After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Wen Zhimiao was not fully awake at first and was led out by Wen Jiuzhao.

Seeing Shi Wanyue at this moment, he suddenly became energetic.

In fact, whether it is Wen Jiuzhao, He Yuanyao or Qi Linglang, they are all very good-looking, but only Shi Wanyue has caught the heart of Wen Zhimiao.

Wen Jiuzhao had an air of being cold despite his young age, He Yuanyao seemed as cheerful as Wen Zhimiao himself, and Qi Linglang was too shy.

Shi Wanyue is gentle and pretty, neither cold nor overly enthusiastic.

Although they are still children, their personalities are very distinct.

Wen Jiuzhao held Wen Zhimiao's hand, and the maid followed Wen Zhimiao closely, fearing that she would fall.

"Miao Miao, these are the study companions sent by the Queen." Wen Jiuzhao explained to Wen Zhimiao.

The palace servant who led the way also bowed his head and introduced them one by one.

Wen Zhimiao looked at them happily and nodded with satisfaction: "Beautiful, I like it."

She looked up at Wen Jiuzhao, who smiled helplessly, "A study companion is someone who will accompany Miaomiao to study."

Wen Zhimiao quickly shook his head: "No."

He Yuanyao couldn't help but laugh first.

She walked up to Wen Zhimiao and held out her hand generously: "Your Highness, my name is He Yuanyao."

She comes from a family of military commanders and has a lively personality.

Wen Zhimiao also stretched out her little hand: "Sister Yaoyao, OK."

Seeing this, Shi Wanyue also walked over and bowed to Wen Zhimiao like a little adult: "Your Highness, I am Shi Wanyue."

[Too serious, not good.]

Wen Zhimiao ran up to her and threw herself into Shi Wanyue's arms without any reserve.

She raised her head with a smile on her face and took the initiative to give her name: "Sister~Miaomiao..."

When she threw herself into his arms, Shi Wanyue held her carefully.

She was not very old, and it looked a bit strenuous for her to hold Wen Zhimiao like this.

After Wen Zhimiao reported her name, Shi Wanyue looked at Wen Zhimiao's pretty face and laughed first.

Then, a look of confusion appeared on his young face. He hesitated for a long time before asking, "Your Highness, are you saying that your name is Miaomiao?"

Wen Zhimiao nodded: "Yeah~"

The little guy tilted his head slightly, looked at the girl in front of him who was slightly taller than him, and stretched out the ending of his words, looking extremely cute.

Seeing that her two companions had introduced themselves, Qi Linglang shyly stepped forward and whispered, "Your Highness, I... my name is Linglang."

These two words were somewhat difficult for Wen Zhimiao, as she really couldn't understand how to pronounce them all at once.

"Lingling~" Wen Zhimiao hugged Shi Wanyue and turned to look at Qi Linglang, calling her with a smile.

Wen Jiuzhao, on the other hand, was in the distance, with a stern face all the time, glancing at Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue from time to time.

When Yun Zhou came over, Wen Zhimiao and her little sisters were already playing.

She is very happy now. Yun Zhou was worried at first that she might not be able to adapt, but the reality is that some people adapt very quickly.

Wen Jiuzhao, on the other hand, was not quite used to it.

She sat on the corridor, watching Wen Zhimiao and others playing.

Looks a little lonely.

The temperature suddenly dropped last night and snowflakes are already falling from the sky.

He Yuanyao was playing games with Wen Zhimiao and others, and no one knew where she learned it from.

Wen Zhimiao seemed to be still listening carefully to the rules of the game.

Yun Zhou originally wanted to ask Wen Jiuzhao why he didn't go over and play with other people.

As a result, just as he raised his leg to walk over, he saw Wen Zhimiao staggering to Wen Jiuzhao again.

"Let's play together." Wen Zhimiao lay on Wen Jiuzhao's knees, looking at Wen Jiuzhao eagerly.

Wen Jiuzhao looked down at Wen Zhimiao, then looked up at Yun Zhou.

Yun Zhou smiled at her, gently and encouragingly.

Wen Jiuzhao lowered his head and smiled at Wen Zhimiao: "Okay."

Wen Zhimiao threw herself into Yun Zhou's arms again.

Yun Zhou squatted down and hugged her: "Tsk, you're quite happy."

Wen Zhimiao raised his head proudly: "Are you envious?"

"It's... no use."

Yun Zhou flicked her forehead gently: "Just be arrogant, why are you in such a hurry? You have to study anyway, don't let me get you into trouble."

Wen Zhimiao was so angry that he grabbed her hand and bit it.

Although not too hard.

Yun Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you born in the year of the dog?"

"Humph."

"Take good care of Jiuzhao and the others." Yun Zhou instructed Wen Zhimiao.

Wen Zhimiao sighed: "Don't worry, leave it to me."

She patted her chest and said in a heroic and proud voice: "King of Children."

Yun Zhou raised his lips slightly: "Come on, I know you are the king of children."

"Don't play outside for too long. It's easy to catch a cold if you sweat. And it's not easy to recover from a cold in this world. Do you hear me?" Yun Zhou couldn't help but nag a few words.

Wen Zhimiao nodded obediently, and then said seriously: "Old lady."

Yun Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Believe it or not, I will throw you out."

Wen Zhimiao made a face at her, turned around and was about to run.

As a result, because he was too small, he fell on the spot.

Yun Zhou squatted beside her helplessly and handed her his hand: "Get up by yourself."

"Oh." Wen Zhimiao was embarrassed and said nothing. He obediently climbed up with the help of Yun Zhou's hand.

Yun Zhou smiled and said to her, "Even if you want to insult me, at least wait until I grow up."

"Yunzhou, just wait." Wen Zhimiao said unconvinced.

"Okay, I'll wait."

After Wen Zhimiao got up, Wen Jiuzhao walked to Yunzhou again and unfolded a painting and handed it to Yunzhou.

The above is a scene of Yun Zhou and Su Qingluo walking together in the night market.

The brushstrokes are very immature, but you can tell that the artist was very attentive in his painting.

The colors and composition are actually pretty good, but the human figure drawing is not that good.

You can tell at first glance that it’s a child’s painting, but you’ll also like it at first glance.

"A gift for me?" Yun Zhou asked with a smile.

Wen Jiuzhao nodded shyly, "Yes, for my aunt and my mother."

Yun Zhou raised his lips slightly: "Okay, thank you, Princess."

"Aunt, just call me Jiuzhao." Wen Jiuzhao said in a low voice, then he felt that something was not right, and he was so uneasy that he didn't know what to say next.

"Okay, thank you Jiuzhao." Yun Zhou thanked him again gently.

The snowflakes outside the corridor were sparse, and a little white slowly accumulated on the evergreen leaves.

Yun Zhou squatted in front of Wen Jiuzhao and rubbed her head with his hand: "Miaomiao, little girl, please take good care of her, Jiuzhao."

Then she pointed at the others and said, "They are all still young, so Jiu Zhao is the big sister, so you don't have to avoid them. If they are too naughty, you can teach them a lesson."

Wen Jiuzhao nodded shyly: "Aunt, I understand."

"Okay, then I'll go back first and show Jiuzhao's paintings to Her Majesty." Yun Zhou reached out to help her straighten her clothes.

Suddenly thinking of her frostbite, she reached out and took Wen Jiuzhao's hand to take a look. The frostbite had not yet completely healed.

"Did you apply the medicine properly?" Yun Zhou asked.

"Yes." Wen Jiuzhao nodded obediently.

"Well, that's good, don't scratch it."

After giving her a few more instructions, Yun Zhou left.

Wen Zhimiao, the youngest kid, naturally became the leader of the kids.

Yun Zhou took the painting to Hande Hall. When he returned, Su Qingluo was working seriously at his desk.

She entered through the door and saw Su Qingluo who was reviewing memorials.

Yun Zhou always felt that Su Qingluo had a different aura when she worked seriously.

Hearing the sound of Yunzhou closing the door, Su Qingluo looked over and met Yunzhou's eyes.

Yunzhou walked over to her with a smile, and seeing that she didn't have much ink left, he naturally continued to grind ink for her.