She didn't know what possessed her mother-in-law, and she had to be studious to a certain extent. If she kept going like this day and night, even an iron man would fall.
But she tried so hard and begged countless times to no avail, and was dismissed with the same excuse every time.
This time, it's still the same.
She was anxious, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she had no choice but to take the paper full of words and go out.
To be honest, her mother-in-law's calligraphy is very beautiful. She must have practiced it before, and every stroke is full of charm. But since she has practiced calligraphy, the calligraphy can be so beautiful, why is it so short?
In a text of less than a thousand words, her mother-in-law did not recognize at least 300 words.
She didn't understand that she had learned a lot of new words these days.
When I went out with this new word, I almost bumped into someone head-on.
She raised her head, and after meeting that majestic and cold face, she almost fell to the ground. She steadied her feet and knelt down tremblingly.
"Your Majesty, good luck."
"Where are you going? You're in a hurry, you don't look at the road, and you hurt your Majesty. Look at your flesh."
Xuan Chengyou cursed and Haiyuan lowered his head.
Beichen Mofeng looked at her condescendingly, his eyes falling on the piece of paper in her hand.
"Who wrote it?"
He didn't think that such beautiful calligraphy was made by Hai Yu. He thought that she was the only one in the palace who was qualified to use the Four Treasures of the Study, but she had such writing skills?
Haiyuan didn't dare to hide it: "He is my master."
His expression was obviously a little hesitant, and Xuan Chengyou hurriedly stepped forward and took the piece of paper from Hai Yu's hand.
The words on the paper have many complicated gestures, but even if there are many gestures, the person who writes them is also very skilled, and every stroke has charm. Such words are more beautiful than his mother's, and it probably didn't happen overnight.
Can be practiced.
"What about her?"
"It's in the house."
"It's all here!"
He gave a cold order and entered the courtyard alone.
Haiyuan was quite nervous, fearing that the desk that had been thrown into the doghouse would make the emperor angry.
There was also a pile of small mountains of diaphragms on the desk. She didn't know until she was seventeen that diaphragms could be eaten like that. Although she didn't dare to taste them in private, she knew that the taste was definitely good.
But after all, it was a poor quality of membrane. If His Highness saw her feeding her master, would he punish her for neglect?
She was full of panic. Inside the house, Mu Yunsang, who heard the footsteps, thought it was Hai Marriage coming back, and without raising her head, she said, "I asked you to ask, why don't you go? Go quickly, and I'll tell you again, don't tell me."
I asked you to ask how to pronounce these words and what they mean. If I hear people outside saying that I don’t know Chinese characters and still ask others for help, you should be nervous."
The footsteps seemed to have stopped at the door. She grabbed a diaphragm and started chewing it. She still buried it in the pile of books without looking back, frowning and complaining: "What a mess, boring and boring."
I can’t read it, Haiyin, since I haven’t gone yet, give me a glass of water. My mouth is dry after eating too much diaphragm. By the way, add a charcoal basin tonight. I almost froze to death in the middle of the night last night.”
The footsteps seemed to come to the edge of the table, followed by the sound of pouring water.
After the footsteps gradually got closer, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Although three days and three nights consumed her too much energy, her hearing and taste were not as good as usual, but as a killer, the ability to distinguish breath and footsteps is a skill that must be mastered.
These were not Haiyuan's footsteps. They were steady and powerful, and they were obviously those of a man.
She raised her head and met his dark eyes with a pair of dark panda eyes.
She was stunned for a moment, still holding a diaphragm in her mouth.
"Is this your reaction when you see this king?"
Her current expression is like that of an idiot, very stunned.
After regaining her composure, she put down the diaphragm, smacked her lips a few times, walked to him reluctantly, and lazily said, "Your Highness..."
As he said that, he looked out the window and saw that it was probably noon. It had been so dark these days that he didn't know what time it was.
Turning around, he continued, "Good afternoon."
There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and he reached out to bring the water glass to her.
It must have rained red again. The man who removed her chin would still pour her water and greet her deliberately lazy greetings, and no longer showed an angry and displeased expression.
She was not polite, she was very thirsty, so she took it and drank it.
Suddenly I want to slap myself on the ear, so I have to be on guard, be on guard!
How could she forget to be on guard against enemies at all times? She really lacks professionalism.
Although he would not be "willing" to poison her to death, who would have expected that there would be nothing messy in this glass of water.
Such as drool, nail feces, and nasal mucus. The more she thought about it, the more nauseated she became, and she couldn't help but retched.
His eyebrows tightened: "What's wrong with you?"
Although his tone was not cold, it was not hot either.
Mu Yunsang raised his head, looking like a mummy dug out of a pyramid, pale and haggard.
"It's okay, His Highness is here. What's the matter?"
He came uninvited and she had to spend some time sending him off, which was really tiring.
He glanced at the pile of thick books on her desk, then looked at her pale and lifeless face, and said coldly: "How long have you been sleeping since?"
"have no idea."
Her answer was not out of emotion, but out of frankness.
She didn't even know it was noon or night, nor did she know how long she had not slept.
I just feel headache, irritability, all kinds of depression, grit my teeth and study, I must get rid of illiteracy and understand whipping music.
"What is this?" He pointed to the diaphragm on the table.
Mu Yunsang looked back at the pile of hill-like diaphragms and realized that Haiyin was really awesome. She usually only knew how to catch and eat them, but she didn't know that Haiyin had baked so many.