Little Swallow lowered her head dejectedly, giving the Emperor a heads-up. She knew her own temperament and knew that something was bound to go wrong.
"good."
Looking at the person haggling with him, the emperor smiled helplessly and nodded.
Little Swallow was the second person to dare to bargain with him.
"Yay!"
With the Emperor's permission, Xiao Yanzi tugged at Chen Nian's sleeve, and the two of them skipped and hopped away.
We're all on the same side; we've long since abandoned any pretense of image.
Looking at the two cheerful people in front of them, the group of people behind them, except for Erkang and Ziwei, all had eyes full of doting affection.
...
The following day, at Shufangzhai.
"What if I can't remember?"
After a long period of silence, Xiao Yanzi once again dragged him to Shufangzhai.
Little Swallow sidled up to Chen Nian, who was leisurely eating, and began to wail.
"Little Swallow, keep going, don't torture me."
With a look of complete rejection, Chen Nian moved closer to Ertai. She was also afraid of reciting poems. Back in school, besides writing essays, reciting poems was the most torturous thing for her.
She could remember each line separately, but she couldn't remember them when they were put together. Her Chinese teacher liked to quiz her, so she copied the poem thousands of times and went through dozens of notebooks.
There's a reason why her handwriting is bad. Her handwriting used to be very good, but she was punished by the teacher, and the punishment was so severe that she couldn't finish writing, so she had to keep writing and writing.
Later on, she herself didn't know what she was writing anymore. It was dog-scrawl, and that's how she developed it. Her hand developed muscle memory, and she couldn't change it anymore.
When she arrived in the Qing Dynasty, she was still using a calligraphy brush, let alone changing it. She couldn't even write well with a pen, let alone a calligraphy brush. Her writing was so weak and limp that it was worse than a dog's scribbles. It was so ugly that she relied entirely on Qing'er and Ertai for help.
When Ertai learned why she didn't want to go to school, his expression was incredibly varied—a mixture of shock, helplessness, a sense of having expected it but not wanting to believe it, and a desire to laugh but not daring to. She still vividly remembers that expression.
Then Ertai sighed and began to coax him into negotiating.
If she didn't want to go to school because of the articles, he could write articles for her, as long as she continued to go to school, with a dazzling smile on his face, and she agreed in a daze.
Ertai's imitation of the handwriting was so realistic, even his thought process matched her perfectly. Even she couldn't tell whether it was her own handwriting or Ertai's. However, Qing'er still managed to tell the difference.
She didn't know how Qing'er figured it out, but ever since Qing'er discovered it, she had given up.
Qing'er and Ertai took turns helping her write. When there was more time, Ertai would take her back to the mansion to help her write, and then explain the meaning to her before class the next day. When there was less time, Qing'er would go back to Cining Palace to help her write, explaining as she wrote.
Anyway, Master Ji has never suffered because of his homework.
Although her Chinese was poor, she had lived for more than 20 years in the 21st century, so she was at least a little better than Little Swallow. With their reminders, she managed to get by.
So, generally speaking, only the Empress Dowager, Qing'er, Ertai, and Xuan'er know her true level.
"Little Swallow, so many people have taught you, so don't come here to harass Chen Nian. Go on, look, you made Ziwei cry yesterday. If you still can't learn, my brother will probably scold you again."
Seeing the subconscious actions of the people around him, Ertai's lips curled up slightly.
"Ertai, I think His Majesty is absolutely right. Niannian is a perfect match for you—"
Little Swallow ignored Ertai, leaning back in her chair and talking to herself. Hadn't Erkang scolded her enough times? Whenever Ziwei had something to say, she was always the first one to be mentioned. She was used to it, so one more time wouldn't make a difference.
Ziwei's words yesterday really hurt her.
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