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"Master Qi, thank you for your trouble. One is enough," Ah Hao quickly refused.

What a joke! If she hadn't raised hedgehogs with His Majesty when they were children and hadn't had a special feeling for hedgehogs, she wouldn't like to raise them.

Qi Yuan has a unique understanding of being rejected.

Ah Hao just doesn’t want the little hedgehog, he didn’t say he doesn’t want any other small animals.

After leaving the palace and on the way back, he specifically instructed his men, "Go to the market tomorrow morning and buy two rabbits. No, one will be enough."

"I want something smaller, one that's easy to keep."

"Yes," the follower tried hard to suppress the smile on his face.

He had long been aware of the master's love for Miss Ahao, but it was a pity that the master had never expressed his feelings.

He was unable to convey the message, so he could only plan secretly in his mind that he must pick out the cutest rabbit at the morning market tomorrow.

"But sir, why did you only buy one rabbit? As the saying goes, two rabbits walk side by side," the attendant asked in confusion.

Qi Yuan rode on a tall horse, looking sideways at the followers behind him, "I told you to study hard, but you are ignorant and have no skills. You only know how to use a few words you learned randomly."

Why not give a pair of rabbits?

Naturally, I should send one first and then the other.

This gives you two opportunities to express your feelings.

However, he would naturally not tell others about this thought.

After Qi Yuan left, Murong Yue would go to sleep after clearing her mind as usual, and if possible, she would have some midnight snack or something.

But today, she called out "Ah Hao".

"That...that..."

She gestured hard.

What was the name of the thing you broke in school today?

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will go and prepare it."

Ah Hao quickly prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

The last time Your Majesty fell ill, you forgot too many things, even common items like pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The scene in the school today where His Majesty broke the writing brush made her so distressed that she almost cried.

But I didn't expect that His Majesty would continue studying at night.

Murong Yue didn't really want to study, after all, it was so comfortable to be lazy and do nothing! But little Shishi wanted to find her mother.

Although zombies have a long lifespan and she can search slowly, her desire to find her mother makes her unable to wait.

"Okay, you teach me."

The little zombie took the initiative to speak, and she was not ashamed about this matter.

Today the old man said that if you know, you know, and if you don’t know, you don’t know. This is a very wise behavior.

I am a very intelligent zombie.

There is no shame in asking Ah Hao for help.

Ah Hao quickly took a step back, "How can a slave teach Your Majesty, you..."

She wanted to go find the Imperial Master, but suddenly remembered that the Imperial Master had made an appointment with Lord Murong to come to the palace tonight.

It would be better not to let more people know that Your Majesty is relearning to write.

The candlelight flickered, the light and shadows were dim, Murong Yue's skin was whiter than snow, as soft and delicate as mutton-fat jade, and her big eyes revealed a stubbornness and innocence that was irresistible.

Ah Hao couldn't resist such a gaze, and finally compromised and said softly, "Your Majesty, I only know the simplest ones."

"Ah."

Murong Yue nodded vigorously.

All she needed now was the simplest things.

Ah Hao supported Murong Yue's arm and placed the white jade brush in her palm, "Your Majesty, this is a brush, hold it like this."

"This is an inkstone. Add a little bit of water and you can grind it to make ink."

"Like this, you can dip the brush into ink and write on paper."

Ah Hao demonstrated it and drew a horizontal line and a vertical line on a piece of white paper.

Murong Yue raised her eyebrows. That’s right!

She can do this.

Brush, inkstone, ink and paper.

Murong Yue repeated this feeding thing in her mind.

He raised his hand and picked up the white jade pen.

This time she was very careful and did not dare to use too much force. The thin pen was more fragile than the enemy's neck, so she had to control the strength carefully.

Despite this, two of the white jade pens broke while moistening the brush.

It was not until she changed to the third white jade brush that she was able to master the strength and technique.

"Your Majesty, please raise your wrist a little higher. This will save you more effort."

Murong Yue slowly and crookedly drew a horizontal line on the paper.

"Your Majesty is amazing!"

Ahao’s main focus is to maximize the emotional value.

Today the old man taught her sixteen words, but she only learned one.

This is a small step for Murong Yue, but a big step for the zombies.

Murong Yue firmly believed that sooner or later, she would learn this complex human language.

The lights in the Hall of Supreme Harmony stayed on until midnight.

And Murong Yue finally learned to write her first character - "天".

The dark yellow sky.

Ah Hao looked at the huge and crooked words on the table and couldn't help but sigh silently. With His Majesty's progress, when will he be able to return to his former state?

It was warm as spring in Xuanji Hall. Li Xuanji and Murong Anle were chatting and making tea around the stove.

After a while, Qi Yuan came.

He also brought the latest decree from His Majesty the Emperor, "Find a way to make the Yue Kingdom delegation spend money."

Hearing this, Murong Anle smiled like a fox and said, "This matter is easy to solve. We just need to go find Li Daoyun from the Ministry of Industry."

"Master Imperial Master, I already have a plan for what you mentioned last time. Master Qi is here too, so why don't we discuss it together?"

Li Xuanji was wearing a moon-blue suit and sitting there like an immortal.

Half of her long silver hair fell behind her like a waterfall, adding a touch of mystery.

After the little servant boy silently filled the tea cups for the three adults, he left quietly, closed the door, and stood guard at the door, not allowing anyone to approach.

As for what the three adults in the hall were plotting, perhaps only they themselves knew.

...

When attending court the next day, Murong Yue, contrary to her usual behavior, looked at the memorials very hard.

Although she only knows one word at present, so what?

She has already started reading the memorial, so if we round it off, doesn't that mean she can understand it?

Murong Yue couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in this regard.

Several ministers in the hall were shocked.

Li Daoyun, the Minister of Works, always felt that writing memorials was a torture.

A few days ago, he suddenly discovered that His Majesty didn't seem to pay much attention to the memorials, so he became more and more unbridled.

Instead of wasting time writing memorials, it is better to devote all your time to the preparations for the Ministry of Industry's Open Day.

Tomorrow is open day.

The memorials written by Li Daoyun in recent days have become more "concise and to the point".

The same was true for Xu Qing, the Minister of Justice. After returning from Suizhou and dealing with Yang Yong's affairs, he submitted a memorial with detailed content and complete records of the process.

However, he hadn't written anything for three whole days!