Wen Jiaojiao held the book and listened to Zhao Yan explaining to her. Listening to her, she felt sleepy. She was wondering why there was no such thing as an interest class. In this way, she could sign up for an interest class instead of listening to these things.
Much more interesting.
Thinking of this, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but feel sorry for and admire Zhao Yan even more. He had to listen to this stern-faced tutor's lessons almost every day.
The Taifu was very stern, and Wen Jiaojiao thought that the few scoldings he had given her over the past few days were pretty good.
Xiao Qingyu sat aside making winter clothes for Wen Jiaojiao, watching her dozing there, smiling and shaking her head.
She knew that Wen Jiaojiao would not listen to the lessons. She did not like reading and practicing calligraphy at all. Just like her, she had a headache when she was a child just reading books.
It wasn't until I entered the palace and became the queen that I started to understand.
Xiao Qingyu was thinking that if Jiao Jiao is healthy, she must be a lively little girl who likes to play outside all day long, practice martial arts, and ride horses and archery.
But her body doesn't allow her to do these things.
"Your Majesty, as soon as the palace door was locked, the letter was handed in."
Qingquan handed a letter to Xiao Qingyu and showed it to her. Xiao Qingyu glanced at it and signaled Qingquan to hand the letter to Wen Jiaojiao.
"Miss Fourth, I have your letter."
Wen Jiaojiao listened to Zhao Yan's article with her eyes half closed and her chin propped up. When she saw the letter Qingquan put in front of her, she suddenly woke up.
Wen Jiaojiao opened the letter and took a look. Unsurprisingly, it was Que Wu who was in love throughout the whole article. This time it was her who was drawn. She looked a bit like a Q version, with a round face and a little fat.
Looking at this chubby little person, Wen Jiaojiao thought to herself how could she be so fat?!
The last sentence in the letter was still waiting for her reply.
Wen Jiaojiao asked Qingquan to bring a piece of white paper and drew a humanoid leopard on it, with a tall and strong Q-version leopard head, leopard prints and tail, with a fierce appearance.
Then I drew myself a Q-version villain who kicked him in the face, with an angry look on his face.
After finishing the painting, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Yan saw that Wen Jiaojiao was always in low spirits. After receiving the letter, he immediately became energetic and was still writing and drawing. He didn't know who the letter was from.
Xiao Qingyu saw Wen Jiaojiao's expression in his eyes, with a knowing smile on his face.
Wen Jiaojiao folded the painting, put it in an envelope and handed it to Qingquan, "A reply to him."
Qingquan took the letter and stepped back.
Xiao Qingyu said with a teasing look on his face: "I've been sending letters for almost a month, and you finally wrote a reply to him today?"
Wen Jiaojiao leaned back on the couch, covered his face with a soft pillow, and said in a low voice: "Reply politely."
Zhao Yanchang took the soft pillow away from Wen Jiaojiao's hand and asked, "Whose letter is it?"
Just as Wen Jiaojiao was about to say something, Xiao Qingyu said to him: "Ayan, it's almost the end of the day. My aunt can't learn much, so you should go back first."
Hearing the words "little aunt", Zhao Yan pursed his lips, got up and walked out of the hall.
Seeing Zhao Yan leaving, Wen Jiaojiao sat next to Xiao Qingyu and asked curiously: "Sister, are you familiar with Que Wu?"
She knew that the Xiao family had asked Sara for help and borrowed troops from Sara on the battlefield in the past, but that was already more than ten years ago, and Que Wu was only a few years old at that time.
Xiao Qingyu entered the palace when she was seventeen and has been in the palace since then. How could she only be familiar with Que Wu at that time? But the last time she was at the Salo Mansion, Que Wu's gifts were said to be for the queen, which shows that they
They are acquainted with each other and may still have friendship.
Xiao Qingyu put down the needle and thread in his hand, smiled and said: "We are relatively familiar with each other. His brother was once an old friend of mine, and we fought side by side."
"Brother?"
Wen Jiaojiao originally wanted to ask why the person who came to Beiyuan this time was not her old friend but Que Wu. After a quick thought, she figured out a love-hate entanglement.
My elder brothers and old friends, who were sixteen or seventeen years old, fought side by side. One was the queen of Beiyuan, and the other was from the royal family of Salo. Moreover, they did not come to Beiyuan and sent gifts to the queen alone every year.
If there wasn't any emotion other than being a friend, Wen Jiaojiao would never believe it.
Wen Jiaojiao was afraid of touching some bad memories of Xiao Qingyu, so she didn't dare to ask more questions, but she was really curious.
Thanks to the two gossip-loving girls in her family, she also loves gossip now.
Xiao Qingyu looked at Wen Jiaojiao's expression of being very curious but reluctant to ask, pinched her cheek and said: "This old friend and I are no longer in the past, and there are indeed regrets in it, but he has passed away.
, I can only think about it in my heart."
Wen Jiaojiao was slightly startled. This old friend was indeed Sister Qingyu's ex-boyfriend, and he had passed away.
"Sister..."
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Xiao Qingyu with a calm expression, but there was a touch of melancholy in his eyes, and couldn't help hugging her.
Xiao Qingyu patted Wen Jiaojiao on the back, "It doesn't matter."
It's all in the past, Makino has turned into smoke along with her affection, and she doesn't know when she will be buried in the loess along with his affection.
In this life, the days spent with him have been worth it.
Wen Jiaojiao was very emotionally sensitive, and she could feel Xiao Qingyu's slight sadness. Although she said it with a smile, the more she said it, the more depressed she felt in her heart.
Xiao Qingyu was also afraid that Wen Jiaojiao would think too much, so he didn't tell her too much about the past.
But Wen Jiaojiao couldn't sleep well. She didn't know why, but thinking about Sister Qingyu made her feel sad in her heart.
The next day she got up late, and when she went to the study room, she was scolded by the master with a sullen face.
"Miss Fourth, have you finished the article I asked you to rewrite yesterday?"
Wen Jiaojiao gave the Taifu the handwriting that Zhao Yan had written in her hand last night.
The Taifu looked at the much neater words and thought with his toes that the Prince must have helped her a lot, but his expression softened a lot, "I did use some snacks."
Upon hearing Taifu's words, Zhao Yan's lips twitched slightly.
She had no intention of knowing that he was holding her hand to finish writing, and her hand holding the pen was limp and without any strength.
"It's rare to hear a master praise someone."
Hearing this low voice, Wen Jiaojiao's sleepy head immediately sobered up a lot, and he immediately sat upright.
Zhao Yelin saw a smile in his eyes when he saw Wen Jiaojiao's appearance, and sat on a chair beside him to listen.
He occasionally comes to check on Zhao Yan's homework, and today he happened to be bumped into by Wen Jiaojiao.
With the emperor here today, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't fish even if she wanted to, so she had to straighten her back and listen to the Taifu saying something that she couldn't understand at all.
The tutor talked for half an hour and then gave them homework.
Wen Jiaojiao's homework is to practice calligraphy. The Taifu really can't stand Wen Jiaojiao's calligraphy like a dog crawling.
Wen Jiaojiao wrote for a while, and then the prince walked over to her and took a look, his face began to twitch again. Sure enough, yesterday's copying of the article was all thanks to the prince.