Chapter 249 I am only six years old, how old are you
"This is not how to hold the brush." Sang Zhi said.
Ye Qianning glanced, then lowered his little hand a little: "Is this so?"
"That's right." Sang Zhi stretched out her little hand to separate the little hand she was holding.
No matter what kind of pen Ye Qianning uses, she always uses whatever is comfortable, like chopsticks, her fingers are very different from others.
There is also painting. The way she is holding the brush now is the way she usually holds it when painting.
Now that the position of the pen has been changed, she tentatively lands on the rice paper, so... It was difficult to write traditional Chinese characters with many strokes, but now it is even more difficult.
A crooked word, occupying half a sheet of rice paper, not to mention, the speed is slower than before.
Qian Zhuye suppressed a smile: "Thank God if you finish copying once today."
"Copy as much as you want, in short, I tried my best." Ye Qianning changed the posture of holding the pen again: "It's better to be so fast."
"It's been said that you are holding the pen in the wrong posture." Sang Zhi said.
"Whether he is right or not, it will be done soon."
"The basics of writing are very important, I'll teach you." Sang Zhi walked around behind her as he said, covering hers with his big hands.
Ye Qianning was covered with her little hand, and the way she held the pen was forcibly changed.
Sang Zhi took her little hand to write down the characters one stroke at a time. The appearance is much better than what Ye Qianning just wrote, but the posture is a bit awkward.
The speed of writing is also much faster than before.
Qian Zhuye lay in front of him, propped his wrist on the table, and watched them write. The handwriting looked much better. According to this speed, he should be able to finish ten articles today.
The three of them didn't know it, and most people in the school looked at this side.
The school is full of children from about ten to twelve or thirteen years old, and many of them came up from the elementary school together with Sang Zhi. The Eighth Prince seldom speaks on weekdays, and he doesn't like to get along with others.
Besides, his eyes can't distinguish colors, and his pupils look a little gray. It is said that if they look at each other, they will be bad luck, which is very ominous.
Therefore no one came near him.
It is not unusual for Miss Xiang to talk to him for the first time when she first entered the capital city. What is strange is that the Eighth Prince took the initiative to teach the little doll to write.
Isn't she afraid of being entangled by bad luck?
"Teacher, if a man and a woman can't kiss each other, how decent is it for you to hug each other in front of everyone." Gao Qi walked over from the crowd, pointing at the two of them with his little finger.
Sang Zhi held Ye Qianning's hand for writing in a daze, and just now he noticed that the two people's posture is indeed not good, so he hesitated to let go of his hand.
Ye Qianning glanced, and continued to write: "I'm not tall enough, you know what it means to give and receive."
"You are not allowed to say that I am short." Takasaki was full of anger.
"Already short."
"You are shorter."
"I'm only six years old, how old are you?"
"I... my father said that he would grow taller, and my father also said that in the future you have to depend on me, and you have to listen to what I say." Takasaki pinched his waist and gasped.
Ye Qianning's writing hand stopped, the ink stained the rice paper.
He raised his head and moved his eyes slightly, attached to the prime minister's mansion?
Their general's mansion is not inferior to the prime minister's mansion. What is there to be attached to the prime minister's mansion?
Even if you are attached...Prime Minister Gao is not a master who just makes people attach to you.
Sang Zhi was also slightly startled, his gray eyes fixed on Takasaki.
"Miss Xiang will be attached to you? Do you think your prime minister's mansion is not miserable enough?" Qian Zhuye laughed after a brief silence.
"My father said it would."
"Your father also said that you will grow taller, have you seen how taller you are?" Qian Zhuye was a head taller than him, and lowered his eyes on purpose at this time.
(end of this chapter)
