“Lord Qi, please don’t go to such trouble. One is enough,” Ah Hao quickly refused.
What a joke! If she hadn't raised hedgehogs with His Majesty when they were children and developed a special affection for them, she wouldn't like keeping them.
Qi Yuan has a unique understanding of being rejected.
Ah-Hao just doesn't want the hedgehog, she didn't say she doesn't want any other small animals.
On his way back from the palace, he specifically instructed his men, "Go to the morning market tomorrow and buy two rabbits, no, one will be enough."
"I want a smaller one, the kind that's easy to raise."
"Yes," the attendant replied, barely suppressing a smile.
He had long been aware of the master's affection for Ah Hao, but unfortunately the master had never revealed his feelings.
He couldn't pass on the message either, so he could only secretly plan to pick out the cutest rabbit at the morning market the next day.
"But sir, why only buy one rabbit? As the saying goes, two rabbits run side by side," the attendant asked in confusion.
Qi Yuan, riding his tall horse, glanced sideways at his attendants behind him. "I told you to study hard, but you're all ignorant and incompetent. You've only learned a few phrases and you can't even use them properly."
Why not give them a pair of rabbits?
Of course, we should send one first, then another.
This gives you two opportunities to express your feelings.
However, he naturally wouldn't tell anyone about these thoughts.
After Qi Yuan left, as usual, Murong Yue would clear her mind and then go to sleep, and if possible, she would also have some late-night snacks.
But today, she called out "Ah Hao".
"Um... um..."
She gestured as she tried her best.
What was the name of the thing I broke at school today?
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment while I go and make the preparations."
Ah Hao quickly prepared the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, but a faint pang of heartache rose in her heart.
Since His Majesty fell ill last time, he has forgotten too many things, even common items like writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
The sight of His Majesty breaking the writing brush in class today almost brought tears to her eyes.
I never expected that His Majesty would continue studying that evening.
Murong Yue didn't really want to study either; after all, lazily lounging around was so comfortable! But Little Shishi wanted to find her mother.
Although zombies have long lifespans, allowing her to search slowly, her desire to find her mother prevented her from waiting.
"Okay, teach me."
The little zombie spoke up first, showing she wasn't ashamed of the matter.
The old man said today that knowing is knowing, and not knowing is not knowing, which is a very wise thing to do.
I am a very intelligent zombie.
It's not shameful to ask Ah Hao for help.
Ah Hao quickly took a step back, "How could this servant teach Your Majesty...?"
She wanted to ask the Imperial Advisor to come, but then she suddenly remembered that the Imperial Advisor had made an appointment with Lord Murong to come to the palace that evening.
It's best not to let too many people know that His Majesty is relearning to write.
The candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows. Murong Yue's skin was as white as snow, smooth and delicate like mutton fat jade. Her large eyes revealed a stubbornness and innocence that made her irresistible.
Ah Hao couldn't withstand such gazes and finally gave in, saying softly, "Your Majesty, this servant only knows the simplest things."
"Um."
Murong Yue nodded vigorously.
All she needs right now is the simplest thing.
Ah Hao supported Murong Yue's arm and placed the white jade brush in her palm. "Your Majesty, this is a calligraphy brush. Hold it like this."
"This is an inkstone. Just add a little water and you can grind ink into ink."
"Like this, you can write on paper by dipping a brush in ink."
Ah-hao demonstrated by drawing a horizontal line and a vertical line on a piece of white paper.
Murong Yue raised an eyebrow. That's more like it!
She can do that.
Writing brush, inkstone, ink, paper.
Murong Yue repeated the thought of raising the creature in her mind.
He raised his hand and picked up the white jade pen.
This time she was very careful, not daring to use too much force. The thin pen was more fragile than an enemy's neck, and she had to carefully control the amount of force she applied.
Nevertheless, two of the white jade brushes broke during the brush-finishing process.
It wasn't until she used the third white jade brush that she finally managed to master the strength and technique.
"Your Majesty, please raise your wrist a little higher; it will require less effort."
Murong Yue slowly and crookedly drew a horizontal line on the paper.
"His Majesty is amazing!"
Ah-Hao's main focus is on maximizing emotional value.
The old man taught her sixteen characters today, but she only learned one.
This is a small step for Murong Yue, but a giant leap for the zombies.
Murong Yue firmly believed that one day she would learn this complex human script.
The lights in the Hall of Supreme Harmony stayed on until midnight.
And Murong Yue finally learned to write her first character—"天" (tian, meaning sky).
The sky, a mixture of black and yellow.
Ah Hao looked at the large, crooked characters on the desk and couldn't help but sigh silently. At this rate, when will His Majesty ever return to his former glory...?
Inside the Xuanji Palace, it was warm and cozy, and Li Xuanji and Murong Anle were chatting and brewing tea around the stove.
A short while later, Qi Yuan arrived.
They also brought His Majesty the Emperor's latest decree: "Find a way to get the Yue delegation to spend money."
Upon hearing this, Murong Anle revealed a sly smile and said, "This matter is easily resolved; we just need to go to Li Daoyun of the Ministry of Works."
"Grand Preceptor, I already have a plan for the matter you mentioned last time. Since Lord Qi is here as well, why don't we discuss it together?"
Li Xuanji, dressed in a moon-blue casual robe, sat there serenely, like an immortal.
Half of her long, silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, adding to her mysterious aura.
After silently pouring tea for the three adults, the young page quietly left, closing the door behind him. He stood guard at the door, not allowing anyone to approach.
What the three officials inside the hall were plotting is probably only known to them.
...
The next day at court, Murong Yue, contrary to her usual behavior, studied the memorials with great effort.
Although she only knows one word at the moment, so what?
She has already started reading the memorials, so rounding it up, doesn't that mean she can understand them?
Murong Yue couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at this.
The ministers inside the hall were startled.
Li Daoyun, the Minister of Works, always felt that writing memorials was a form of torture.
A few days ago, he suddenly realized that His Majesty didn't seem to pay much attention to the memorials, so he became even more unrestrained.
Instead of wasting time writing reports, we should devote ourselves to the preparations for the Ministry of Works' open day.
Tomorrow is the open day.
The memorials Li Daoyun has been writing in recent days have become increasingly "concise and to the point".
Xu Qing, the Minister of Justice, did the same. After returning from Suizhou and dealing with Yang Yong's matter, he submitted a detailed memorial with a complete record of the process.
However, he has not written a single memorial for three whole days!
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