The book didn't read a few pages, Jing Ning took the book and leaned on the side of the bed and dozed off, her little head shook down one by one, Mo Ran closed her eyes and kept her mind, but the sound of reading became slower and slower, softer and softer, until it disappeared, Mo Ran opened her eyes and looked at Jing Ning who was sleepy, nodding frequently, and was amused by her again.

The general helped Jing Ning to lie down slowly, letting her sleep more peacefully, and he put away her books, leaned against her, and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, but gradually became sleepy.

Jing Ning's consciousness was awakened in the dream, and on the stone chair in the pavilion in the distance, a back figure was sitting quietly, seeing this back Jing Ning was inexplicably happy, she knew that the person in front of her was waiting for her.

It's back to the beginning of their memory.

Jing Ning walked up to him happily, "Little Taoist, don't you have to make alchemy with your master today, you have time to see the scenery here so leisurely." “

"I'm not looking at the scenery, and you can't say I'm small." The Taoist priest held the book in his hand above his head and scared her.

Jing Ning hurriedly dodged, "I know you're older than me, but you're only five years old." Jing Ning muttered.

"That's also big, you little girl's family, you just came to this palace and you were so naughty, you're not afraid of offending some big guys, and you'll be beaten?"

It's okay not to mention this, it's always a little lonely after a few days in the palace, the princess she wants to accompany is often wilted because of illness, and she doesn't have much strength, and she only needs to fall asleep next to the princess when she sleeps at night, and block her illness according to the requirements of the national teacher.

But in this palace, Jing Ning has interesting games, either to flutter a butterfly, or to hide the small jewelry of a palace maid, and they are anxious to chase after them until these sisters agree to play with her.

Playing and making trouble, I forgot about homesickness, and now this little Taoist priest mentions, she is a little lost, since she was a child, her mother said that her eyes are shallow, and she cries when she cries, she always holds it quietly, blaming herself for not being angry.

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became, and tears fell down.

"Eh, I'm teasing you, don't cry." The little Taoist priest panicked now, and the more he said, the more fierce Jingning's crying voice became.

"Jing Ning, Ning Ning, do you know how to read, do you see what I have in my hand?" He quickly picked up the bamboo slip book in his hand and shook it to attract her attention.

"Yes, there's bamboo."

"Well, it's not bamboo."

"Wood."

"No, it's a script." This kid shouldn't know how to read, the little Taoist priest couldn't help laughing.

"What is a script, is it fun?" Jing Ning had heard of this thing for the first time since she was twelve years old, and if you looked closely, she had seen stacks of this thing piled up on the table in her brother's study, often blocking her brother tightly.

"The script, it's very fun, does A-Ning like to listen to stories?" Seeing that she stopped crying, the little Taoist priest laughed and explained.

"Of course I like it, Aning remembers the story that my mother told A-Ning." Her little face, which had been crying, was beaming again.

"As for the script, it is a story engraved on the bamboo slips, but if A-Ning wants to understand it, he still needs to learn to read and write." The Taoist priest looked at her seriously, scratched her little nose, itchy, Jing Ning couldn't help rubbing it, but her eyes couldn't take her eyes off the notebook in the Taoist priest's hand for a moment.

"Then what to do, my father said that girls don't need to be literate like boys." Thinking of this, Jing Ning was a little aggrieved.

"Who said that, this was written by a woman."

"Wow, then A-Ning also has to read and write, and he also has to write a script." Hearing him say this, A-Ning secretly made up his mind.

"Then I'll teach A-Ning to read, okay?" A-Ning likes the Taoist priest to laugh too much, warmly, and he speaks softly and gently, like a new quilt that A-Niang brought her in winter, with the smell of sunshine.

"Hmm!" Jing Ning felt that today was really worth it, and she would be able to recognize words in the future.

The childhood memories of meeting Bing Wan in the dream were so beautiful that Jing Ning outside the dream laughed, but it frightened the general who was just about to fall asleep beside her.

"This little guy, what did he dream about, and he became like this." The general was confused, and simply sat up and looked at her in the moonlight and laughed in her dreams.