice before she could barely get dressed. Now she didn't want to take a bath so much, although she hadn't rested much for a day, but she had been leaning on it, and she hadn't moved much.

"Sister......

Qingqing was concentrating on putting on his middle coat when he yelled outside. Qingqing's hand shook, and Yin Zi and the other palace maids were also startled, but Yin Zi finally got used to it, so she shook her hand, and then picked up the basin of water as usual and handed it out.

Seeing that Qingqing was already lying back, he opened the curtain with the palace maid, and the little fat man with water beads on his face rushed in Pupu. suddenly pounced on the head of the bed, "Sister, the bathtub in the palace is not as good as ours." ”

"I'll write something, will you sleep first, or play for a while?" Qingqing wanted to pick him up, but Yin Zi had already carefully picked up An An first, but instead of putting him on Qingqing's body, she put him in the bed and let him sit obediently.

"You write it!" An An was really well-behaved, leaning on the side and looking left and right, "Sister, your bed is very comfortable." ”

"Is it cold or not?" Qingqing has been lying down today, and the quilt has been warm. And she also noticed that the sky had just darkened, and the smoke cage had been lit in the hall, and the temperature in the room had risen.

"Forget it, when did it get cold in your house? Sister, it's so hot, why are you still making a fire? An An despised Qingqing.

"Don't start a fire tomorrow, when you're injured, don't be too hot." Qingqing smiled at Yin Zi.

"Yes!" Yi Zi thought about it, she wanted to ask if she wanted Tang Pozi, but looking at the fat An An, she decided not to ask. silently took a pen and paper to Qingqing.

Qingqing didn't forget what he just thought of, he picked up the pen and hurriedly put what he just remembered, An An sat on the side and watched, his mouth was still moving, but he was a good baby, watching his sister write, he was honestly watching on the side. By the way, he took his big book and looked at it from time to time, he still remembered what he had just said, what he wrote was a story, not a record.

Qingqing didn't read the book, because she had washed her hands, and she felt a little dirty about the book, but what she recorded was not reading notes, but the doubts in the notes, all of which were entries one by one. This is something she needs to be sure again, and there should be no time for it today.

An An could see what Qingqing was writing, so he looked at what Qingqing was writing while looking at his own big book, and he probably understood what Qingqing meant. However, he still did not speak. Honestly waiting.

Qingqing finally wrote down everything she wanted to remember, motioned to Yin Zi to put away the pen and ink and the small table, and leaned on a comfortable sigh of relief, looking at An An, "Want to listen to the story?" ”

"No, I'll write it myself." An An twitched, indicating that he was a little injured.

"Actually, I think you're very good at writing, yes, you can actually write a script." Qingqing looked at An An with a smile, she really thought An An was very cute, in this court, if there was no An An, she felt that she couldn't go on.

"But it's not a good thing to do." An An was a little frustrated.

"I know a few people who are very good at writing stories, and they write their own autopsy stories, which is very beautiful. I can make a lot of money from books. There are also troupes that arrange their books into a play, which scares a group of little girls like Evening Sakura and Yin Zi screaming. Qingqing shaved An An's chubby face, "But you little chubby face, when the play comes out, you come out to stand on the platform, you say, will those little girls be a little disappointed?" ”

"What happens if you're disappointed?" An An looked at her little belly.

"You may not believe that what you write is true, and you may think that you are a bastard." Qingqing thought about it and said.

An An hurriedly looked up at Wan Sakura: "Sister Sakura, do you think I'm a bastard?" ”

"Slaves don't dare!" Wan Ying lowered her head, she especially wanted to know how Qingqing would persuade An An. She really felt that it was a bit unbearable to let An An develop freely.

"Why does she keep saying that she doesn't dare, not like this at home." An An looked at Qingqing discouraged.

"Because this is the palace, at home, your mother can yell at me and beat you; When you get to Grandpa Liu's house, you have Sakura, but at that time, was she more unkind to you? When they got here, couldn't she and Sister Xiaozi even lift their heads? Qingqing smiled. Of course, it is also a very sad triple jump in his identity, so An An also went from a market boy to slowly face a life that should not belong to him.

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