"What's wrong? Uncle Pei doesn't like it?"
"No, I like it."
He just felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
This feeling should be called heartache.
Once, when he was young, he often felt this kind of heartache when facing his mother.
"As long as you like it." She said nonchalantly.
It was not until now that he realized, "Did you come here prepared today?"
"Ah? What did you say? I don't understand." Tu Qingyu started to play dumb at this time.
Pei Jian found that he really had no way to deal with the girl in front of him.
"When you came in, you said there was something you didn't understand..."
"Ah, you're talking about this. I saw a piece of parallel prose in Third Brother's study. I don't quite understand it, so I want to ask you something."
"Who wrote it? Did you bring it?"
"No, but I've memorized it all. Wait, I'll write it down for you."
It was a surprise that Pei Jian could understand her. She said she had memorized it. A piece of parallel prose has at least a few hundred words.
Didn’t Urawa say before that his little daughter always complained of being tired no matter what she learned, and he couldn’t bear to let her go whenever she complained of being tired?
Tu Qingyu has already picked up his pen and started writing.
This time, she did not use the hairpin-flowered small regular script, but the elegant and freehand running script.
I seldom wrote before. I only learned it occasionally when I was a child, but after a few days, I felt tired and didn't want to write anymore.
After writing a few hundred words of parallel prose, she looked up at the man in front of her with pride, "How's my writing? I've been practicing for several months."
how long?
Even though Pei Jian had experienced many storms, he was still surprised when he heard the time.
How can one master such elegant calligraphy with both form and spirit without more than ten years of practice?
Even for him, whom everyone said was a genius unprecedented in history, no one dared to say that he could achieve this level in just a few months.
Seeing that he didn't speak, she tugged at his sleeve again, "Uncle Pei? Please speak. How is my writing?"
"very good."
"Yeah, I think so too." Receiving the compliment, she became happy again, with undisguised pride in her eyes. "I think it's great too. I've been practicing for several months, but it's really exhausting."
"I originally thought it would take a few months, but since Uncle Pei has said it's okay, it really proves that I am a genius."
Her smile was so dazzling, and the light in her eyes was brighter than the spring sunshine outside the window.
"Indeed." He subconsciously followed her words and said, "Wizard."
After glancing at the content, he asked, "What don't you understand?"
"I don't quite understand here, here, and here. What is..." She said she didn't understand, but she quoted from classics when she spoke.
It's just that she misunderstood some things. With just a little guidance from him, she was able to draw inferences.
After reading a piece of parallel prose, he began to doubt Tu's father's statement that spoiled children can't learn anything.
This might be a rumor that Urawa deliberately spread when Qingyu was still young, fearing that someone would covet his daughter.
"I see." Tu Qingyu clapped his hands, then looked at Pei Jian with admiration. "I was wondering, this actually originated from another scripture. Uncle Pei, you're truly amazing."
"You're amazing too. I just knew it earlier than you, and now you know it too."
He is really smart, much smarter than his adopted son.
After the two talked for a while, the servants brought in a new batch of cakes.
Tu Qingyu couldn't sit still after smelling the fragrance.
Pei Jian patted her head gently and said, "Go and eat."
Seeing that people had already started eating without any scruples, he sat back in his seat and began to handle official business.
However, as he read the memorial in his hand again and again, the only things that had just happened between them came to his mind.
A quarter of an hour passed, and the memorial in his hand had not been seen at all.
The attendant beside him couldn't bear it anymore, so he bowed slightly and whispered, "Sir, Miss Tu has fallen asleep."
He came to his senses and looked up. The little girl over there was lying on the eight-immortals table, sleeping with her hands as a pillow.
"Go get a cloak, forget it..." He put down the things in his hands, stood up, and walked over step by step.
Then he bent down, carefully picked up the person, placed him on the couch in the inner room, and gently covered him with a blanket.
Then he sat down beside her, his eyes fixed on the little girl's peaceful sleeping face.
Too many things happened today, and even he was still struggling to react.
He looked at the sleeping person and wondered what those movements meant.
She didn't like Pei Kangsheng, but there were many good men of her age in the capital.
Urawa never thought of exchanging this only treasure for benefits.
As long as she wanted to, with just a word from her, breaking off the engagement should be a very simple matter.
So what did her teasing of him mean?
Yes, teasing.
After so many years in the world of fame and fortune, how could he not see the young girl's immature and naive means.
It's just that he has been indulging it for some reason.
While he was thinking, the little girl in front of him suddenly moved. He didn't know what she was dreaming about, but her brows were furrowed.
He almost restrained himself from reaching out to smooth her frown.
He sat like this for a full quarter of an hour before he got up and left the study.
Half an hour later, Tu Qingyu woke up.
Pei Jian was no longer in the study. Outside the door, several of Pei Jian's confidants were guarding it.
"Where is Uncle Pei?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
The attendant who most often followed Pei Jian raised his hand and bowed, "My lady, the master is in the library. He said that he will take you back when you wake up."
His attitude was extremely respectful, even more respectful and polite than he was towards Pei Kangsheng.
Tu Qingyu followed up on this and asked, "Which way is the library?"
"This..." Yanshan hesitated. After all, the adults obviously wanted to avoid Miss Tu.
But the adults also said that we should go along with Miss Tu.
In this situation, is he doing well or not?
"Why are you hesitating? If you don't tell me, I'm going to start making a fuss." She glanced at Yanshan with her little eyes, as if she was going to make a fuss in the next moment.
How could Yanshan dare to let her make trouble? He had seen the status of this girl in his master's heart.
The first time he rode in his master's carriage on the farm, his master had people prepare cakes and pastries.
He gave her the Buddhist beads that he never let anyone touch, and wore another string on his hand that the girl had modified to be so delicate.
Such indulgence had never happened even when the old lady was still alive.
After thinking for a moment, he made a gesture of invitation and said, "The library is over here. Please follow me."
"That's right." She patted her skirt and held her head high. "Let's go."
The Pei family of Yingchuan is a thousand-year-old family. Although it is just a mansion in the capital, the scale of its library is shocking.
Seeing Yanshan stopped at the door, Tu Qingyu asked in confusion, "Go, why don't you leave?"
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