Chapter 249 I am only six years old, how old are you
"That's not how you hold a brush," said Sang Zhi.
Ye Qianning glanced at it and lowered her hand slightly: "Like this?"
"That's it." Sang Zhi stretched out his little hand and separated her hand.
No matter what kind of pen Ye Qianning uses, she uses it in whatever way is comfortable. For example, when using chopsticks, the way she uses her fingers is very different from others.
As for painting, the way she holds the brush now is the same as when she usually paints.
Now that her pen holding position had been changed, she tentatively touched the rice paper. Well... Traditional Chinese characters are difficult to write because of the many strokes, and now it's even more difficult.
Not only did the crooked character take up half a sheet of rice paper, but the speed was also slower than before.
Qian Zhuye suppressed a laugh and said, "Thank God you've finished copying it today."
"I'll do whatever I copied. Anyway, I tried my best." Ye Qianning changed the way he held the pen: "It's still a little faster."
"I told you that your pen-holding posture is wrong." Sang Zhi said.
"Who cares if it's right or not, just do it quickly."
"The basics of writing are very important. I'll teach you." Sang Zhi said as he walked around behind her and covered her hand with his big hand.
Ye Qianning's hands were covered and he was forced to change the way he held the pen.
Sang Zhi used her small hands to write the characters one stroke at a time. The characters looked much better than what Ye Qianning had just written, except that the posture was a little awkward.
The writing speed is also much faster than before.
Qian Zhuye lay in front of them, supporting his wrists on the table, watching them write. Their handwriting looked much better now. At this rate, they should be able to finish ten articles today.
The three of them were completely unaware that most people in the school were looking in this direction.
The students in the school are all around ten to twelve or thirteen years old. Many of them were promoted from the primary school together with Sang Zhi. The Eighth Prince rarely speaks and doesn't like to get along with others.
Moreover, his eyes cannot distinguish colors and his pupils look a little gray. It is said that looking into his eyes will bring bad luck, which is very ominous.
Therefore no one approached him.
It was not surprising that Miss Xiang talked to him for no apparent reason when she first arrived in Kyoto. What was surprising was that the Eighth Prince actually took the initiative to teach the little kid how to write.
Isn't she afraid of being entangled by bad luck?
"The teacher taught that men and women should not touch each other. How can you hug each other in front of everyone?" Takaki walked over from the crowd and pointed at the two of them with his little hand.
Sang Zhi was slightly stunned as he held Ye Qianning's hand while she was writing. Only then did he notice that their posture was indeed not right. He hesitated for a moment before letting go of her hand.
Ye Qianning glanced at him and continued writing: "You haven't even grown up yet, how can you understand what it means to be intimate with others?"
"Don't tell me I'm short." Takaki said angrily.
"I'm short to begin with."
"You're shorter."
"I'm only six years old. How old are you?"
"I...my dad said I will grow taller, and he also said that you have to depend on me in the future, and you have to listen to whatever I say." Gao Qi pinched his waist and said angrily.
Ye Qianning's writing hand paused, and the ink soaked the rice paper.
He raised his head and his eyes moved slightly. Dependent on the Prime Minister's Mansion?
Their general's mansion is in no way inferior to the prime minister's mansion. Why should they be dependent on the prime minister's mansion?
Even if I were to rely on you... Prime Minister Gao is not someone who would let others rely on him just because he wants.
Sang Zhi was also slightly surprised, his gray eyes fixed on Gao Qi.
"Miss Xiang will depend on you? Do you think your Prime Minister's Mansion is not miserable enough?" Qian Zhuye laughed after a brief silence.
"My dad said he would."
"Your father said you would grow taller. Look, have you grown taller?" Qian Zhuye was a head taller than him and deliberately lowered his eyes at this time.
(End of this chapter)
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