It's all the fault of being too handsome [Quick Transmigration]

to study,

After Shao Fu taught the class, he left with the book in his arms.

"Jinyu, let's go." The prince left the desk, and he said to Jinyu who was still sitting next to him.

Jinyu tidied up the things on the table, but declined the crown prince politely: "Your Highness, I still have something to do, you can go first."

After Jinyu finished speaking, she left the desk and walked towards the small figure at the back of the room.

The prince stood there and looked at it for a few moments, then pouted, and left alone.

When Jinyu walked to Zhao Rui's seat, Zhao Rui was still practicing calligraphy without distraction.

He looked at the handwriting on the paper. Compared with yesterday, it looked much better.

"Your Highness has improved so fast." Jinyu couldn't help but praise.

Zhao Rui wrote the last word slowly, put down the brush, and started to pack his things.

Jinyu also helped a few people nearby, and it was quickly cleaned up.

Zhao Rui seemed to have returned to that taciturn look, never saying a word.

After everything was put into the box, when Zhao Rui was about to hug it, Jin Yu had already taken it away first.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhao Rui glanced at Jinyu, didn't say anything, and just left.

Carrying the box, Jinyu leisurely followed behind Zhao Rui, and went to Zhao Rui's palace together.

The fourth prince stared fiercely at Zhao Rui's back, he was still brooding over the previous incident.

His gaze turned to Jinyu: "Sycophant."

Saying such disgusting words, when looking at Zhao Rui, there was some envy and jealousy in his eyes.

As Prince Kang's heir and the prince's companion, Jinyu's status is actually very special, and it's not something a prince who is not very favored like the fourth prince can offend at will.

Jinyu's popularity among the princes has always been very high. The princes all like to play with Jinyu, because Jinyu is so gentle, understands a lot, and never treats them differently. He is very kind to everyone and willing to play with them. Helping everyone has been praised by the emperor many times.

Moreover, Jinyu is really good-looking, especially when he smiles, which makes people want to get close to him unconsciously.

Children always like beautiful things, and Jinyu is the most beautiful in their eyes, and they want to compete for his attention.

Everyone is very envious of having Jinyu as the accompanying prince, because the relationship between them is the closest, and they often act together.

The fourth prince also wanted to surround Jinyu and have fun together like other little princes.

However, his mother and concubine explicitly forbade him to get close to anyone related to the prince, so he could only watch helplessly every time, and gradually began to pretend to hate Jinyu in order to seek Jinyu's attention.

Seeing Zhao Rui who just arrived this time, he became acquainted with Jinyu immediately, and even made Jinyu refuse to go with the prince, but stayed with him, the fourth prince couldn't help being jealous.

Why is that guy, just the son of an abandoned concubine in the cold palace, a wild boy who grew up in the cold palace.

Su Han has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and at such a young age, he already has quite a lot of internal strength. Jinyu is still as light as a swallow while carrying two boxes, very relaxed.

Entering the Deqing Hall where Zhao Rui was, Jin Yu frowned.

The entire hall was empty, and there was not even a servant serving it.

Zhao Rui stepped into the study, and Jin Yu could only follow.

There is no charcoal fire in the hall. Although it is warmer than outside, it is limited.

As soon as Jinyu put down the box, she saw Zhao Rui pouring some water from the teapot into the cup and holding it to drink.

Since entering the Deqing Hall, Jinyu's frowning brows have not been loosened. Seeing Zhao Rui's movements, Jinyu reached out and snatched the cup from him.

Zhao Rui stared at the empty hand, stunned for a moment, his black eyes moved to Jinyu, a little confused.

Jinyu held the cup and touched the wall, it was really cold.

Jinyu held the cup for a while before handing it to Zhao Rui.

"Be careful of the heat."

Zhao Rui took it, and found that the tea was really hot, and when the lid of the cup was opened, it was steaming hot.

He stared blankly at the mist for a few seconds, holding the cup in his little hand, feeling that warm feeling again.

"I used my internal energy to warm up the water, and now I can drink it," Jinyu smiled with bent eyes, "Drinking cold water is too harmful to the body in such a cold day."

Jinyu didn't complain about why there was no one to serve, to hurt Zhao Rui's heart, but cared about him with practical actions.

Zhao Rui blinked, and the eyelashes were still stained with a little mist. He blew on it, picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm tea flowed down his throat and went straight to the bottom of his heart. The warmth dispelled the cold all over his body.

While Zhao Rui was sipping tea, Jinyu looked around the entire study room, which was well-decorated, but Jinyu quickly saw the plush cloak hanging, which was the one he gave to Zhao Rui.

Jinyu walked over and hugged the cloak.

In the past few days, Zhao Rui has been wearing newly made padded jackets. Rufei has done her best to save face. Is she abusing the sixth prince?

However, although the padded jacket is warm, it is also in a place like the upper study where the ground is burned. Now that I have returned to my palace, there is no charcoal fire. If I wear only this, I will definitely not be able to bear the cold.

Jinyu himself wore a plush cloak, he took it off when he went to the study, and put it on again when he went out of the study.

Although he has internal strength to protect himself, Jinyu naturally has to bear the princess's maternal love.

But Zhao Rui hasn't put on a cloak these two days. Although his palace is not very far from the study room, it's rare to see such thinness.

Which prince is not wrapped in a thick cloak to shield him from the wind and snow.

Jinyu directly wrapped the cloak around Zhao Rui. Zhao Rui was still holding the teacup in his hand, and suddenly surrounded by warmth, he looked at Jinyu.

"Why don't you put it on? I'll give it to you for use. No matter how good it is, if you don't use it, it's just a piece of waste." Jinyu taught the sixth prince seriously.

"Your Highness is a daughter of gold, what should I do if I'm sick?" After confirming that the sixth prince was completely wrapped in the cloak, Jinyu let go of his hand.

"Okay, Your Highness, rest for a while, let's practice calligraphy," Jinyu looked at Zhao Rui's paralyzed face, and deliberately threatened, "I'm very strict."

Zhao Rui drank tea unhurriedly, wondering if he had listened to Jinyu's words.

Jinyu took this time to take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the box, set them up, grind the ink, and prepare.

Pick up the brush and write Zhao Rui's name on the blank paper. When it is dry, Zhao Rui can copy it as a copybook.

Zhao Rui had put down his teacup at some point and looked at Jinyu intently.

After Jinyu finished writing, she looked up and met Zhao Rui's dark eyes.

He smiled and waved: "Your Highness, come here."

Zhao Rui walked over obediently, and took the brush from Jinyu.

Jinyu took Zhao Rui's hand again and led him to write each stroke.

As soon as he wrote a few sheets of paper, Zhao Rui was always focused, remembering this strange feeling.

When Jinyu let go, Zhao Rui continued to practice according to his feeling. While practicing, he looked at the words Jinyu had written before, and compared the two to see what problems he had written.

In this way, I practiced for a long time.

"Okay, let's rest for a while." Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Rui would keep practicing, so he could only force him to stop.

"Practicing handwriting should also pay attention to the combination of work and rest. If handwriting is useless and you can't hold a pen well, how can you practice calligraphy?"

Zhao Rui still didn't care, and didn't stop at all.

Jin Yu frowned, and directly took away the pen from Zhao Rui's hand.

"Since Your Highness asked me to teach you how to practice calligraphy, you must obey me." Putting down the brush, Jinyu pulled the stubborn and stubborn child away from the desk.

Sitting on the soft cushion, Jin Yu squeezed the child into her arms with all her strength, and hugged him tightly so that he couldn't break free.

Zhao Rui frowned on his paralyzed little face. The boy's behavior always made him unpredictable, so that when facing the boy, he was often on the passive side.

Jinyu didn't care how the child would slander him at this time, and what he was thinking in his heart, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Rui's hand practicing calligraphy.

Pull off the heavy clothes and prepare to rub them for the children to relieve fatigue.

Zhao Rui twitched his hands vigorously, showing an uncooperative gesture, but Jinyu's opponents with his small arms and legs were easily suppressed by Jinyu, and he brushed up the sleeves on his arms.

As a result, Jinyu saw an unexpected scene. Zhao Rui's entire arm was abnormally swollen, especially the wrist. Jinyu couldn't believe that it was this arm that practiced so many words as if nothing had happened. , It would not be easy for someone else to raise their arms.

This is the extent of paranoia, it is really cruel.

"Your Highness, are you just so disrespectful to your body?" Jin Yu was really angry now, and her gentle voice sank at any time, which was surprisingly intimidating.

He pinched Zhao Rui's wrist, originally wanting to impress the child, but he didn't expect that Zhao Rui didn't even frown, but Jinyu couldn't help but let go, and channeled his inner strength distressedly, Help him promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

"Your Highness is not practicing calligraphy here, it's completely self-harm." Jinyu helped Zhao Rui squeeze his arm, and at the same time could not forget to mutter.

Zhao Rui lowered his eyes: "I'm already eight years old, but I can't even write."

When he was in the study room, what the little prince said did not leave traces in Zhao Rui's heart, but under his paralyzed expression that didn't care about anything, his extremely sensitive heart was hidden.

"It's not your highness's fault. Your highness just started to learn. You're already learning quickly. Don't be so anxious." Jinyu comforted, and pretended to lean into Zhao Rui's ear, whispering, "I will teach your highness in the future. , to ensure that His Highness learns quickly and well."

These words seemed extraordinarily arrogant and conceited, but when Jinyu said them, there was an inexplicably extra sense of trust in them.

Zhao Rui looked up at Jinyu: "You said it."

Jinyu blinked playfully, and said with a smile, "Well, I said so."

"However, His Highness's physical condition means that he can't use his right arm too much these days, you understand?"

Now Zhao Rui finally nodded obediently.

Nestled in the warm embrace, warm currents came from the arms, and the sore and painful arms were relieved a lot. Zhao Rui drooped his eyelids twice, and finally couldn't resist the sleepy bug, and fell into a deep sleep with steady breathing.

Jinyu pressed the child's internal force to guide the arm for a long time, and when he felt that it was almost done, he put down the child's sleeve, and then wrapped the child's arm with the cloak.

He took out the ointment jar that he had prepared a long time ago from his sleeve, held the little hand that was swollen into a bun, and carefully rubbed the ointment on the frostbite.

Lie on the soft bed with the child in her arms for a while, seeing the sky darken, Jinyu slowly got up, picked up the child, put him on the bed in the study room, covered him with the quilt, and only exposed his small head .

People in the royal family are not bad in appearance, Zhao Rui is also Yuxue cute, but the skin is yellow due to malnutrition, and there is no flesh on the cheeks. It has only been raised for a few days, and the meat has not yet grown up. It looks like a little girl. poor boy.

The 'poor little boy' who killed his mother and concubine, Jinyu smiled and pinched the little face of the child.

"It's much cuter when you're asleep, why do you like to keep a straight face so much?" After thinking for a while, Jinyu changed her tune, "Well, it's still cuter when you smile."

"Be obedient, don't use your right hand to practice calligraphy, otherwise I won't teach you, and you will do what you say."

Jinyu finally got up and left, closing the door for the child, let him have a good rest.

Not long after Jinyu left, the child on the bed opened his eyes.

The warm breath gradually disappeared, and he was the only one left in this cold and lonely place.

I got out of bed and wrapped the fluffy cloak tightly, and there was still a youthful breath on it, a warm and pleasant smell, like the sun.

Walking to the desk, just as he picked up the brush, Zhao Rui's voice sounded in his mind.

He hesitated for a while, but instead of continuing to practice calligraphy with his right hand, he held the brush with his left hand and began to write.