Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang

Fang Wuyou smiled and said: "Your Highness, the emperor said that when you wake up from your afternoon nap, the emperor will go with you, you are not allowed to go alone."

"Oh!" Xinbao nodded, "Alright then."

She was about to go in, when an official came quickly at the waiting area, smiled and saluted: "Chen Gan Baibi, I pay my respects to Your Highness."

Xinbao nodded his head, with a unique style, "Master Gan."

Gan Baibi smiled and said, "Your Highness is interested in medical books. There is a work on acupuncture and moxibustion in my grandfather's home. I copied a book last night. Your Highness, please correct me."

He took it out of his sleeve and offered it with both hands.

Xinbao didn't know if she could have it, but she still wanted it, so she looked at Fang Wuyou.

For this kind of thing, Fang Wuyou couldn't make up her mind for her, and didn't give her any instructions, so Xinbao reached out and took it: "Thank you!"

Gan Baibi said with a smile on his face: "Don't dare, dare not be your Highness's thank you."

The officials at the waiting area exchanged glances with each other.

Xinbao hangs around in front of the car every day, it's so hot, everyone wants to get up, but now, there are no petty officials here, at least they are fourth-rank officials, so they won't be so restless.

Secondly, Xinbao is really too small.

So if you want to join in, it is risky. If you are not careful, the adults in the family will be unhappy, thinking that you want to fool other people's children, so Gan Baibi is the first to come out, and everyone is waiting to see what happens.

When Emperor Ming Pei came back, he saw Xinbao sitting in front of her small table, holding a pen and writing something, with a pouty face and a very serious expression, although Emperor Ming Pei didn't know that he was approving the memorial What kind of expression did he have when he was playing, but compared to being serious, he should have lost.

Emperor Ming Pei was curious and waved his hand to stop the servant from saluting, just to see when she would see him.

However, the group just didn't see him.

She was engrossed in writing, and from time to time she gave a click, and stretched out her left hand to hold the nib of the pen to help.

From time to time, there is an ah sound, standing up involuntarily, the whole dumpling leans forward, drives the pen tip up, or the whole dumpling leans against the back of the chair...

Those who knew it were writing, but those who didn't know thought it was rowing a boat.

Emperor Ming Pei was so tired of looking at her, and then he quietly walked around behind her to take a look, and saw the words on it: "There is a mistake here, you should not select acupuncture points nearby, you should follow the meridian to select acupuncture points, and go to the sun Small Intestine Meridian..."

I made a mistake somewhere, and I should also make a mistake, so let’s not talk about the words that are blurred together...

One character is as big as a walnut, twisted and crooked, thirty or forty characters are written on a piece of paper, blew it, put it in the book, and then changed it, a thin booklet, hold it and hold it , like rotten pancakes.

Emperor Ming Pei couldn't bear to stare at him, and heaved a long sigh.

Xinbao was taken aback, Xiaopang's hands trembled, and he said, "Yeah! Why didn't you call Xinbao, and Xinbao lost a copy of it."

If you don’t write crap…it’s quite crap! !

Emperor Ming Pei sighed again, and couldn't bear to hit his granddaughter, so he asked someone to wash her hands.

Xinbao was not happy: "Don't worry, Xinbao will finish writing it soon, and you can return it to Mr. Gan when you finish writing it."

When Emperor Ming Pei heard this, he went straight to his hands, forcibly picked up his granddaughter, grabbed her little arm and asked someone to come and wash it, while seriously thinking about what to say.

Then Emperor Ming Pei said: "Xin Bao'er, the Gan Yu who gave you the book, when he was young, he was known as the Immortal in Painting, not only his appearance is outstanding, but he is also a master of calligraphy and painting..."

Tuanzi was really interested. Turning his head to listen, Emperor Mingpei changed the subject: "This kind of person is good at calligraphy, so he looks down on people who are not good at calligraphy. He doesn't care if Xinbaoer is only four years old. It doesn't matter if Xinbao'er is a beginner, he will laugh secretly if he only sees that the writing is not good, so Xinbao doesn't need to worry about him."

Tuanzi was stunned: "But, but knowledge is priceless!"

Emperor Ming Pei said: "Well, what Xin Baoer said is right, so I will call someone in this afternoon and write it again..."

Tuanzi shook her head, Emperor Ming Pei was about to persuade her again, but she said: "Didn't we agree to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the afternoon?"

Emperor Ming Pei nodded: "Okay, then go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

He saw that the sleeves of the dumpling were full of ink, so he asked someone to carry them down to change them, and said: "I will ask someone to write a copybook for you later, you can practice slowly, don't rush for success, practice calligraphy is a long-term practice. Hard work, no shortcuts."

Tuanzi said: "Xinbao can let Brother Xiaoxian write it."

"His handwriting is not good," Emperor Ming Pei said: "His handwriting is steep and strange. Although he has a strong character, it is not suitable for a girl's family to learn. Wait for me to find a gentle person to write it."

He thought for a while: "It's not that Xinbao likes Mr. Li, I asked him to write it."

Tuanzi nodded: "Oh."

Emperor Ming Pei thought about it again: "If you think about it carefully, Li Tingfang's handwriting is also average, smooth and stable, without any character; but Xu Shenxiu's handwriting is very good, but... it seems a bit thick and graceful, and Meng Kaicheng's handwriting is not satisfactory, but it is a bit too much. Elegant..."

He talked back and forth about a dozen people, all of whom had problems, and asked, "What does Xinbao like?"

Tuanzi is a complete amateur to calligraphy: "Is it good-looking?"

While Fang Wuyou brought the little eunuchs to serve the dishes, he glanced at the ghostly symbols on the table.

On the one hand, the emperor disliked his granddaughter's sharp eyes, but on the other hand, he felt that no one was worthy to teach his granddaughter... It was also very incomprehensible.

Then Emperor Ming Pei considered the time for the whole meal, and finally decided, "I will pick a few more, let them all write a copybook, and then you pick the one that is pleasing to the eye."

Anyway, what Tuanzi said doesn't count, just nodded: "Oh!!"

So Emperor Ming Pei sent someone down to deliver the order.

The officials who received the order were quite happy when they heard it at first, but when they inquired... the emperor found a dozen people.

Moreover, the emperor of the Hanlin Academy may not have any impression, and he directly asked everyone who is good at calligraphy to write one. In a place like the Imperial Academy, there are all talented people from all over the world gathered here. Even if they are not good at it, it is only relatively speaking... Besides, what if? ? Naturally, everyone wrote it.

Xinbao was thinking about the Hall of Mental Cultivation, woke up a quarter of an hour earlier, got dressed, and ran out to watch over and over again.

In a place like the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the maids and eunuchs are well-trained, and they walk silently. Emperor Mingpei still sees people here, so he just listens to the noise outside... run over and stand at the door. After a while, he ran back again.

After a while, ran over again... da da da da ran back.

Emperor Ming Pei was annoyed by her, so he didn't discuss it at all, and told people to leave, and then he hugged the dumpling and drove to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

As he walked forward, Xinbao felt an indescribable feeling, and his little face was wrinkled together.

When the door was opened, the screen retreated, Xinbao got off the ground, and walked in slowly.

She felt that scene again... It was the scene she felt when she first met Emperor Ming Pei.

She turned her head subconsciously to "look" at Emperor Ming Pei who was striding forward in armor, but saw Yeye behind him.

Xinbao ran back and grabbed his hand.

Emperor Ming Pei had expected it a long time ago, without saying much, he held his granddaughter's little hand, and was about to ask whether he wanted to go back, but Tuanzi pulled him and walked inside again.

Walking all the way to the I-shaped corridor at the back of the main hall, Xinbao suddenly became inexplicably nervous.

She subconsciously clenched her hands tightly, but she had already forgotten what she was holding.

The more she walked forward, the tighter her whole body became, until she entered the apse... Suddenly, a chuckle rang out in her ear.