Chapter 249 I'm only six years old, how old are you?
Chapter 249 I am only six years old, how old are you?
"That's not how you hold a writing brush." Sang Zhi said.
Ye Qianning glanced at it and lowered her hand a little: "Like this?"
"That's it." Sang Zhi stretched out his little hand and separated hers.
No matter what kind of pen Ye Qianning uses, she always feels comfortable with it. For example, the way she uses her fingers with chopsticks is very different from others.
And when it comes to painting, the way she holds the brush now is the way she usually holds it when painting.
Now that the position of holding the pen had been changed, she tentatively placed it on the rice paper, and... it was difficult to write traditional Chinese with many strokes, but now it is even more difficult.
The word "Wai Wai Nai Nai Nai" took up half of the rice paper, and the speed was even slower than before.
Qian Zhuye suppressed a smile: "Thank God if you finished copying it once today."
"Whatever you copy counts. Anyway, I tried my best." Ye Qianning changed the posture of holding the pen again: "It's better to be as fast as this."
"I told you that your posture when holding the pen is wrong," Sang Zhi said.
Sang Zhi held Ye Qianning's writing hand and was slightly startled. Only then did he notice that the two of them were in a bad posture, so he hesitated and let go.
"You are shorter."
Therefore no one came near him.
"I'm already short."
He raised his head and moved his eyes slightly, attached to the Prime Minister's Mansion?
When Miss Xiang first came to Kyoto City, it was not surprising that she talked to him for no apparent reason. What was strange was that the Eighth Prince actually took the initiative to teach the little baby how to write.
Moreover, his eyes are colorless and look a little gray. It is said that looking at each other will bring bad luck, which is very ominous.
Ye Qianning's little hand was covered, and the way she held the pen was forced to change.
"It doesn't matter if he's right or not, it'll be over soon."
"The basics of writing are very important, I'll teach you." Sang Zhi said, walking around behind her and covering hers with his big hand.
The school is full of children from about ten to twelve or thirteen years old, many of whom were promoted from the primary school together with Sang Zhi. The eighth prince seldom talks on weekdays and does not like to get along with others.
The writing speed is also much faster than before.
The three of them had no idea that most people in the school were looking here.
Their General's Mansion is no less impressive than the Prime Minister's Mansion. Why should they depend on the Prime Minister's Mansion?
Even if you are attached... Prime Minister Gao is not a master who makes people depend on him just because he wants to.
Ye Qianning glanced at it and continued writing: "I'm not even tall enough. Do you know what it means to give and receive without being intimate?"
Isn't she afraid of bad luck?
"You are not allowed to say that I am short." Gao Qi was angry.
Qian Zhuye lay in front of him, supporting the table with his wrists, watching them write. The handwriting looked much better. At this rate, he should be able to finish ten articles today.
"I'm only six years old, how old are you."
"Master taught me that men and women should not be intimate with each other. How can it be appropriate for you to hug and hug in front of everyone?" Gao Qi walked over from the crowd and pointed at the two of them with his little finger.
Ye Qianning's writing hand paused, and the ink stained the rice paper.
Sang Zhi used her little hand to write down the font one stroke at a time. The appearance was much better than what Ye Qianning had just written, but her posture was a bit awkward.
"I...my father said that I will grow taller, and my father also said that you have to rely on me in the future, and you have to listen to whatever I say." Takasaki pinched his waist and said angrily.
Sang Zhi was also slightly shocked, staring at Gao Qi with his gray eyes.
"Miss Xiang will rely on you? Do you think your Prime Minister's Mansion is not miserable enough?" Qian Zhuye laughed after a brief silence.
"My dad said I can do it."
"Your father also said that you will grow taller. Look, have you grown taller?" Qian Zhuye was a head taller than him and deliberately lowered his eyes at this time.
