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

Qiao Yu was born with a very spiritual nature, but after all, he was young. Not to mention his elders, even Jing Yan was very indulgent to him. He thought that the days ahead were still long and he learned less and played more. Now he suddenly changed a lot and there was no teacher who could teach him anymore. Jing Yan could not ask Qiao Yu to delay here. Although he was unintentional in painting, he learned everything well. In addition, he was a few years older than Qiao Yu, and he could serve as a teacher to teach him as a child when he had nothing to do.

Because there were not many pigments, I had to keep them for Qiao Yu to practice. Jing Yan dipped his pen in well water and taught him how to use his pen to work on the flat stone table.

If it were usual, after Jing Yan finished drawing a stroke, Qiao Yu would have been rushing to ask many questions, but today he was a little absent-minded, holding his chin, blankly, and not saying a word.

Jing Yan put Xiaoshanzhu on the pen, walked around Qiao Yu with his other hand, turned around in a circle, pinched the tip of his nose, and asked, "Isn't I good at learning how to draw?"

Qiao Yu was originally a lie, and even if she was caught, she would not admit it. She argued without blushing, "Yes, I have learned it well! Your Highness, even Your Highness can't defame people's innocence out of thin air."

Not only do you like to cheat, but you also have to complain first with sharp teeth.

Jing Yan laughed and was not angry. She sat down, put her pen to Qiao Yu and said calmly: "Then show me what did you teach you just now?"

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, her eyes dodged and she looked guilty, and she wanted to straighten her back and back, pretend to be calm, grabbed the pen hard, and secretly glanced at the undried water stains that Jing Yan had just painted. After thinking about it for a while, she really wrote it out.

Jing Yan took a look and knocked on something wrong. He knocked on Qiao Yu's forehead and grabbed his hand that was still holding the pen. His whole palm completely wrapped Qiao Yu's warm little hand. He used the force to pinch the pen holder, re-described it stroke by stroke, and explained in detail: "I just told you to pay attention, but I started to learn to draw wrongly, and it will be difficult to correct it in the future."

The two of them have never been so close. Qiao Yu only felt that the place where the back of her hand touched Jingyan was so hot, and even her face turned red. She wanted to retreat shyly, but she couldn't bear to let it go.

It seemed as if I felt that I was not as big as the prince was holding it in my palm.

Just after all this, Jing Yan finished speaking again and asked Qiao Yu, who looked very obedient, who was lying under him, "Do you understand?"

Qiao Yu was stunned for a moment. He had no intention of putting his mind on the painting in front of him, but he still responded guiltily, "Listen, I understand." In order to show that he really understood, he also tried his best to describe the stroke of Jingyan's painting. He was indeed very talented in painting, and even his brushwork naturally changed to the correct one.

Jing Yan could see that he was not at all attentive and joked with him: "Why are you so smart now? When I was studying with Taixue, I couldn't memorize books and couldn't write well. If you didn't like the Taifu, I wouldn't know how many tricks I would have to beat."

Qiao Yu was embarrassed and scratched her head, "No, it's all for your highness to plead for me."

Jing Yan added a sentence and asked, "Since you have been begging for so many loves and have been exempted from so many plans, can you tell me what I just thought about? "

Qiao Yu stopped talking. Because yesterday he was satisfied to tell him the news that he was going to pick persimmons today in advance, and asked him to come earlier that day, so he thought about it all.

But this one cannot be said, so I said something that has been hidden in my heart. "I just thought that the persimmons in the imperial kitchen are ripe, and all the fallen leaves are piled in the backyard. I don't know if I can bring them back."

Jing Yan became interested, "What do you want persimmon leaves to do?"

Qiao Yu blinked his dark and clear eyes and continued: "I used to study in Taixue. The Taifu told an allusion. I remember that it was a scholar who was poor at home and had no money to buy paper, so he lived in the monk temple and used the fallen persimmon leaves as paper to practice calligraphy. Later, his handwriting was very well written and he even won the top scorer! You said that bricks and stones were not easy to practice calligraphy, so I wondered if I could secretly bring the persimmon leaves back to you."

Jing Yan was stunned. He looked at Qiao Yu, wanted to touch his smiling face, and smiled slowly, "The scholar is called Zheng Qian. He wrote several large jars of persimmon leaves, can Xiaoyu bring it back?"

Qiao Yu was still full of naivety and childishness, "I can ask for more than a few. I can ask others to bring them back every day, and I can definitely fill a large vat. Moreover, Your Highness's calligraphy must be much better than that scholar, and there is no need for so many persimmon leaves!"

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

The intention he has is more moving than anything else.

However, Jing Yan had guessed the reason and did not continue teaching. Qiao Yu was still by his side and left without rushing. After thinking for a long time, he finally put forward his own small opinion, grabbed Jing Yan's sleeve and said seriously: "Your Highness, I think today, you can teach me how to hold my hand very well, especially good. Once you teach, you will be able to do it. Will it be possible in the future?..."

Jing Yan held his forehead and smiled at him, "If this teaching is really the case, I will be able to learn anything in the future."

Qiao Yu muttered, and left Taiqing Palace very unhappily and rushed to the persimmon garden in the imperial kitchen.

Because of the accident of "Dedequan's blessing", Qiao Yu failed to become a bird. She always wanted to compensate him for anything else, so she arranged for him to pick persimmons and asked him to come earlier, pretend to be a little eunuch in the imperial kitchen, take advantage of the troubled waters, and leave after having enough fun.

Today, the imperial kitchen is busy picking persimmons, and no one can recognize how many eunuchs there are in the yard. Picking persimmons is a popular job. Because you can have to taste two of them after picking them, you are secretly trying them, and you will not be discovered by others.

However, Qiao Yuren was small and not very strong. After a while, she sneaked back to Chengxin and wiped the sweat from her forehead and said no to do it. Chengxin didn't laugh at him. She stuffed many persimmons on him, and she seemed to have gained weight and walked slowly. When she returned to Taiqing Palace, she accidentally fell on the steps and rolled out two round persimmons from her cuffs, which were falling into the eyes of the two guards on both sides.

According to the regulations of the Taiqing Palace, the eunuchs cannot privately carry anything other than the sub-examination.

Qiao Yu's eyes dodged, and his face was filled with smiles. He grabbed two persimmons and stuffed them into the guard's hands, begging: "Today I picked persimmons from the imperial kitchen and gave me a few. I didn't want them at first, but I thought that the guard who was guarding in front of the door worked very hard, so I barely asked for two for the brothers."

Lu Zhao was speechless. The little eunuch's little thoughts were just on the surface. It was the child's innocent temper, but it was likeable.

The two looked at each other, and there was no one around them, so they thought they had not seen it.

The man next to him took a bite of the persimmon and said, "It's quite sweet. Alas, you are the little eunuch who went to the imperial kitchen and you have gained a lot. You don't know how many you brought, and you don't know how many more of us two brothers, just say it nicely."

Lu Zhao wiped it with his sleeve, "What little eunuch? His name is Liangyu."
Chapter completed!