Mu Ting walked into the study and placed the two little ones in front of the desk.
"Now, think about how to write an article with bananas as the topic."
Just as Mu Ting finished speaking, Mu Yanming arrived.
"Ming'er, you are also a student of Puxi Academy. You should teach them the essay questions for this exam."
Mu Tingzheng then summoned Fan Hai and several guards to stand at the door of the study and told them that Xiao Tuanzi and Mu Yanxiu were not allowed to step out of the study except during bedtime.
As for the three meals a day, Mu Tingzheng also instructed his servants to deliver them to his study.
After Mu Tingzheng left, the little dumpling immediately jumped off the table and ran to the door.
She clung to the door frame, peering curiously at Mu Tingzheng's back.
But a tall figure blocked her view.
The little dumpling looked up and saw Fan Hai with an expressionless face.
"Brother Fanhai." The little dumpling showed his little teeth and gave him a sweet smile.
Despite the little girl's attempts to please him, Fan Hai remained expressionless. He nodded and said, "Little princess, you cannot leave the study."
The little dumpling smiled even sweeter, grabbed Fan Hai's trouser leg, and tentatively asked, "If I get tired of writing, can I go out for a walk to clear my head?"
Fan Hai removed her small hand from his trouser leg, then took her hand in his own, his large hand completely enveloping her tiny palm.
"no!"
Fan Hai led her inside. With each long stride he took, the little girl had to run two steps to keep up with him.
"My master said that once the article is finished, I can leave."
The little girl was led to the desk, and upon hearing Fan Hai's words, she collapsed onto the desk in anguish.
"I can't write articles, I can't write..." she said, wiping away her tears in distress.
Seeing that she was crying, Fan Hai had no choice but to say to Mu Yanming:
“Miss Ming, let’s instruct them together.”
Mu Yanming nodded, helped the little girl up, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.
"Little auntie, be good. We'll be here with you. Besides, writing articles isn't difficult."
"I heard you just wrote a poem. Would you like to read it to me again?"
The little dumpling sobbed twice and recited the poem they had just written again.
After she finished reading, Mu Yanming and Fan Hai were stunned on the spot.
Fan Hai, who used to have an icy expression, now had his lips twitching uncontrollably.
...
Two days later, Princess Zhaochun's carriages and horses entered the capital of Longyuan Kingdom.
After arriving in the capital, Princess Zhaochun did not rush to the palace, but instead booked an inn to stay temporarily.
Inside the room.
Yu Yiman fastened her belt and tidied her hair.
She dressed in the plain clothes of an ordinary woman, making herself look like an ordinary person.
Fu Yun, dressed in the same ordinary attire, pushed open the door and walked in.
Before closing the door, she carefully looked around.
Fu Yun walked over to Yu Yiman and whispered, "Everything is arranged. The Nanfu Restaurant has invited an opera troupe to perform today, and she will meet us there."
Yu Yiman looked at herself in the mirror, and after confirming that her appearance was flawless, she said, "Let's go."
Meanwhile, in the Mu family study.
The little dumpling lowered its eyes, looking listlessly at the papers on the table like a wilted cucumber.
The above are all her scribbled masterpieces.
These past two days, the little girl has been writing articles in the study. She's physically present in one place but mentally elsewhere; her heart has already wandered to the vast world outside.
Mu Yanming was also exhausted; after all, teaching two little ones had taken a toll on her mental health.
She was taking a nap at the table when Mu Yanxiu leaned against her and also closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The little dumpling quietly raised its head and glanced at Fan Hai.
Seeing that he was also resting with his head propped up, she tiptoed outside.
She quietly slipped out of the study.
The study is a two-story building with a small pond in front of it.
The little dumpling was standing on the second floor, looking at the pond and the surrounding trees, and felt relaxed and comfortable.
Free! Free!
The little dumpling cheered inwardly and walked towards the stairs at the end.
But just as she reached the stairs, a figure suddenly appeared behind her and enveloped her.
The little dumpling was grabbed and lifted up, and the voice of Fan Hai rang in his ears.
"Little princess, where are you going?"
The little dumpling's face immediately turned more bitter than a bitter gourd. In a moment of quick thinking, she clutched her stomach and said, "I need to go to the toilet. My stomach hurts. Put me down quickly."
Fan Hai raised one eyebrow, seeing through her little scheme.
He didn't let go; instead, he carried her downstairs.
"Okay, I'll take you to the outhouse now. After you're done, we'll come back and continue writing."
After Fan Hai finished speaking, the little dumpling did not shout "no" as he had expected, but instead quieted down.
Fan Hai found it strange at first, but after walking for a while, he felt the little figure in his hand twitching.
He looked down and saw that her big, watery eyes were filled with tears.
Fan Hai was anxious and quickly put her down.
He knelt down in front of her, looked into her red eyes, and said helplessly:
"Little princess, I didn't mean to."
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