He has not lived enough

With a long sigh, he turned his gaze to the window at 45 degrees and looked up at the sky, making sure that from Bai Qingyu's perspective, he could see that the original owner's scumbag's handwriting was uglier than his. Zhao Yu was not afraid of cheating. He wrote two words and turned to ask Bai Qingyu :"How about it?"

From Bai Qingyu's point of view, Zhao Yu's writing is no different from the ghost painting talisman. If he had just sneered before, but today Bai Qingyu frowned and looked at it for a long time, and said against his conscience: "It's okay."

It can still be seen that the two big characters of "Zhao Yu" are written crookedly. Bai Qingyu thought of the words written by children before, and now he has improved.

Zhao Yu is very self-aware: "I know that I can't write well, so I am good at drawing."

It was rare for the emperor to have the idea of ​​making progress, and Bai Qingyu encouraged him: "Fortunately, the previous ones are even more difficult to do."

He always spoke coldly, and the original owner might feel that he was mocking him again, but Zhao Yu didn't feel that way at all, so he took it as Bai Qingyu's compliment.

He also didn't forget his purpose, pointing to his ghostly talisman: "I followed the copybook stroke by stroke, how did I write it like this?"

Obviously when he was painting, he copied very well.

Bai Qingyu said: "The talent in learning calligraphy is the first, followed by seeing more, and writing more is second."

Seeing Zhao Yu's confused face, he explained patiently: "That means talent is the first, and we need to watch and practice more."

Zhao Yu said disappointedly: "Then I may not have much talent."

Bai Qingyu thought about it, decided not to tell the truth, and said tactfully: "Calligraphy is just an elegant art. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so there is no need to compare with the master."

"But not only can I not write well, but I can't be the emperor either..." Zhao Yu began to show off her acting skills, showing a dejected look, "If the eldest brother is still here, Bai Xiang will definitely not be as disappointed as he is now."

"Since I sat on this throne, I have been in a daze all day long, and I always felt like fog in my mind and eyes. Until a few days ago, I had a fever and fell asleep. I dreamed of my father and elder brother in a trance. I was very happy, but they just stood there. , don’t talk and ignore me.”

"At that moment, I seemed to wake up suddenly."

As Zhao Yu acted, she became more and more dramatic, sighed and turned her eyes out of the window, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees, making sure that Bai Qingyu's delicate and sad profile could be seen just right from Bai Qingyu's angle.

"Father and eldest brother must be very disappointed in me, I am not worthy of sitting in this supreme position..."

Zhao Yu laughed at herself, and put the pen on the table, "I don't know right from wrong, I treat villains as my relatives, and the nobles of the family are waiting to see my jokes, I know all of this..."

"In the past, I wasn't dissatisfied with Bai Xiang, but because my brother always praised you in front of me when I was young. Can't do well."

Bai Qingyu was still skeptical about why Zhao Yu's attitude suddenly changed, so it was because of this.

After a moment of silence, Bai Qingyu went around behind Zhao Yu, held his hand, and wrote a few big characters.

"Governing a big country is like cooking small fish." Zhao Yu muttered these words.

The characters are like a person, Bai Qingyu's characters are elegant but not reckless, and Zhao Yu's vulgar characters don't know how to praise them. He just thinks that the characters are so beautiful that they are worth a lot of money when they are auctioned in modern times.

"The way of governing the country is like cooking. You can't do it too hastily, and you can't slack off. The same is true for calligraphy."

Bai Qingyu's clear voice came from behind Zhao Yu's ears. He was a head taller than Zhao Yu, and his warm breath just hit Zhao Yu's ears, causing a burst of itching.

Fortunately, he let go quickly, and Zhao Yu scratched his ears uncomfortably, his most ticklish place.

Bai Qingyu didn't miss his small gestures, he pursed his lower lip very quickly, and continued: "Everyone has their own strengths, Your Majesty doesn't need to belittle oneself, all you need to do is be diligent and attentive."

"I will protect you every day. In the world of Dajin, it is not the turn of those who wait for a corpse to eat a vegetarian meal."

Hearing Bai Qingyu say such domineering words in a light and calm tone, Zhao Yu felt that he was really awesome.

Every man has a dream of an emperor who guides the country, and Zhao Yu is no exception.

Although we failed at the start, Zhao Yu firmly believes that with Bai Xiang in hand, I have the world!

Looking at Bai Qingyu with Xingxing eyes, Zhao Yu said seriously: "I knew that Bai Xiang treated me sincerely, and I will work hard in the future, and I will definitely not let Bai Xiang down!"

Zhao Yu's eyelashes were very long, and her pupils were amber-colored lighter than ordinary people's. At this moment, she looked at Bai Qingyu with trusting eyes, making the latter think of the silly civet cat at home for no reason.

If Bai Qingyu heard these words in the past, he must have been very pleased, but today he seems to feel some implication.

Averting his gaze, Bai Qingyu said in a low voice: "Your Majesty's admiral's intentions are good."

He took two steps back to stay away from Zhao Yu before continuing: "Your Majesty is right about one thing. Those ministers have been at ease for too long, so they should have a long memory."

Is this going to deal with King Ning and the others?

Zhao Yu rubbed her little hands excitedly, but Bai Qingyu didn't continue talking, only said that he had to go back to deal with political affairs, and bowed to leave.

Normally, Zhao Yu would have invited Bai Qingyu to a candlelight dinner to enhance their relationship. Today, with the painting here, he just watched Bai Qingyu leave.

As soon as Bai Qingyu left, Zhao Yu quickly took the painting off the easel and hid it away, then slumped on a chair and let Zhang Defu pass on the dinner.

He was really exhausted. He hadn't eaten a good meal all day today, and just now he brought up his acting skills, so he really has no strength.

Moreover, the little emperor's health was really poor, he felt sore all over after painting for a few days, and the coldness that had been dispelled in his body before showed faint signs of a comeback.

Tomorrow he will have to find Lu Yun for a few more health care visits, adjust his condition and strive for 20000 points!

On the second day after Bai Qingyu came, Zhao Yu resumed her daily homework and morning mornings every five days.

Although he still didn't know what to ask, the old scholar Chen who taught him was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but at least the emperor didn't continue to skip class, and gradually he was able to ask some insightful questions, and the old scholar finally didn't get so angry that he resigned.

As for the early court, Zhao Yu sat there with his chin dragging his chin in boredom just like the little emperor before, listening to the ministers talking, and finally said lazily, "It's all up to Baixiang to decide" before slapping his ass and leaving.

Although it seems to outsiders that the emperor is still a waste of time, in private, Zhao Yu spends time practicing calligraphy every day. After copying all 50 copybooks, his calligraphy can barely be used. Buying a skill that can temporarily increase writing talent in the system store is probably enough.

Of course, he didn't forget about Zhao Ke's mission, so he took the time to draw another picture.

This time it is the general intention of male and female sex. Although it is not comparable to the one he drew last time, compared with the stick figure sent by Zhao Ke, it is enough to open Zhao Ke's eyes.

As for the picture of him and Bai Qingyu, Zhao Yu originally wanted to destroy the evidence, but apart from the inappropriate content, the picture was really a rare masterpiece, so he was really reluctant.

After hesitating for a while, he found a box and locked it up firmly, no one would dare to rummage through his things anyway.

Half a month later, just the day before Muxiu, when Zhao Yu was drowsy after lunch, he heard the servant report that Prince Ning's son had come.

Zhao Yu lifted his spirits as soon as he heard it: "Please come in quickly."

Waiting for him to complete the task to send points.

After a while, Zhao Ke came in with a smile on his face and pretended to salute. Zhao Yu glanced at him: "I haven't come for some days, but now I'm getting better, and I know how to salute?"

Zhao Ke giggled: "Siro is blaming me for not coming to see you?" Zhao Yu snorted and said nothing, Zhao Ke accompanied him with a smile and said, "You know, my father's birthday will be in a few days, and I've been playing at home recently." He was very busy with the birthday banquet. "

"I finally got some free time today, so I hurried over here, Shiro pity me, don't be angry with my third brother!"

Zhao Yu thought that King Ning was indeed almost sixty: "Okay, okay, I know you are a busy person."

After a pause, he continued: "The [-]th birthday must not be sloppy. When the time comes, I will personally go over to celebrate Uncle Wang's birthday. It will be very lively. Don't waste that little money."

It would be better if you were exhausted...

Zhao Yu added silently in his heart, he also knew that it was impossible, Ning Wang's family was very rich, and the little emperor had given them good things before.

"Then I have thanked Shiro on behalf of my father..." Zhao Ke waited for him to say something, and quickly responded, "I will definitely handle it well, and I won't lose the face of the royal family."

After talking about the business, Zhao Ke leaned over and asked: "The last time Shiro said that painting, maybe it will open the eyes of the third brother today?"

Zhao Yu squinted at him: "I knew you thought I was fake, but you thought the painting was real."

Zhao Ke stroked his mustache: "If Shiro thinks so, I'll leave. I was thinking of taking you out of the palace to play today..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's eyes lit up: "Then let's hurry up!"

He has been staying in the palace since he crossed over, and hasn't gone out yet.

Zhao Ke calmed down: "The thing about the painting——"

"It's already packed, and I'll see you off when I come." Zhao Yu ordered the servant to go to the study to bring a sandalwood box with a small lock on it.

Zhao Ke said: "Last time I was reluctant to show it to you, but now you give it to me, Shiro, don't you feel bad?"

Zhao Yu didn't care about it: "It's just a painting, how can it compare to the third brother."

Zhao Ke took the painting: "Then third brother, you're welcome!"

He wanted to open it immediately, but Zhao Yu held him down and said, "Third brother, go back and look at it. This beautiful painting is on the side so you can enjoy it carefully."

Zhao Ke smirked: "Siro still understands me."

He casually stuffed the small box into his bosom again, and it was impossible to tell from the outside that there were things inside. Zhao Yu was curious about how many things could be put in his bosom.

After putting away the painting, Zhao Yu was in a hurry to change clothes and go out. Zhao Ke said, "How do you explain to Bai Xiang?"

Zhao Yu deliberately snorted: "What are you doing with him? I've already reached the crown, and I can be in charge after my wedding. Besides, I don't have to go to the school today, and I have a rest tomorrow. It's his turn to play where I go?"

Zhao Ke pretended to persuade: "Let's talk about it, otherwise I will have to be punished after the incident - I dare not mess with that Yama!"

At the end, he sighed again: "It's pity that our royal family has to look at Bai Qingyu's face!"

He also never forgets to put eye drops on Zhao Yu.