Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

As the days passed, Yajiu's health finally improved a lot.

It seems like a long time has passed, but in reality, it has only been a little over two months.

Although he has never left the palace, thanks to Liu Chengze, the entire Wanling City now knows that the arrogant and domineering prince has someone in the palace, and has done fewer bad things recently.

After recovering from his illness, Yajiu officially became Jinchen's personal bodyguard, even though he often wondered if his master only understood the word "personal", otherwise he would have to hug him when he was reviewing his lessons.

Such as now.

"Master, I really don't know how to grind ink..."

Yajiu could try his best to do anything else, but he had never done anything related to homework, so he would inevitably show his weakness if he did it.

Jin Chen threw away his brush and said, "You are so stupid, Yajiu, you can't learn if you don't know how to do it."

By the time Yajiu came to his senses, his master had hugged his waist again and half-sat on his lap.

"Other people's families have beautiful women to accompany them when they study, why can't I have that?"

Jinchen leaned sullenly on Yajiu's back, and heat was rising from the side of Yajiu's neck when he spoke.

Yajiu tilted his head subconsciously, hesitated for a moment, and answered with all his heart, "But my Lord, it is not something that a guard should do for other people's wives."

He didn't quite understand the rules of the palace, but he was clear about the hierarchy of status.

"Humph, this prince doesn't like those mediocre women."

As he spoke, a hand appeared on the boy's pretty face, but Yajiu didn't dare to move at all... Of course, he didn't really want to.

He always had some selfish motives. Ever since he opened his eyes and saw his master that day, Yajiu didn't know why, but he couldn't help but want to stay by his side.

"It just so happens that the old teacher is not here to give lectures today," Jin Chen glanced out of the window. There were only sparse shadows of flowers, and the old teacher who always wandered in the corridor was nowhere to be seen.

"Let me teach you how to grind ink."

Jinchen did what he said. He took Yajiu's hand and walked to the gold-lacquered mahogany desk. Jinchen stood behind Yajiu and put his arms around his shoulders.

"First, use this long-handled ladle to scoop out some water. You don't need to use too much. Half a ladle is enough."

Yajiu did as he was told, his face tense and serious, he raised his wrist to scoop up some water and placed it in the center of the Qinglangxuan inkstone under his eyebrows.

"Then hold the ink stick in your hand and touch the inkstone vertically." Jinchen held the back of his hand and pushed and pulled it vertically back and forth.

I don't know if teaching how to grind ink requires one to be so close.

His mind seemed to be split into two: one half wanted to concentrate on learning how to grind ink so that he could share his master's worries in the future; the other half could not ignore the scorching temperature on his back, which made him miss it even more in this bleak late autumn.

Suddenly, Jinchen pinched her earlobe, and a playful voice sounded behind her head, "Why are you still distracted? What are you thinking about?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Yajiu quickly came back to his senses and lowered his eyes to hide his complicated and unspeakable thoughts.

Fortunately, he was very intelligent and had mastered the skill of using hidden weapons. Jinchen only needed to demonstrate with his hands and he had already mastered most of it.

"Master, I have learned it."

"Can you write?" "...No, I haven't learned it."

Jinchen finally let go of the boy he had just held in his arms, picked up a brush again, dipped it in ink and started painting.

The ink was rich, and the rice paper was soaked with color. In the blink of an eye, two big characters were completed.

Although Yajiu could not write, he had seen the handwriting of many people he was going to kill. In his opinion, the handwriting of those people combined was not as good as that of his master.

"It's really beautiful." Yajiu said in a low voice.

"Crow long."

Jinchen moved the paperweight away and smoothed out the wrinkles. "This is your name."

"……my name."

Yajiu stared at the two big words and felt very happy.

He couldn't describe what this feeling was, he just felt his heart was filled, as if all the years before were false, and only the present days were real.

"Master," Yajiu gently pulled up Jinchen's sleeves and looked up at him, "Can you give it to me?"

"If you want it, just take it."

Jin Chen couldn't resist the boy's wet eyes at all. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his head and said, "When I have nothing to do in the future, I will teach you to read and write."

This was a great honor, Yajiu knew it, and he felt warm in his chest, so he nodded obediently.

After Jinchen was called away by King Han to talk, Yajiu quietly took the calligraphy back to Xian Xiating's side yard and placed it in the innermost bedroom.

In this way, it will accompany you day and night, and when the first ray of morning light illuminates half the room, it will fall on this word.

There is also the master's seal, which is nice to look at.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 23! 】

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It's another sunny day.

It is rare to see such good weather in autumn. Even the fallen leaves on the summer beach do not look bleak.

Jinchen also changed his lazy attitude of the past few days due to the continuous rain and sat in the yard, making tea and reading, feeling very comfortable.

Of course, with Yajiu practicing sword on the side, Jinchen looked up to admire him from time to time, and the book in his hand had not been turned for half an hour.

"Xiaojiu, come here."

This is the new name Jinchen gave to Yajiu. As for the reason, Yajiu didn't dare to ask. It was just a name, and the master could call him whatever he wanted.

Besides... Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, it sounds quite intimate, and Yajiu was happy in his heart.

Yajiu put away his sword and put it behind his back. He walked to Jinchen and knelt on one knee. "Master, what do you want?"

He leaned very close, which was also Jinchen's request, so close that he only needed to lower his head slightly to fall on Jinchen's knees.

At this distance, when you look up, you will see the most gentle eyes.

"You've been practicing swordplay for a long time without taking a break. I feel tired just watching you."

Jinchen fed him a piece of cake, and just as he took his hand back, Yajiu had already wiped the crumbs off his fingertips with a handkerchief, his words were still a little slurred.

"It's only been an hour, the master must be tired."

"Not bad." Jinchen pinched his face. He had been in better shape in recent days. He was no longer as skinny as before, and his face felt much better.

"Brother Chen——"

Liu Chengze was holding a parrot in his left hand and a pet snake in his right hand, and he ran in with a messy pace.

What a pity that she was wearing a long pink robe, which made her look really stupid and eye-catching.

Jinchen couldn't help but lean back and accept the visual attack.

Xu Huaiyu also came along, and deliberately kept a distance from Liu Chengze, fearing that others would find out that they were good friends.

"Cousin." Xu Huaiyu bowed, looked at Yajiu with a smile, and then sat down.

Jinchen patted Yajiu's shoulder and motioned him to stand up. "Why, have you found something interesting that's worth you two coming together?"

Liu Chengze was a man who could not keep secrets. As soon as he sat down, he shouted loudly, "Wow, there are so many new things. The most interesting one is the newly opened Zuimenglou in Yanliuxiang!"

Jinchen also exclaimed, and then patted Liu Chengze on the head with Yushan, "I'm not going to a brothel!"

He is so careless! The future young master of his palace is right beside him!