Chapter 249 I am only six years old, how old are you?


    “This is not how you hold a writing brush.” Sang Zhi said.


    Ye Qianning glanced at it and lowered her hand a little: "Is this so?"


    "That''s it." Sang Zhi stretched out his little hand and separated her little hand.


    No matter what kind of pen she uses, Ye Qianning always uses it as she feels comfortable. For example, with chopsticks, the way she uses her fingers is very different from others.


    ?There is also painting. The brush she holds now is the same as when she usually paints.


    ??Now that the position of holding the pen has been changed, she tentatively placed it on the rice paper, and... it was difficult to write traditional Chinese with many strokes, but now it is even more difficult.


    The word "Wai Wai Nai Nai Nai" took up half of the rice paper, and the speed was even slower than before.


    Qian Zhuye suppressed a smile: "Thank God if you finished copying it once today."


    “It doesn’t matter how much I copy. Anyway, I tried my best.” Ye Qianning changed the posture of holding the pen again: “It’s better to be as fast as this.”


    “I told you that your posture when holding the pen is wrong,” Sang Zhi said.


    “It doesn’t matter whether he is right or not, it will be done soon.”


    "The basics of writing are very important, I''ll teach you." Sang Zhi said, walking around behind her and covering hers with his big hand.


    Ye Qianning''s little hand was covered, and the way she held the pen was forced to change.


    ?Sang Zhi used her little hand to write the font one stroke at a time. The appearance was much better than what Ye Qianning had just written, but the posture was a bit awkward.


    The writing speed is also much faster than before.


    Qian Zhuye lay in front of him, supporting the table with his wrists, watching them write. The handwriting looked much better. At this rate, he should be able to finish ten articles today.


    The three of them had no idea that most people in the school were looking this way.


    ?The school is full of children from about ten to twelve or thirteen years old, many of whom were promoted from the primary school together with Sang Zhi. The eighth prince seldom talks on weekdays and does not like to get along with others.


    ??Moreover, his eyes cannot distinguish color and look a little gray. It is said that looking at each other will bring bad luck, which is very ominous.


    ?Hence no one came near him. When Miss Xiang first came to Kyoto City, it was not surprising that she talked to him for some unknown reason. What was strange was that the Eighth Prince actually took the initiative to teach the little baby how to write.


    ??Isn''t she afraid of bad luck?


    “Master teaches that men and women cannot be intimate with each other, how can it be appropriate for you to hug and hug in front of everyone.” Gao Qi walked over from the crowd and pointed at the two of them with his little finger.


    Sang Zhi was slightly startled as he held Ye Qianning''s writing hand. He just noticed that the two of them were in a bad posture and he hesitated to let go.


    ?Ye Qianning glanced at it and continued writing: "I''m not even tall enough. Do you know what it means to give and receive without being intimate?"


    "You are not allowed to say that I am short." Gao Qi was angry.


    “Already short.”


    “You are shorter.”


    “I am only six years old, how old are you.”


    "I...my father said that I will grow taller, and my father also said that in the future you have to rely on me, and you have to listen to whatever I say." Takasaki pinched his waist and said angrily.


    Ye Qianning''s writing hand paused, and the rice paper was stained with ink.


    He raised his head and moved his eyes slightly, leaning on the Prime Minister''s Mansion?


    Their General''s Mansion is no less impressive than the Prime Minister''s Mansion. Why should they depend on the Prime Minister''s Mansion?


    ?Even if you are attached... Prime Minister Gao is not a master who makes people attached just as he says.


    ?Sang Zhi was also slightly shocked, his gray eyes staring at Gao Qi.


    "Miss Xiang will rely on you? Do you think your Prime Minister''s Palace is not miserable enough?" Qian Zhuye laughed after a brief silence.


    “My dad said I can do it.”


    "Your father also said that you will grow taller. Look, have you grown taller?" Qian Zhuye was a head taller than him, and he deliberately lowered his eyes at this time.


    (End of this chapter)