many worries

In the morning, both Jing Yan and Qiao Yu got up early, steamed yesterday's leftovers with hot soup, and each of them ate some.It was still early after eating, and before it was time to go to the imperial dining room to beg for food, Jing Yan waved to Qiao Yu, and they went to the stone pavilion together, and sat down to teach Qiao Yu how to paint.

Qiao Yu is born with a lot of spirituality, but after all, he is young, not to mention an elder, even Jing Yan is very indulgent towards him, thinking that the days ahead will be longer, and he will learn less and play more on weekdays, but now he has suddenly changed drastically , there is no more teacher to teach.Jing Yan can't ask Qiao Yu to delay here. Although he doesn't care about painting, he can learn everything well, and he is a few years older than Qiao Yu, so he can act as a teacher to teach this little friend when he has nothing to do.

Because there were not many paints, they had to be reserved for Qiao Yu to practice. Jing Yan dipped a pen into the well water and taught him how to use the pen on the flat stone table.

Normally, when Jing Yan finished a stroke, Qiao Yu would have rushed to ask many questions, but today she was a little absent-minded, holding her chin, staring blankly, without saying a word.

Jing Yan put the small mangosteen on the pen rest, put his other hand around Qiao Yu's back, turned around, pinched the tip of his nose, and asked, "Why don't you learn how to draw?"

Qiao Yu had always been a liar, even if he was caught, he would not admit it, and argued without blushing, "Yes, I have learned it hard! Your Highness, even Your Highness can't just slander someone's innocence."

Not only does he like to play tricks, but he also wants to file a complaint with sharp-toothed villains first.

Jing Yan laughed at it, and was not angry. He sat down, put the pen on Qiao Yu's side, and said calmly, "Then show me the painting, what did you just teach you?"

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, her gaze was evasive, she looked very guilty, and she wanted to straighten her back, pretending to be calm, grabbed the brush vigorously, glanced at the wet water stain that Cai Jingyan had drawn just now, and thought about it for a while. Yes, it really made a mess of the description.

Jing Yan glanced at it, and knocked out what was wrong. He knocked on Qiao Yu's forehead, grabbed his hand that was still holding the pen, and completely wrapped Qiao Yu's soft little hand with his whole palm, and squeezed the pen holder with strength. Redrawing stroke by stroke, he explained in detail: "I told you to pay attention just now, and I made a mistake when I started to learn painting, and it will be difficult to correct it in the future."

The two of them had never been so close before, Qiao Yu only felt that the place where the back of his hand was in contact with Jing Yan was so hot that his face turned red, and he wanted to shrink back shyly, but he couldn't bear it.

As if he felt that he was not as big as a little bit, and was held in the palm of the prince's hand.

After being so entangled and entangled, Jing Yan finished speaking again, and asked Qiao Yu, who was lying under him and looked very docile, "Do you understand?"

Qiao Yu froze for a moment. He didn't have any thoughts on the painting in front of him just now, but he still replied guiltily, "Listen, I understand." In order to show that he really understood, it took a lot of effort Hu Zhili traced the original stroke of Jing Yan's painting. He was indeed talented in painting, and even the brushwork was naturally corrected.

Jing Yan could see that he was not paying attention at all, and laughed at him: "Why are you so smart now? When I was studying with me at the Taixue, I couldn't recite the books and I couldn't write well. If it wasn't for you to please the Taifu , I don’t know how many boards I will take.”

Qiao Yu was embarrassed and scratched her head, "No way, His Highness is begging for me."

Jing Yan added a sentence and asked: "Since you have begged for so many favors for you and saved you so many troubles, can you tell me now, what was it that you were fascinated by just now?"

Qiao Yu stopped talking.Because yesterday, Yixin told herself in advance that she was going to pick persimmons today, and told him to come earlier that day, so all her thoughts were on this matter.

It's just that I couldn't say this, so I said something that I kept in my heart all the time, "I just thought about it. The persimmons in the imperial dining room are ripe, and the fallen leaves are all piled up in the backyard. I don't know if I can bring them back."

Jing Yan got a little interested, "What do you want persimmon leaves for?"

Qiao Yu blinked her black and clear eyes, and continued: "I used to study in the Taixue, and the Taifu told an allusion. I remember it was about a scholar who was poor and had no money to buy paper, so he lived in the monk's temple. , used the fallen persimmon leaves as paper to practice calligraphy, and later I wrote very well, and won the first prize! You said that bricks and stones are not good for practicing calligraphy, so I wondered if I could secretly bring back persimmon leaves to you."

Jing Yan was startled, he looked at Qiao Yu, wanted to touch his smiling face, and smiled slowly, "The scholar's name is Zheng Qian. He wrote a few large jars of persimmon leaves, can Xiaoyu bring them back? "

Qiao Yu was still full of innocence and childishness, "A little accumulation makes a lot, I can beg, beg others, bring it back every day, and it will definitely fill a big tank. And His Highness's handwriting is definitely much better than that scholar's." , there is no need for so many persimmon leaves!"

Jing Yan shook his head, "No need, there is a way to practice calligraphy, and it's not enough for you to bring back persimmon leaves."

His intention is more touching than anything else.

But Jing Yan probably guessed the reason, and didn't continue to teach, but Qiao Yu stayed by his side, and left in no hurry. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally put forward his own little opinion, tugged on Jing Yan's sleeve, He said very seriously: "Your Highness, I think the teaching method of you holding, holding my hand today is very good, very good, once you teach it, you will be able to. Will you, can you continue to use it... ..."

Jing Yan propped his forehead and smiled at him, "If this is the teaching method, don't say that you can learn it once you teach it. I'm afraid you won't be able to learn anything in the future."

Mumbling, Qiao Yu left the Taiqing Palace very unhappy, and rushed to the persimmon garden in the Imperial Dining Room.

Because of an unexpected accident, Qiao Yu was not able to catch up with the bird, and she always wanted to make up for him with something else, so she arranged for him to pick persimmons, let him come earlier, and pretended to be a servant from the imperial dining room. Eunuch, fish in troubled waters, and leave after playing enough.

Today the imperial dining room was busy picking persimmons, so busy that no one could tell how many eunuchs were in the yard, picking persimmons was a sought-after job.Because after picking, you can get two to taste, and you can sneak a few without being discovered.

However, Qiao Yu was small and lacked much strength, so she sneaked back to Xin Xin's side after a while, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said she quit.Yixin didn't laugh at him, she stuffed a lot of persimmons on his body, he seemed to have gained a lot of weight, and walked slowly.When returning to the Taiqing Palace, he accidentally fell on the steps, and two round persimmons rolled out of his cuffs, falling into the eyes of the two guards on the left and right.

According to the regulations of the Taiqing Palace, young eunuchs are not allowed to carry anything other than the special case without permission.

Qiao Yu's gaze was evasive, with a smile on his face, he grabbed two persimmons and stuffed them into the guard's hands, pleading: "Today I picked persimmons in the imperial dining room and gave me a few. The brother guard who guards the door is particularly hard-working, so I reluctantly ordered two for my brothers."

Lu Zhao was speechless. The little eunuch's petty thoughts were put on the surface like this. It was the innocent temper of a child, but it was endearing.

The two looked at each other, and there was no one around, so they pretended not to see it.

The person next to him took a bite of the persimmon and said, "It's quite sweet. Hey, you're the little eunuch who went to the imperial dining room, and you've gained a lot of weight. You don't know how much you brought, or how much. Give us brothers a few, and you can talk nicely."

Lu Zhao wiped it off with his sleeve, "What little eunuch, his name is Liangyu."