"yes."

Texue accepted the order and retreated.

...

After Nan Yan left, he walked towards the direction of the Liyuan.

Since Mo'er is not with the concubine, the most likely place for him to be is the Liyuan.

Just as Nan Yan was about to step into the opera garden, he was blocked by two maids.

Nan Yan had been to the palace several times, so of course the two maids recognized her and couldn't help but ridicule her.

"My future princess is teaching the young prince how to read and write. You, an outsider, should not get involved."

Nan Yan's eyes turned cold: "Get out of the way!"

"No one can let you in without the order of the future princess."

Bang!

Nan Yan pushed hard with her hand, and the maid staggered back a few steps. Just as she was about to yell, Nan Yan had already walked into the courtyard.

"Someone is coming!"

She pointed at Nan Yan angrily: "This woman broke into the opera garden without permission. She wants to harm the young prince. Take her down!"

In an instant, countless guards swarmed up and surrounded Nan Yan.

Of course, these guards are all from the concubine, and not many people have seen Nan Yan. Otherwise, even if they belong to the concubine, they would not dare to take action rashly.

Now after hearing the words of the maid in the Liyuan, she only thought that Nan Yan was an assassin who came to assassinate her, so she drew her sword and rushed towards her without mercy!

Texue hid behind the crowd, staring at Nan Yan with sinister and vicious eyes, with excitement in his eyes.

"It's best to kill her directly. If she dies, no one can provoke the relationship between Miss Yunrou and the young prince."

"Kill her quickly!"

...

Liyuan.

Jun Xiaomo sat in the room with a cold face, his facial lines were tight and his expression was cold.

"Mo'er, do you know these words that my concubine taught you?" Nan Yunrou stopped her pen, her eyes were gentle, "This is your name, come on, write it again and show it to me, even if you fail,

It doesn’t matter.”

Jun Xiaomo pursed her lips tightly: "I don't need to learn to write, I already know how to do it."

He is not a two-year-old child and can't even write. He has already learned these things.

Nan Yunrou smiled helplessly and said: "Mo'er, I know you want to learn more profound literature from your mother and concubine, but you can't become a fat man with one bite. No matter how anxious you are, you should take your time, so you start by learning to write.

.”

This little bastard is really good at talking nonsense. A five-year-old child told her that he could already write.

Is it ridiculous? What does he think he is?

If Ye Feng hadn't been following this little bitch, she would have cursed him!

Holding back the anger in her heart, Nan Yunrou handed the brush to Jun Xiaomo with a smile.

Jun Xiaomo did not take her pen and said stubbornly: "I said I already knew it, why should I waste time learning?"

Nan Yunrou's hand holding the pen froze, and her face turned blue and white: "Mo'er, I'm doing this for your own good. It's not a good thing to be eager for quick success."

The implication is that Jun Xiaomo can't write at all. He said this because he was eager for quick success.

Ye Feng couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Miss Yunrou, I don't know if the young prince can write, but he is indeed very smart. If he says he can, he will definitely know it."
Chapter completed!