As soon as Gu Tang walked in, she saw Xiao Tuanzi running towards this side with a smile, and she immediately squatted down, just as she wanted to hug him.

Someone's ruthless big hand directly grabbed the back collar of Xiao Tuanzi, resolutely resisted him from approaching Gu Tang, and said in a high-sounding manner: "It's time for homework, go back and practice calligraphy."

Mo Yi learned to be smart this time, he knew that it was useless to resist with Mo Siyan, so he looked at Gu Tang pitifully, with a pair of big black eyes, full of grievances.

Being stared at like this by such a cute little guy is a woman, and her heart can't help but flood.

Just as he was about to carry the person to the desk, the hand holding the back collar was suddenly separated.

Gu Tang tidied up the messy clothes for Xiao Tuanzi, took his little hand and said with a smile: "Let's go, my sister will take you to practice calligraphy."

Mo Yi, who succeeded, secretly raised his chin at his ninth brother in a place where Gu Tang couldn't see, and his white and clean little face was full of pride at the moment.

Hmph, Stinky Ninth Brother.

Let you and I rob my sister!

Mosi Feast: "......"

How did this little cub become so hateful now?

Gu Tang said that she was practicing calligraphy with Mo Yi, but in fact, she was sitting next to him and watching him practice calligraphy.

It looks like a soft little hand, but the pen is very powerful, when it should be collected, when it should be put away, when it should be put down, the wolf howl brush in his hand, down an elegant word.

It's so mature that it doesn't look like it's written by a child, and people who don't know read it and think it's the handwriting of a famous artist.

Gu Tang thought of his dog-like handwriting, and suddenly sighed a little, sure enough, hard work will not deceive people.

When she was a child, the teacher who enlightened her was a famous master of Northern Qi, and when she was old, in order to be idle but afraid of loneliness, she accepted her master's invitation to come to Yaowang Valley to be a master.

At that time, she couldn't calm down, and she felt that it was a waste of time to deal with something as boring as practicing calligraphy.

After practicing for a few years, it still has the same handwriting as a dog.

was so angry that her teacher blew her beard and glared, and threatened to expel her from the teacher, "Heh, don't say that I am your teacher when I go out in the future, teach you such a student, I'm afraid it will be too late!" ”

Thinking of this, Gu Tang sighed slightly in his heart, and he didn't know how the teacher and his old man were doing now.

Four years ago, he took his wife to travel around, saying that before entering the earth, he should see more of the great rivers and mountains of Northern Qi, except for the letter that came back to Yaowang Valley during the New Year, it is almost difficult to know his news from other places.

Just when Gu Tang was thinking about it, her arm was pushed, she withdrew from her thoughts, turned her eyes, and met Xiao Tuanzi's expectant eyes.

His soft little hand, pinching the ink-colored brush, seemed to be handed to her, and Gu Tang took it without knowing it.

"What's wrong?"

Mama Cui on the side explained with a smile, "Xiao Shizi wants to learn the girl's words." ”

"Our little master, no other interests, when he has nothing to do, he likes to imitate different handwriting, except for His Royal Highness King Yan, Xiao Shizi is still the first time to ask others for words."

Mo Yi nodded hurriedly.

Looking at his sparkling eyes, Gu Tang was extremely embarrassed, "Hmm...... Still no, my words, a little out of your hand. ”

Her dog gnawed the same words, what was there to learn, the children who had just gone to school were better than her, and it was too embarrassing to take it out.

Mama Cui only thought that Gu Tang was modest, "Xiao Shizi has not learned a woman's handwriting, so the girl should show him a new one." ”

She is Princess Jing's dowry maid, and has been serving King Jing and his wife, after Mo Yi was born, she took on the responsibility of taking care of the little prince.

Later, both masters died.

His Royal Highness King Yan begged the Queen Mother to raise the little son, and she also came to the Yan Palace.

As a person who watched Mo Yi grow up, she knew very well what her little master had experienced, the originally lively and cheerful little guy, who witnessed the tragic death of her father, queen and mother, suffered from a serious psychological disorder and became silent and introverted.

Obviously it was the age of the fuss, but he was so quiet, only occasionally when he had a temper with His Royal Highness King Yan, would there be a bit of vividness on his face.

When she thought that the little master would not get better for a long time, Gu Tang appeared, in front of the girl, the little master would be coquettish, laughing, and showing the same emotions as other children......

Therefore, Mama Cui really hopes that Gu Tang can get along with Mo Yi more, and hopes that in the process of cultivating their relationship, the little master's heart disease can gradually improve.

Gu Tang didn't know what Mama Cui was planning in her heart, she only knew that if she wrote in front of Xiao Tuanzi today, her image of being wise and martial in his heart would be ruined.

She handed the brush back, "My handwriting, it's really nothing to look at, if you want to learn a woman's handwriting, my sister will bring you the eldest princess's handwriting next time." ”

The eldest princess not only has extraordinary talent in governing the country, but also is proficient in self-cultivation of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the handwriting that is excellent.

Gu Tang did this just to save some face for himself, but in the world of children, refusal is equal to dislike.

The light in Mo Yi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he sadly withdrew the brush, if there was a tail behind his buttocks, he would definitely be hanging down in despair.

In the innocent and clear eyes, there seemed to be a mist swirling, and the circle of eyes was already red.

Sure enough, he is a child who hates people in the mouth of adults, and no matter what he does, he will not be liked by others.

Gu Tang had been with Mo Yi for three years in her previous life, and seeing that he was obviously uncomfortable, but he pretended to be strong, she immediately knew that her refusal made him feel too much.

Just when Mo Yi was more and more sad when he thought about it, his body suddenly emptied, and then he fell into a warm embrace, and the soft voice that belonged to his sister sounded from the top of his head.

"Since the baby wants to see it so much, then my sister will write it now, what words does our baby want to read?"

Not far away.

There was a click, and it was the sound of a glass cracking.

When the guard next to the man saw it, his voice trembled with fright, "Temple...... Your Highness, are you alright? ”

Mo Siyan threw the crumbs in his hand into a pile and lightly threw them on the wooden table next to him, and picked up another intact teacup as if no one had just done it, as if everything just now was just an accident.

"No problem."

However, the green tendons on the back of his hand, like seeds breaking through the ground, stood out very fiercely, and with his gloomy face, it looked terrifying to the extreme.

The guard swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stopped talking, and stood with a stiff back and pretended to be dead, for fear of being harmed by the pond fish.

One big and one small in front of the desk, I didn't notice the anomaly here.

On the little face that was still depressed just now, there was a bright smile on it at this moment, and Mo Yi's mind was now full of scenes of his sister holding him and calling him baby, he picked up the pen excitedly and raised his hand to write.

- My sister's name, and mine.

It was supposed to be over here, but Mo Yi suddenly thought of his ninth brother, and his innocent pupils were full of entanglements, and finally added a nasty name.

- Let's write another Ninth Brother's.

Hearing that it was a name, Gu Tang breathed a sigh of relief, if she wrote any poems, she couldn't even guarantee the same size of each word if she ran into a few more strokes.

Mama Cui next to her didn't know what she would see next, she looked at the warm two people in front of her lovingly, and she was even thinking about it in her heart.

When she was free, she was going to urge His Royal Highness King Yan, a good person like Miss Gu must marry as soon as possible.

Just when she was thinking like this, seven words had fallen on the rice paper on the desk.

Mama Cui stretched out her head to take a look.

She: "......"

Mo Yi in Gu Tang's arms, his expression was not much better, he looked at the big characters on the rice paper suspiciously, and the whole person seemed to be frozen.

My sister's words are a bit different from what he imagined.