Xiao Yingxue ignored Xiao Zhi's painting and walked towards the mountain with herbs in her arms.

Even if she didn't look back, she could feel Xiao Zhihua's resentful gaze.

The dove occupies the dove of the magpie's nest, and sooner or later she will go to the Zhenguo Mansion to clean up Xiao Zhi's paintings.

Xiao Yingxue passed by the door of Qingfeng Palace, looked at the gate and thought for a while, raised her legs and walked in.

She came to the garden with a good ride, and heard laughter coming from the gazebo.

"Brother Yuan, hurry up! Ride the wind to win! ”

Xiao Yingxue walked a few steps and saw Xiao Ningyin holding Shangguan Yuan's right arm like a pendant, and Shangguan Yuan was still carrying a stone lock on his left hand.

Next to them, Chengfeng stretched out his arms and walked like the wind with a stone lock in one hand.

Shangguan Yuan struggled to catch up, but he was still one step behind.

"Sister!" Xiao Ningyin glanced at Xiao Yingxue, and quickly let go and jumped to the ground: "You're here, come and play!" ”

Xiao Yingxue shook her head: "I still have to go back to refining medicine." I just met Xiao Zhihua at the bottom of the mountain, and she recognized me as you, and she would never let me go. ”

"I see." Xiao Ningyin didn't care at all: "Sister, don't worry, she can't hurt me." ”

Shangguan Yuan smiled and turned to Shi Suo, picked up the calligraphy written by Xiao Ningyin and handed it to Xiao Yingxue: "Sister Xue'er, this is the calligraphy written by Yin'er, for you!" ”

Xiao Yingxue rolled her eyes in her heart, took the note and said thank you, turned around and left.

Xiao Ningyin looked at the back of Xiao Yingxue leaving, and inexplicably felt that Xiao Yingxue was the one who was reborn, and she herself was an ignorant and ignorant little girl.

"Yin'er, what's wrong?" Shangguan Yuan stretched out his finger and scratched the tip of Xiao Ningyin's nose: "Little girl, do you have something on your mind?" ”

Xiao Ningyin blinked her eyes, swooped onto Shangguan Yuan's back, hugged his neck with both hands, her mouth was close to his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yuan, what's on your mind?" ”

Shangguan Yuan was stunned by the question, and reluctantly ripped off the little man lying on his shoulder: "You haven't practiced calligraphy today?" ”

After that, Shangguan Yuan walked to the stone table with Xiao Ningyin in his arms, spread out the pen and paper, and wrote a new notebook for her.

He had never written this font before, and it was perfect for a girl's practice.

"Oh!" Xiao Ningyin pouted, reluctantly picked up the brush, and began to write stroke by stroke.

She seems to have a talent for writing, and whether she has seen a font before or not, she will be decent the first time she writes. And when she practiced more than three times, it was as if she had more than ten years of skills.

Therefore, Xiao Ningyin not only played with Shangguan Yuan in the Qingfeng Palace, but more often, it was Shangguan Yuan who racked his brains to write a new font for Xiao Ningyin to copy.

Therefore, the relationship between Xiao Ningyin and Shangguan Yuan is also a teacher and a friend, and sometimes Shangguan Yuan still has a kind of self-consciousness of growing up.

Xiao Ningyin had lunch with Shangguan Yuan in Qingfeng Palace, and then returned to Guiyunzhuang in a jump.

As soon as she entered the gate, she saw Xiao Qi, the prince of Zhenguo, looking at her with a dark face.

Xiao Ningyin was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, how could she forget that her grandfather came to the Divine Doctor Valley.

"Grandpa!" Xiao Ningyin's eyes rolled, and she trotted towards Xiao Qi, and her words were soft and sweet: "Grandpa, Yin'er misses you so much!" Did Grandpa think about it? ”

Xiao Qi helplessly hugged Xiao Ningyin: "Slow down, don't fall!" ”

Xiao Qi looked Xiao Ningyin up and down, and smiled angrily: "Grandpa is still waiting for you to eat?" You're good, you eat with a round belly, and you have already thrown your grandfather to Java, right? ”

"Nope!" Xiao Ningyin was not weak at all: "I thought that grandpa accompanied Xiao Zhihua to dinner?" ”。

"That thing, don't mention it!" Xiao Qi was very reluctant to mention Xiao Zhi's painting, and walked to the dining room with Xiao Ningyin in his arms: "Yin'er, come in, grandpa has something to discuss with you." ”