[Rebirth] The little mute of the prince's family

"Go to sleep."

Wang An's tone was rare with a touch of indulgence, and Yun Le was a little flattered.

Few people treat him well, so he always remembers those people's kindness, and often forgets that they have treated him wrongly from time to time.

Obviously the leg was broken because of King An, but King An invited an imperial doctor to heal his leg, so he forgave him.

Obviously Wang An didn't want him anymore, but he wanted to come back eagerly. He was grateful for treating him a little better.

Huddled in King An's arms, hugged tightly by his powerful arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, Yun Le just felt at ease.

He may be hopeless!

After a few more days, Yun Le's complexion obviously improved a lot.

These days, Wang An would share the bed with him every night, and he could fall asleep quickly in Wang An's arms every day even though he often couldn't sleep at night.

The current King An is more and more like the King An in his dream, with the same gentleness and elegance, Yun Le sometimes can't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

The Xiaoxiao autumn wind blew for several days in a row, and the fallen leaves were blown all over the ground, dying, but they were more pitiful than the delicate and beautiful flowers in spring.

It was a rare sunny day today, Yunle and Zisu were sitting in the yard chatting.

"My lord, the prince is really nervous about you now! He stays with you every day."

Zi Su's tone was full of joy, his poor young master finally made it through.

"This is the prince's courtyard."

Yun Le used her finger as a pen, dipped in the unfinished tea in the cup, and left a row of faint handwriting on the round stone table.

"That's not because the prince cared about the young master, so he let the young master live in his yard. This is a treatment that even the princess does not have!"

After hearing this, Yunle couldn't help but feel happy.

He doesn't care about fame or status, what he cares about is that the prince can treat him sincerely.

It would be great if the relationship between the prince and him can always be like this.

"Young Master, Young Master, the teacher is here!" Ah Fu ran over impatiently, shouting loudly, followed by a panting scholar.

The scholar was dressed in a green shirt, with delicate features and delicate features, and the bun on his head was combed meticulously.

Zisu took a few glances, turned to Ah Fu, and asked the doubts in her heart: "The prince has no heirs, what should I ask the teacher to do?"

"Mister is here to teach the young master." Ah Fu replied truthfully.

"Ah?" Zisu looked at Young Master in surprise, and then at Bai~Wan Xiao! Said Sheng, "Young Master can read!"

That gentleman has a strong book breath, and when he looks at people, there is a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, giving people a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.

My husband is still holding a copy of the Three-Character Classic with white characters on a blue background, but Yunle can become silent at the age of nine, so why do I have to learn it again?

Could it be that the prince thinks that he has too little ink in his stomach and dislikes how little he has read?

"Xiaosheng's name is Ye Xu, and he is the gentleman who came to teach the young master how to speak."

In the past, Zisu would have been surprised when he heard this, but since he heard the young master call "Prince" a few times, she knew that it is possible for the young master to learn to speak.

Zisu politely beckoned her husband to sit down on the stone bench she had been sitting on, got up and made a pot of tea for them, and brought some snacks over.

Yun Le was a little afraid to look at Mr. He knew that it was difficult for him to learn to speak. It was not that his grandfather had taught him before, but he just couldn't learn it!

Mr. put the Three Character Classic on the stone table, looked at Yunle, smiled gently, "Have you read the Three Character Classic, my lord?"

Yun Le glanced at the books on the table and nodded slightly.

"Young master, please follow the little man to read, at the beginning of a man..."

Yun Le stretched out her slender fingers to dip some water, and wrote three words on the round table.

"Young Master, it's not dictation, it's reading, follow me. Young Master, watch my mouth shape and imitate, try to make a sound. Read with me, the beginning of a person."

After Yun Le said "ahhh" three times, she lowered her head a little ashamedly.

The gentleman is not in a hurry, he said in a persuasive manner: "My lord, let's take our time and read '人' after me."

"Yeah." Yun Le has tried very hard to imitate the mouth shape of the husband, but it is still difficult for others to distinguish what he said.

Ye Xu was quite patient at first, but after a day, he couldn't see any results, so he was a little frustrated.

Although the young master studied very seriously, what he said was either "hmmmmmmm" or "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" then it's hard for ordinary people to understand what he said.

This is obviously no different from the mute in the alley next door he has seen, the only difference may be that the young master can write.

For three consecutive days, Ye Xu came to teach the young master how to speak every afternoon, but the result was the same as the first day.

Later, Ye Xu simply borrowed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Prince An's Mansion to make friends with him, and practiced calligraphy with the young master.

Calligraphy is what Yunle is good at.

When writing, Yun Le obviously lost the inferiority complex and self-pity and anxiety she had before.

I saw him holding a wide and wide sleeve in one hand, and holding a wolf hair in the other. In the flowing clouds and flowing water, a few lines of elegant and elegant lowercase letters jumped out on the paper, all in one go.

Words are like a person, and Yunle's pen and ink are as soft and pure as him.

Ye Xu originally thought that this handsome young man could only write simple words, but he never expected that he could write so well.

"Young master's handwriting is really good! It floats like clouds, and it looks like a dragon." Ye Xu couldn't help but exclaimed.

Then it was Ye Xu's turn.Ye Xu's handwriting is not in the same style as Yun Le's at all, and the pen goes through the back of the paper, majestic and majestic.

The two of them admired each other's masterpieces, smiled at each other, and their eyes showed approval.

Although the master's handwriting is good, it is still not as good as the prince's. It would be great if the prince could accompany him to write.

In the past few days, the prince came back every day after nightfall, and fell asleep as soon as he came back.

When he woke up in the morning, most of the time he couldn't see the prince.

Before Yunle had time to lose, she waited for the prince's anger.

Wang An is busy these days and doesn't have much free time to accompany Yunle, so he asked Ah Fu to find a husband for Yunle.

Today I just finished my work at hand, so I want to go back to Tingfengge to see how Yunle is doing with her husband in learning how to speak.

However, the picture he entered made him feel unhappy, and even a little uncontrollable irritable.

Yun Le smiled at others again, with a light smile, dimples, like peach blossoms in full bloom.

It's nothing more than a smile.

However, Yun Le never laughed heartily at him.

Wang An suddenly felt lost, and there was an urge to lock Yunle up in his heart, so that Yunle only looked at him and smiled at him.

Wang An walked over and picked up Yunle, then led him directly from the yard into the room.Ye Xu was left there in a daze, unable to understand the situation.