It takes 48 hours to see the sweet little jade if you subscribe to less than 60%! Qiao Yu is naturally spiritual. But he is young after all. Not to mention his elders, even Jing Yan is very indulgent to him. He thought that the days ahead are still long. He learned less and played more on weekdays. Now he has suddenly changed a lot and has no teacher who can teach him anymore. Jing Yan cannot ask Qiao Yu to delay here. Although he is unwilling to paint, he learns everything well. In addition, he is a few years older than Qiao Yu, and he can act as a teacher to teach him as a child when he has nothing to do.

Because there are not many pigments, I have 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. He held his chin and sat blankly, without saying a word.

Jing Yan put Xiaoshanzhu on the pen, and with his other hand, he walked behind Qiao Yu, turned around in a circle, pinched the tip of his nose, and asked, "I can't learn how to draw well?"

Qiao Yu was originally a lie. She didn't admit it even if she was caught and she refused to blush. She argued without blushing, "Yes, I've 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."

This is the secret rule in the palace. No one is favored, and the performance of the superiors has been deducted into oil and water. Not only can they not get good things from Taifujian, but even the food is left over from others, which is difficult to swallow.

Qiao Yu has been staying in the East Palace, innocent and childish, and has no idea of ​​the rules in the palace.

Jing Yan's expression did not change. He brought out two bowls of rice, placed the fried vegetables and clean water tofu in front of Qiao Yu, and then blew the candles and ate it slowly, as if nothing was wrong.

Qiao Yu hugged the glass lamp in her arms, and looked at Jing Yan's movements, as if she was encouraged. She stretched out her hand and took a few bites of the rice in a daze, but she could no longer stuff it. He had always felt wronged, but because he had the idea of ​​going to the imperial kitchen to get delicious food in a few days and could barely hold it in front of him, but now he couldn't do it all at once, and he cried sadly.

He had so many tears that he had been crying for so long. After a while, he wet half of the table and slowly soaked along the sunken patterns on the stone table.

Jing Yan didn't coax him. He was as far away as half a table from him. His eyes were plain and calm, and he fell on him casually. The gentleness of the glass lamp just now disappeared, as if it never existed. "Xiaoyu, do you feel wronged? I regret it, I want it,"

He paused, his voice softened a little, "Leave?"

The shadows of the trees were dense and the lights were dark, covering most of Jingyan. He seemed to have sunk into the darkness.

After hearing this, Qiao Yu was stunned by the hand that had secretly wiped the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were flowing down her cheeks, and she fell on the rice in the bowl. There was only this subtle sound around her. This was different from his usual times. If he really felt sad and sad, he would not cry too hard. Instead, he did not say a word, hugged his knees and buried his face in, so that others could not see him. He slowly curled up into a ball, with the spine on his back slightly raised and covered by his long black hair, looking silent and pitiful.

I was just sad just now, but now I really hurt my heart.

Jing Yan put down the chopsticks, he stood up, stood there, hesitated for a while, but did not move.

The night wind rustled, blowing across the branches, the candlelight kept shaking. Qiao Yu was bright and dark. He thought for a long time, but didn't know what to say to express his feelings. The hoarse tone accompanied by unstoppable burp, he said word by word, "The food is not delicious at all, it's very annoying. I feel sad, but I never thought about leaving. Before coming here, I thought about everything, and I thought about being discovered, and maybe I died. But I still want to come with Your Highness, live and die together."
Chapter completed!