Although Yun Yanli was not very good at speaking, he still had a good ear. He could understand half of the lectures taught by the Master. It was obvious at a glance that he was serious and tried his best.
It's just that his foundation is too weak and his writing is too slow, so he will inevitably be pushed back.
After a whole morning, Yun Yanli was extremely busy, but he only wrote a dozen big, crooked characters, each of which was uglier than the last. He stared at the characters for a long time, but still didn't understand why they were so ugly.
I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
"Huh."
Yun Chuyao suddenly made a sound, which startled Yun Yanli. Without thinking, he immediately covered his handwriting and looked at Yun Chuyao fiercely.
"You write very well," Yun Chuyao chuckled, "When I first picked up a pen, my writing was far inferior to yours. If you practice hard, you may be able to write well in a few years. ”
This is not a lie, but what Yun Chuyao didn't say was that she was only three years old when she first wrote.
Yun Yanli's eyes lit up for a moment, but soon he lowered his head again and looked at his hand silently. It had well-defined joints and was particularly beautiful, but... it was also a bit clumsy.
It can't write well.
"It doesn't matter, I can teach you," Yun Chuyao arched her eyebrows and showed a genuine smile, "Eat first, and after dinner, we will practice calligraphy, okay? By the way, Eighth Emperor Brother, do you want to come together?"
A wry smile emerged from the corner of the Eighth Prince's lips, and he said in a harsh voice: "Sister Huang, you and Brother Seventh Emperor have a meal first, and I, I will go and deliver meals to Brother Nineth Emperor."
With that said, he nodded to Yun Chuyao and walked away quickly.
Yun Chuyao frowned slightly.
Yun Yanyu didn't even come to Taixue, but he still wanted to torment the Eighth Prince. He was really capable. No wonder the Eighth Prince was the first to attack him after he gained momentum.
"That's it," she sighed softly, "Brother Seventh Emperor, let's go first."
Yun Yanli didn't move.
Yun Chuyao was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but tilt her head to look at him. When she met Yun Yanli's aggrieved eyes, she blinked and asked him: "Brother Seventh Emperor, are you unhappy? Why?" "
It was approaching noon, and there was no one in the lecture hall. Yun Yanli no longer pretended to be mute like before. Hearing this, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "You, you and him are... better, huh."
Yun Chuyao: "..."
Ha, are you having a little temper?
She was a little amused, and raised the corners of her lips slightly, then lowered her dark eyes, and said as if unintentionally: "Isn't the relationship between Brother Qihuang and Xiaoba very good? Why do you still care about such a trivial matter?"
Yun Yanli was stunned for a moment: "You..."
"I guessed it," Yun Chuyao said with a smile, "You seem to know each other very well."
Yun Yanli frowned in a rare way, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with Yun Chuyao's words, but after thinking about it, he still didn't know how to describe the relationship between him and the eighth prince. After hesitating for a long time, he held back two words. One word: "employer, owner."
Yun Chuyao: "?"
This description...
Her eyes flickered: "You do things for him, and he gives you money?"
"Meat!"
Yun Yanli corrected.
Yun Chuyao's eyebrows were slightly curved, and her smile became gentler: "It turns out that Xiaoba gives Brother Seventh Emperor meat to eat, so what kind of things does he usually ask you to do for him?"
Yun Yanli looked at her with bright eyes and said nothing.
"...copying and writing?"
Yun Yanli blinked.
"...help him fight?"
Yun Yanli looked innocent.
"Or," Yun Chuyao paused, looked at Yun Yanli steadily, and said slowly, "Killing for him?"
Yun Yanli kept smiling.
Yun Chuyao: "..."
She laughed angrily.
Okay, he is still someone who can pretend to be stupid. Fortunately, she thought Brother Seventh Emperor was a simple little fool before. He is just not very good at talking, but he has a quick mind. He knows very well what should be said and what should not be said.
"Brother Qihuang, Xiaoba gave you a little meat, but you were bribed by him and you didn't even want to talk to me?" Yun Chuyao looked sad, "I thought we were already good brothers and sisters. It’s over.”
Yun Yanli frowned, and his curved eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked very confused. After a long while, he finally spoke and said in a muffled voice: "He... can read, teach etiquette, and etiquette. I like it."
I see.
Yun Chuyao understood.
No wonder Yun Yanli has not been to Imperial College a few times, but he knows a lot of words and can even barely understand the art of war. It turns out that he has a good master in the Eighth Prince, but he still has something to hide from himself. For example, the Eighth Prince taught him What was the purpose of becoming literate and giving him meat, and what did he get in return for the eighth prince?
She was interested in exploring, but also knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so she immediately led the topic elsewhere, and the two of them went to eat together.
After the meal, Yun Chuyao did as Yun Yanli wished and taught Yun Yanli the posture of holding a pen and the tips of writing. Seeing that his handwriting became more and more regular, Yun Chuyao's mood also improved. Quite a few.
The day passed by in a hurry.
Early the next morning, Yun Chuyao left the palace again.
She was thinking about Master Lu and worried about the little beggar's injury. At the same time, she also wanted to know the current situation of the children in Shantang. It would be hard for her to feel relieved if she didn't go out of the palace to take a look.
Fortunately, the people in Jingzhao Mansion were quite neat in their work. In just two days, Wanhua Building was sealed off, the charity hall was also blocked, and the children who had been beaten and scolded were also moved to other areas.
Even the little beggar saved by the doctor Wang Yue was healed.
Yun Chuyao was relieved.
"……your Highness?"
As soon as Wang Yue pushed the door open, she saw Yun Chuyao standing outside the door. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed and bowed.
"No need to be polite," Yun Chuyao helped her up and asked warmly, "I wonder how Master Lu is doing?"
"Your Highness, please remember that my mother woke up last night."
When Wang Yue mentioned this, her eyes were soft and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she said: "It is true that after several of your highnesses left the alley, they encountered the evil steward of Shantang... Fortunately, it was not serious, otherwise I would have It’s a sin.”
Master Lu is awake?
Yun Chuyao felt a little happy and entered the noon without much greeting.
Mrs. Lu was in her early fifties, and she didn't look too young. She also had fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Maybe she was used to being serious. When she saw Yun Chuyao, her expression was a bit unnatural. She twitched the corner of her mouth and revealed a very serious look. A faint smile.
Yun Chuyao's nose felt sore and her eyes almost turned red.
She has lived two lives and has no relatives or friends. There are only a handful of people who treat her sincerely, and Master Lu is one of them.
Now that she saw Master Lu getting rid of the fate of his previous life and regaining consciousness, how could she not be excited?
"Okay," Master Lu said hoarsely, "Your Highness, if you have the time, you might as well embroider more beautiful embroidery. Let's see what I, an old woman, do."
"Embroidery and visiting my wife can't be missed."
Yun Chuyao smiled, changed her words, and suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I'm still wondering. Master, you have always been tough, why did you suddenly get injured?"
Master Lu's expression paused slightly.
