I am only six years old, how old are you?

"That's not how you hold a writing brush." ​​Sang Zhi said.

Ye Qianning glanced at it and lowered her hand a little: "Like this?"

"That's right." Sang Zhi stretched out his little hand and separated her little hand.

No matter what kind of pen Ye Qianning uses, she always feels comfortable with it. For example, with chopsticks, the way she uses her fingers is very different from others.

And when it comes to painting, the way she holds the brush now is the way she usually holds it when painting.

Now that the position of holding the pen had been changed, she tentatively landed on the rice paper, and... it was difficult to write traditional Chinese with many strokes, but now it is even more difficult.

The word "Wai Wai Nai Nai Nai Nai" took up half of the rice paper, and the speed was even slower than before.

Qian Zhuye suppressed a smile: "Thank God if you finished copying it once today."

"Whatever you copy counts. Anyway, I tried my best." Ye Qianning changed the posture of holding the pen again: "It's better to be as fast as this."

"I told you that your posture when holding the pen is wrong," Sang Zhi said.

"It doesn't matter if he is right or not, it will be done soon."

"The basics of writing are very important, I'll teach you." Sang Zhi said, walking around behind her and covering hers with his big hand.

Ye Qianning's little hand was covered, and the way she held the pen was forced to change.

Sang Zhi used her little hand to write down the font one stroke at a time. The appearance was much better than what Ye Qianning had just written, but her posture was a bit awkward.

The writing speed is also much faster than before.

Qian Zhuye lay in front of him, supporting the table with his wrists, watching them write. The handwriting looked much better. At this rate, he should be able to finish ten articles today.

The three of them had no idea that most people in the school were looking here.

The school is full of children from about ten to twelve or thirteen years old, many of whom were promoted from the elementary school together with Sang Zhi. The eighth prince seldom talks and does not like to get along with others.

Moreover, his eyes are colorless and look a little gray. It is said that looking at each other will bring bad luck, which is very ominous.

Therefore no one came near him.

When Miss Xiang first came to Kyoto City, it was not surprising that she talked to him for some unknown reason. What was strange was that the Eighth Prince actually took the initiative to teach the little baby how to write.

Isn't she afraid of bad luck?

"Master teaches that men and women are not intimate, how can you behave appropriately when hugging and hugging in front of everyone." Gao Qi walked over from the crowd and pointed at the two of them with his little finger.

Sang Zhi was slightly stunned as he held Ye Qianning's writing hand. He just noticed that the two of them were in a bad posture and he hesitated to let go.

Ye Qianning glanced at it and continued writing: "I'm not even tall enough. Do you know what it means to give and receive without being kissed?"

"You are not allowed to say that I am short." Gao Qi was angry.

"I'm already short."

"You're shorter."

"I'm only six years old, how old are you."

"I...my father said that I will grow taller, and my father also said that you have to rely on me in the future, and you have to listen to whatever I say." Takasaki pinched his waist and said angrily.

Ye Qianning's writing hand paused, and the ink stained the rice paper.

He raised his head and his eyes moved slightly, attached to the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Their General's Mansion is no less impressive than the Prime Minister's Mansion. Why should they depend on the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Even if he becomes attached... Prime Minister Gao is not a master who makes people become attached just as he says.

Sang Zhi was also slightly shocked, staring at Gao Qi with his gray eyes.

"Miss Xiang will rely on you? Do you think your Prime Minister's Mansion is not miserable enough?" Qian Zhuye laughed after a brief silence.

"My dad said I can do it."

"Your father also said that you will grow taller. Look, have you grown taller?" Qian Zhuye was a head taller than him and deliberately lowered his eyes at this time.

(End of chapter)