After listening to Yuan Wense's words, Wu Sidao was convinced that there was no need to rush into practicing calligraphy.

This year, Little Fu Gua was six years old. Wu Sidao just wanted to let him write seriously, so he sneaked to the Yangxin Hall with Kang Xi. This guy only learned to hold a brush at home. You can only imagine what kind of ghosts he could write.

But people can be so serious and meticulous about their dog drawings as if they are studying something important, and their faces can still show intoxication and joy. This is also a talent.

It can only be said that Little Fugua's narcissism is not only born but also cultivated by everyone. This little guy is definitely a narcissus who will be obsessed with and admire every morning when he sees his face in the mirror.

The king of Wuerjin Kalap County did not dare to commit suicide, so he could only escape in despair.

Little Fugua continued to write, just like the previous days, without making any special expression towards Prince Urjin Kalap.

...

Kangxi showed a comfortable smile on his face: "Xiao Fugua, why didn't you plead for your grandfather just now?"

Little Fugua put down the pen in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at Emperor Kangxi seriously: "If you want to return to Emperor Mafa,

When you are talking about national affairs, can your grandson interrupt?"

If possible, can I try inserting it back next time?

Kangxi laughed: "That's impossible. But, that's your grandfather too."

Little Fugua thought for a while, then helplessly spread his chubby hands: "If you go back to Huang Mafa, my grandson doesn't know what you are talking about!"

Mr. Wu Sidao told him that Huang Mafa thought he didn't understand, but he actually understood. Huang Mafa was even jealous of his mother. If he was nice to his grandpa, wouldn't that be harmful to his grandpa?

Kangxi's smile faded slightly, as if he was a little unhappy, and he stopped talking.

Little Fugua noticed that Kangxi had stopped talking. He lowered his eyes to his desk and studied his calligraphy masterpiece. He showed an appreciative smile on his face and continued to draw with his pen...

Well, he is very busy. It is simply too difficult for each of his four younger brothers to copy the Three-Character Sutra without making typos.

Because, until now, he is still practicing "dot." Chinese characters are really difficult. There are countless ways to dot a dot. He has been writing for a month and is still dotting. He has not written the horizontal stroke yet, so his

A great idea is just a great idea.

Kangxi did not receive the Mongolian ministers below in order, so he had Lao Shi summoned.

...

The old man said, "My son, please give my regards to the emperor. May the emperor be blessed!"

Little Fugua was immersed in his calligraphy works and couldn't help himself. When he heard Lao Shi's voice, he raised his head and smiled cutely at him.

Old Shi blinked restrainedly, and Little Fugua continued to lower his head and write.

Kangxi didn't bother to look at their pretentious father-son affection, and said directly: "I called you here because I have something to do for you."

He looked at the kneeling Lao Shi and raised his hand, and Lao Shi stood up.

Kangxi glanced at the little Fu Gua, with a smile of relief on his face, and happily tricked his son, saying: "These days, the Mongolian counties are complaining every day, saying that there have been major and minor natural disasters in the past few years, and their lives are difficult to live.

We’re going down, but it’s impossible for the Ministry of Revenue to provide such a large amount of money for you to handle this matter. We must appease the emotions of the counties.”

Kangxi's intention was very clear. If I don't give you any money, I'll have to settle this matter for you with your empty mouth.
Chapter completed!