The princess who loves to "cry" has candy to eat

Chapter 235 I have the ugliest handwriting

The two had long been used to eating with Bai Ruotong, so they started to eat the sweet porridge.Zhao Cheng swallowed a mouthful of porridge and couldn't help being startled.It looked like it was just a bowl of light porridge, but it was sweet in the mouth, and the heat in the body seemed to be relieved a lot after swallowing it.

The craftsmanship of the future princess is obviously much better than that of the cooks in the mansion.

After lunch, Gu Yixiu leaned on the couch and took a nap.Bai Ruotong was shaking the round fan for him at the side, and the cold wind blown by the ice cube made Gu Yixiu feel comfortable with a smile on his face.

Although Bai Ruotong had never been a mother before, but when Gu Yixiu called her mother, she unconsciously began to take care of him.

Zhao Cheng asked about the time, and walked up to Bai Ruotong with light steps: "Miss Bai, it's time for your highness to study. Could you ask Miss Bai to help wake her up? If the subordinates go down to call, your highness may be in trouble again. "

"It's just that I can't sleep for a stick of incense, why are you getting up so soon?" Bai Ruotong asked in surprise, suppressing his voice.

"This is what His Highness ordered. It is said that His Highness is lazy, and he must not let go of his studies for a moment." Zhao Cheng replied.

"How much does Your Highness read every day?" Bai Ruotong asked.

Zhao Cheng thought for a moment, and said: "Except for the teacher's lectures, I need to study for about three hours a day."

"Devil!" Bai Ruotong couldn't help but increase his voice.In ancient times, one hour was converted to two hours, and Gu Yixiu had to study for six hours a day, so he had no time to play at all.

No wonder Gu Yixiu lost so much weight recently, it turned out that he was destroyed by books.

"Miss Bai, His Highness is doing this for the benefit of His Highness. His Highness is too playful, and he is not as good as Zhang Liang when it comes to studying. Don't you be anxious, Your Highness?"

Zhao Cheng forced a smile and explained.

Pressing his lips together, Bai Ruotong looked at Gu Yixiu who was sleeping soundly.How can it be so easy to be a child of the royal family? If it is a child of a commoner, he may be playing in the mud and catching frogs somewhere now.Touching Gu Yixiu's forehead compassionately, Bai Ruotong gently woke him up.

"Your Highness, it's time to get up."

The eyelashes that looked like cattail fans flicked slightly, and Gu Yixiu opened his sleepy eyes and sat up.Glancing at Zhao Cheng who was standing on the side, he pouted his small mouth and said in frustration: "Mother is here today, does Xiu'er have to study too?"

Bai Ruotong thought he didn't want to force Gu Yixiu, but now that she is not married yet, although Gu Yixiu called her mother, she and Gu Yanqing still had no words at all, how dare she step over and take care of other people's housework.

"Your father is doing this for your own good. Since it is his order, you just do it. Mother will accompany you to finish your homework, how about it?" Bai Ruotong's words were as gentle as honey, and Gu Yixiu blinked and frowned. He nodded obediently.

Bringing Gu Yixiu to his study, Bai Ruotong sat aside and watched him climb up the bench, sit at the table and read and practice calligraphy in a dignified manner.

The movement of him pinching the wolf hair is quite similar to that of Gu Yanqing. Bai Ruotong looked at it, and a question suddenly popped up in his heart: Whose child is Gu Yixiu?

Although it is stated in the novel that he is not Gu Yanqing's own birth, where he comes from is not stated.Gu Yanqing loves an adopted son so much, presumably the relationship between his parents and Gu Yanqing is unusual.

Just as he was thinking, Gu Yixiu suddenly dropped his wolf hair, leaned back and let out a heavy groan.

"Your Highness, what's the matter?"

Bai Ruotong walked with him and asked worriedly.

"No matter how I write, I can't write well. My father said that I am the worst handwriting in the world."

Gu Yixiu said sullenly, his eyes drooping on the table with dim eyes.Bai Ruotong twisted up the rice paper on the table. The characters on the paper were neat and orderly. Although the calligraphy lacked chicness, the strokes were exquisite: "Listen to your father and king's nonsense, your handwriting is much prettier than mine. , your father lied to you."

(End of this chapter)