The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 15

Jun Rong secretly made up his mind that he must eat well in the future, and he must grow taller quickly!
Xiao Yu didn't know what Jun Rong was thinking, so he dragged him to the study room. This small study room originally belonged to the Prince Regent, but now it belongs to Xiao Yu.

The ground dragon in the study was also very hot, and when entering the room, Xiao Yu closed the door and opened the back window to ventilate.

"Come on, sit behind the desk and I'll help you sharpen the ink."

Xiao Yu took off his cloak, pinched his sleeves with one hand, picked up the blue bird pot and dripped a little water into the inkstone, then picked up the ink ingot and ground it carefully in the inkstone, the fragrance of the ink came out, Jun Rong looked at it carefully He said, he had never seen such a scene before.

Xiao Yu's hand movements were elegant and slow, Jun Rong just watched without feeling bored, and even watched with relish.

Xiao Yu explained to him softly, "This is the best Hui ink, you must be careful when grinding the ink, don't use too much force, grind it vertically back and forth..."

Jun Rong nodded, smelling the fragrance of ink, suddenly aroused anticipation in his heart.

After grinding the ink, Xiao Yu put down the ink ingot, picked up a brush and dipped it in the ink, and wrote his name stroke by stroke on the rice paper: Xiao——Yu.

Jun Rong blinked, carefully watching how Xiao Yu wrote the pen, and when Xiao Yu finished writing, he handed the pen to him: "This is my name, this is Xiao, and this is Yu."

Jun Rong nodded, eager to try.

Xiao Yu handed him the pen: "Try?"

"Ok!"

Jun Rong took the pen and imitated Xiao Yu's posture just now, holding the pen in one hand and holding the sleeve in the other, thinking very well in his mind, but when he wrote, he seemed to be possessed by an earthworm, and the words he wrote were crooked and careless I thought it was a talisman drawn by a celestial master!
Xiao Yu looked at it, looked at it again, turned his head suddenly, couldn't help laughing, although he didn't make a sound, but his shoulders shook, Jun Rong: "..."

He squeezed the pen tightly, a little frustrated: "Why is my writing so ugly while yours is so beautiful?"

Xiao Yu's handwriting is as strong as the back of the paper, with silver hooks painted on iron, with an air of unruliness, confident and domineering.

And Jun Rong's words... forget it, don't say it.

Xiao Yu stood behind Jun Rong, and put one hand on the back of Jun Rong's hand, "Words can't be mastered in a day, you have to accumulate and persevere in order to write well. Besides, your wrist strength is not strong enough, and your mind is not strong enough. You can’t write good characters either, you have to practice slowly, don’t rush, the process of practicing calligraphy may be long and boring, can you bear it?”

Jun Rong thought of the days and nights he spent in the cold palace, and the pain of being manipulated by others, so he said softly, "Yes."

"Okay, come on, you follow me."

Xiao Yu held his hand and wrote "Xiao Yu" again, then felt that it was not enough, and wrote two more words - Junrong.

Jun Rong probably guessed it this time, "Is this my name?"

Xiao Yu: "Well, this is your name. Jun is the surname of the country, and Rong is your name. It is a very good name. I hope that your mind can be as broad as mountains and seas."

Jun Rong read it again in a low voice: "The sea is tolerant to all rivers, and tolerance is great..."

"Write it again."

Xiao Yu held his hand, Jun Rong concentrated, felt Xiao Yu's strength and temperature, his eyes were good at writing, and when Xiao Yu let go of him, he was able to write these four characters independently, although it was still a bit crooked, But at least you can recognize what the word is.

"Not bad, Rongrong is very talented, if you practice hard, you will soon catch up with me."

Xiao Yu was not stingy when he praised others, Jun Rong was thin-skinned, he stopped talking after being teased by her, and practiced calligraphy silently.

Xiao Yu didn't bother him either, and hid aside to read a book by herself.

"dong dong dong"

"My lord, are you in the study? Breakfast has been prepared again. Are you and His Highness eating in the study or in the side hall?"

Lu Zhao called out from outside the door, Xiao Yu belatedly realized that they hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

Seeing that Jun Rong was practicing seriously, she got up and went to open the door, and said to Lu Zhao: "If it's cold, don't bother, and send it to the study."

"Hey, servant girl, go and say something."

"Ah."

After a while, Tsing Yi and Lv Zhao commanded a group of servants to serve the food, then set the table and chopsticks for the two of them, and then stood aside.

Xiao Yu greeted Jun Rong: "Your Highness, it's time to eat."

Jun Rong raised his head, glanced at the dishes on the table, and pressed his stomach.

He was really hungry. With the desire to grow taller, Jun Rong ate a lot of this meal, and he ate a lot of every dish.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu smiled and said: "Eat slowly, be careful not to choke, you can't become a big fat man after eating a meal, don't wait until it's too late."

Jun Rong swallowed the last mouthful of food, picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth, he was full.

Xiao Yu glanced at the dishes on the table, and remembered which one Jun Rong ate more, and asked the kitchen to cook more in the future.

After dinner, Jun Rong nestled in the study to practice calligraphy, Xiao Yu replaced Xiao Quan, and went to the front to watch the spirit.

The next few days were fairly calm, and the two were busy with their own business, only meeting each other when eating and sleeping.

It was another three days, and finally it was the day of the regent's funeral.

Xiao Yu put on sackcloth and filial piety early in the morning, and when she went out, the princess was also uncommon. She was wearing a white dress with no powder and a white flower on her ear.

Zhen Ru just glanced at her and then looked away, her eyes fell on the regent's coffin, showing a bit of nostalgia.

Xiao Yu thought, maybe the concubine really loved the regent, but this love could not be worth the wear and tear of time.

"The time has come, carry the coffin and hit the road!"

The master of ceremonies presided over the funeral at the front, Xiao Yu, as the son-in-law, walked in the front holding the tablet of the regent, the princess supported the coffin on the side, Xiao Quan was on the other side, and the remaining two corners were supported by Xiao Ming and Xiao Qin. The two children were young, so naturally they would not be allowed to contribute, they were just supporting them vainly. The side concubines followed behind and were not qualified to go forward. The sound of the trumpet makes those who hear it cry.

The mighty funeral procession lined up directly from the palace to the city gate, the spirit flags were unfurled, paper money was scattered all over the sky, and the common people hid by the side of the road and dared not speak out.

It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow was all over the ground mixed with the white sackcloth, a numb and dull gray appeared on the people's faces, the atmosphere of the whole team was dignified and solemn, and no children dared to cry wherever they passed.

Xiao Yu lowered her head halfway, seemingly sad, but actually feeling emotional, this generation of heroes has just fallen, the imperial power has changed, and hundreds of officials are vying for supremacy, how can she fight for a chance in this imperial city?
In the eyes of outsiders, she holds an army of [-] in her hand, and her mother's family is Dingguo's mansion, so she can almost cover the sky with one hand, but who knows, what is hidden under the sky is—— infinite murderous intent!
　I haven't asked for tickets for a long time, do you miss me?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)