Everyone was shouting and running on tiptoe behind the corner wall, stretching their necks and looking over with wide eyes.
If Xi Chenzhou felt something, he stopped and looked sideways. The soldiers shrank their necks in fright, resisting the curiosity of a cat and reluctant to escape.
Only then did he turn around with satisfaction and look at the girl who was still practicing calligraphy unconsciously.
The eyes are warm and soft.
She is really young, not only in age, but also in appearance and height. Perhaps due to poor health, she is now sixteen years old and a bit thinner than her peers.
Not to mention that compared to her, he could almost wrap his arms around her slender and graceful waist and pick her up easily.
She was immersed in the silver hooks and iron paintings on the copybook, and was not aware of the man's arrival at all. She concentrated on practicing. It was not until the light and shadow in front of the window flickered, blocking the words on the copybook, that she frowned slightly and raised her head.
"Huh? General?" She was startled for a moment, then smiled in surprise, "General, when did you come here?"
He held the window with one hand and leaned forward slightly to get closer to her, so close that he almost entered through the window: "'Si' is about euphemism. Your Majesty's description is too gentle."
The voice is magnetic and slightly hoarse, and it sounds sharp and cold, but deep down it is as soft as a finger, as deep and affectionate as the sea, and the love is so intoxicating.
Two completely different feelings, but they blend into one perfectly.
The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, her clear round almond-shaped eyes also filled with smiles. She said softly: "I'm not good at writing alone, I'm practicing now."
The voice is soft but tough.
"It takes a long time to practice calligraphy, and it will be very tiring if you want to write well."
She arched her eyebrows and said, "Don't be afraid of me, I want to study hard."
"How to learn?"
"Practice alone."
"Practice by yourself. If you make a mistake, you will have to take a long detour."
"Then I can only practice by myself, no one will teach me."
He asked: "Why?"
The girl raised her head in surprise, as if she couldn't understand why he didn't understand such a simple truth, and explained: "Because they are afraid of Yunzong, and Yunzong won't let them teach Gu Gu, and no one will dare to teach Gu Gu."
The smile in the man's eyes grew thicker: "So, it's because those people are afraid of Yunzong and can't teach His Majesty?"
"Yes." She said distressedly, "Gu also wants to learn, not only calligraphy and painting, poetry, but also martial arts strategies and classics and history. But people who know these are afraid of Yunzong and dare not teach Gu. People who are not afraid of Yunzong, Not good at this.”
He said: "But there is a person who knows these things and is not afraid of Yunzong. He dares to teach your majesty."
The girl's eyes lit up with surprise, and she said anxiously: "Who is it? I want to find him!"
But he didn't answer, and asked with a chuckle: "If your Majesty knew who it was, wouldn't he immediately go to study under him?"
"certainly!"
He laughed loudly, propped himself up on the window sill, and jumped in from the window. As she screamed, he put his arms around her waist and made her back against his chest, while holding her right hand with his other hand.
She heard her own pounding heartbeat, and her cheeks seemed to be heating up. Behind her was his hot chest, and his breath surrounded her, filling her with a strong male desire for invasion.
He led her to hold the pen and write down the word "thinking" painted with silver hooks and iron on the paper.
"Not only calligraphy and painting, poetry, but also martial arts strategies and classics and history collections, I know all these, and I am not afraid of Yunzong. You don't need your Majesty to call you 'Master', it's enough to call me brother."