Sang Zhi was wearing a small gray robe, with a hint of eagerness on his face, and bent down to pick up the rice paper on the ground.

Ye Qianning frowned, why was he bullied so badly every time he saw this villain?

looked down at the rice paper floating at his feet, bent down and picked it up, the font on it was neat, and the writing was full, Ye Qianning couldn't recognize all the traditional characters, so he looked at it roughly.

Then I picked up another one, well, it's not the same as the writing.

"National Fortune." Chopper picked up one and said goodbye.

"Copyed?" Ye Qianning asked.

"Well, I can copy out the Beili Datongyun, I am really patient, the font tip is powerful, it seems that the Eighth Prince has practiced calligraphy." Chop Chi was quite appreciative.

"It's a fart." What Ye Qianning finds useful is insight.

"This is wrong, it is not easy to understand Datongyun, as the saying goes, those who are diligent have wisdom, and they have seen too much natural ears and eyes, and the future is unlimited." He had seen it in his studies, but he had never watched it.

"On paper."

Ye Qianning raised his feet and walked towards the villain.

Sang Zhi picked it up one by one, patted off the dust on the rice paper, carefully put it away, and suddenly it was dark in front of him, and he stepped on the rice paper more, he was slightly stunned and looked up.

At this time, it was morning, the sun was rising overhead, Ye Qianning was relatively large, and he stood in front of him to completely cover the sun above his head.

Sang Zhi looked up, and the person above was carrying the sun, and he saw a dark face with unusually bright eyes, staring directly at him at this time.

Ye Qianning just stood like this, holding the rice paper with his little hand and stretching it out, seeing that he didn't move for a long time, he couldn't help urging: "What are you doing in a daze, take it." ”

Sang Zhi came back to his senses, stood up, and took the rice paper: "Thank you." ”

"Why are you ostracized every day?" Ye Qianning asked.

Sang Zhi did not speak.

"I don't talk again, I don't know and think you're dumb." Ye Qianning felt that this kid was too introverted.

"Whose child are you, how dare you talk to the Eighth Prince like this." The plainclothes eunuch hurriedly followed.

"Father-in-law Li." Chop Chi walked to Ye Qianning's side.

As soon as Gonggong Li looked at the person, he immediately understood: "It turned out to be a young lady who cut the family, and it was the old slave who was clumsy." ”

"Uh...... Kindness. Chop Chi skimmed, and the fat baby on his leg hugged his arm, which really looked a little overlord.

"The Eighth Prince's homework has been picked up, let's go quickly, if you can't hand in the schoolwork, you will be punished." Gonggong Li turned around.

"Yes." Sang Zhi nodded.

The little guy drove the car over, and Gonggong Li helped Sang Zhi to get into the car.

Sang Zhi got into the car, lifted the curtain with his little hand and looked at Ye Qianning.

When Ye Qianning saw him, he raised his hand and beckoned, smiling like a flower.

Sang Zhi had a little emotion on her face, and before Ye Qianning could take a closer look, the man had already lowered the curtain, and the carriage passed by her.

"How did you know the Eighth Prince?" Slash asked.

"Last time in Changyang Palace, the Seven Princes were bullying him." Ye Qianning shook his head and sighed.

"The mother concubine of the seventh prince has been favored for many years, and the eighth prince is naturally incomparable, you are still young, you don't understand these things, go, eat." Chop Chi bent down and picked up Ye Qianning with his hand.

"It's not just that a motherless child is like a grass." Ye Qianning snorted.

Surprisingly did not speak, Kyoto City has always been a mother with a son, and a son with a mother, and it will not be too bad if the two have one day.

Neither, identity is just the last straw that crushes people.