"It was... the person who delivered the letter to Prince Jing's Mansion." The foolish emperor found a good excuse, suppressed his guilty conscience, looked at Xiao Tianbao, and pretended to be calm.
"Oh~" Tianbao no longer doubted it, opened the envelope and read the words inside.
The handwriting is just like the writer, very beautiful, and the immature style of the handwriting already reveals the graceful demeanor of a stunning swan or a flying dragon.
Seeing her studying so intently, the tyrant was stunned: "Tianbao can read?"
Tianbao puffed out her cheeks. In her previous life, she lived to be eight years old. Of course she could read, but only in simplified Chinese. She could only guess the meaning of these traditional Chinese characters by guessing.
Xiao Qinhuo told her not to worry, he had reconciled safely with his family and they would definitely meet again if they had the chance in the future.
Tianbao thought about it and raised her head seriously: "My mother and my concubine both love reading, and they also read to Tianbao."
The emperor was stunned. A two-year-old kid could actually read by just following along?!
With trembling hands, he pointed at the letter: "You, you, you... do you understand what he wrote?"
Tian Bao gave a general idea and said in frustration: "There are still many things I don't know. Fairy Sister is really amazing."
As she spoke, she raised her head expectantly, her eyes sparkling with stars: "Father, can Tianbao go to the Imperial Academy? Tianbao also wants to learn to read and write."
The foolish emperor calmed down from his shock and looked over with a strange look, as if asking, "You want to write him a reply."
Tian Bao nodded wildly: "Yeah. It's impolite not to reciprocate."
It is impolite to come without giving anything in return.
The tyrant emperor clutched his chest, feeling like vomiting blood. His two-year-old sweetheart was actually going to learn to read and write for a wild boy?? Just to write him a letter??!
Tianbao looked at the tyrant emperor's sad face and didn't understand why he was so conflicted.
A tear quickly gathered in his eye, as if it would burst out if he shook his head.
The tyrant emperor opened his mouth with great difficulty, wanting to say something, but he couldn't find his voice for a long time. In the end, he could only nod with tears in his eyes, and his nod was very stiff.
The treasure that I held in my hands was taken away by a wild boar of unknown origin?
"Father, you are so kind!" The tears in Tianbao's eyes flowed back like magic. She smiled brightly, revealing a row of neat white teeth.
She pondered for a moment, pointed at the unfamiliar words in the letter and began to ask the tyrant for advice.
Every word on it was like a knife, piercing the heart of the tyrant at a glance, but he still smiled stubbornly and taught his daughter to recognize the words one by one.
"Father, father, Tianbao wants to reply to the letter." Tianbao said as she ran to the small table and chair specially made for her, waiting quietly and obediently.
The tyrant emperor sighed and waved at Zhang Fujin.
Soon, the four treasures of the study specially made for Tianbao were brought in. The foolish emperor had asked someone to make them in advance. He originally wanted to start teaching her to write her name next year, but he didn't expect to use them so soon.
With mixed feelings, he asked Zhang Fujin to bring a cushion, sat down on the spot, and personally helped Tianbao grind the ink.
Zhang Fujin: "...Your Majesty, let this old servant do it."
The distraught emperor frowned and looked cold, waving his hand impatiently: "Don't disturb me and Tianbao's solitude."
He doesn't like any male now, and even Zhang Fujin, who is half male and half female, makes him disgusted.
Prince Jing is already trying to find out about the fairy's background. If possible, he must castrate the boy before he grows up. Doesn't Tianbao like him? After castrating him, he can stay in the palace and wear women's clothes every day to please Tianbao.
When the foolish emperor thought about it, he felt much happier and his brows relaxed a little.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tianbao biting the pen and thinking hard. He quietly straightened his spine and took a peek: What was drawn on the paper?
Tianbao has lived two lives, and this was the first time he held a brush. He really couldn't write, so he could only draw a reply.
She tilted her head and drew a circle, then a vertical line underneath it. Then, a few more strokes represented the limbs, and the simple figure was complete. She then added a shorter figure next to it, connecting the lines representing the arms to represent holding hands.
Add a few more expressions: straighten the lip line of the taller character and raise the corners of the mouth of the smaller character.
Draw a few strokes to represent a swing, and a few more strokes to represent a bamboo horse...
Tianbao painted with great enthusiasm and even felt that his paintings were quite vivid.
Tyrant Emperor: What is this drawing?
In his eyes, his good daughter was just drawing ghost stories, and he couldn't guess the content of any of the pictures no matter how hard he tried.
Yes, Tianbao drew several pictures.
The tyrant was guessing enthusiastically, but when Tianbao looked up, she found that the tyrant was peeking at her painting with his eyes slanted.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she subconsciously pressed down the papers with her arms to prevent them from being read: "Father, you're peeking! Humph!"
The emperor was upset and looked over with resentment: "Tianbao, do you have a little secret that you can't share with your father? Your father is very sad. I just want to see how beautiful your fairy sister is."
Seeing that he was truly hurt, Tian Bao reluctantly flipped over the first piece of paper and pointed at the simple figurine with two ink dots as eyes: "This is the fairy sister, so beautiful! She's prettier than mother, and even prettier than my third brother!"
"How does it compare to father?" The foolish emperor was sour, as if he had drunk a jar of vinegar.
Tian Bao frowned in confusion, glanced at the stubble on the emperor's chin, and then glanced at the increasingly overbearing crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. She pouted and said honestly and quietly, "Father is so old, how can he be compared with Fairy Sister? This is unfair. Father must have been very beautiful when he was young."
old……
The foolish emperor was depressed again, and his heart felt stuffy as if it was blocked by dark clouds.
He asked again unwillingly, "How does the emperor compare to the fairy when he was little?"
Tian Bao lowered his head and pointed his fingers at each other: "Fairy sister, floating wine."
"Cough! Cough cough cough cough..." The little cotton-padded jacket was leaking air, and the tyrant king, caught off guard, was so angry that he coughed violently. According to previous understanding, his sweet baby would definitely praise him as the most handsome man in the world!
Tian Bao nervously put down her pen and hurried over to pat the emperor on the back: "Father, drink some water! Fairy sister is a woman, of course she's beautiful! If we compare handsomeness, father is the most handsome in the world!"
The images of Prince Gong and Prince Jing appeared in her mind. They were somewhat similar to the tyrant emperor. But to be honest, Prince Gong was masculine and heroic, while Prince Jing had a hint of feminine beauty. They looked better than the tyrant emperor.
But Tianbao is not stupid, and she certainly cannot say such words in front of the tyrant.
After the little man comforted the emperor, he quickly folded up the reply letter he had drawn and looked at him with a burning gaze: "Father, how do I write back to Sister Piao Niang?"
The foolish emperor expressionlessly asked for an ordinary envelope, stuffed the paintings inside and was about to take it away: "I'll ask Prince Jing to deliver it for you."
"Hey? Father, Feng Nini." Tianbao grabbed his clothes and stopped him from leaving.
The tyrant emperor looked down at her with an indescribable expression. Was the little girl afraid that he would peek at these rotten paintings?
Haha, he is not interested.
The main reason is that I can’t understand it, so just block it.
The tyrant emperor sealed the seal right under Tianbao's nose with an expressionless face.
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