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

Wen Zhimiao obediently let the maid help her clean up, took a shower, changed clothes, and ran out again.

Shi Wanyue was still sitting there reading, and Wen Zhimiao ran over and lay on her back.

"Sister." She always liked to call Shi Wanyue sister in this soft voice, and it had been like this since the first time they met.

Shi Wanyue put her arm around her waist and said, "Hmm? Miaomiao is done washing?"

Wen Zhimiao nodded obediently: "Well, sister, can't you smell the fragrance on me?"

If Yun Zhou was in a high position, he would have called her shameless.

But Wen Zhimiao didn't care, she just loved sticking to Shi Wanyue.

Although He Yuanyao and Qi Linglang would also play with her, it always felt different.

She seemed to have always liked this kind of gentle girl.

Wen Zhimiao turned around and lazily lay on Shi Wanyue's legs again: "Isn't it boring to study every day?"

Shi Wanyue took the round fan from the table and fanned her: "Why are you bored? There are many interesting things in the book."

She couldn't understand why she found studying boring, although it was indeed a bit boring when she was forced to memorize those poems when she was young.

But later I saw many interesting books from Wen Zhimiao, which contained interesting stories.

Moreover, she learned to read quickly and had a good memory, so when she was five years old, she had learned a lot of words through various listening, speaking, reading and writing.

Occasionally, he would read with Wen Jiuzhao. Since he came into contact with the "pinyin" of this era, his learning speed had become faster.

In fact, Yunzhou also thought about whether to popularize the pinyin of later generations. After all, the method of pinyin annotation in later generations is quite simple.

But after looking at it in the end, I still felt that it was not feasible.

Although the novel is written in simplified Chinese characters of later generations, the world seems to evolve on its own. For example, the writing and pronunciation are very different from modern Chinese of later generations.

Instead, the fanqie method she had learned before was more useful.

In fact, Yunzhou had thought about this before. If Latin had not appeared, Chinese might have developed its own unique phonetic system later on.

Although it is just a hypothesis, who says it cannot be realized?

However, both Yun Zhou and Wen Zhimiao believed that they were incapable of promoting this development.

We can only hope that people in future generations will work hard.

Wen Zhimiao actually learns very quickly, but she really doesn't like studying. She only reads and studies occasionally. With her child's learning ability, she was able to learn the ancient pinyin that she had found difficult when she read with Yunzhou before.

Of course, He Yuanyao and Qi Linglang didn't learn so quickly, especially He Yuanyao, who found studying more of a headache than Wen Zhimiao.

Yun Zhou once told Su Qingluo that when they started formally studying, they would definitely skip classes together hand in hand from time to time.

Wen Zhimiao's eyes fell on the book that Shi Wanyue was holding, which was another ancient fable.

"Sister, shall we go watch dancing later?" Wen Zhimiao was very decadent now. She liked to watch dancing and listen to music at every turn.

"Okay." Shi Wanyue did not refuse. Shi Wanyue would not refuse most of Wen Zhimiao's requests.

She quite likes playing with Wen Zhimiao.

The two waited for a while until He Yuanyao and Qi Linglang came out together.

"You guys are so slow~" Wen Zhimiao said with disdain.

He Yuanyao ran over to the two of them and said disdainfully, "Miaomiao, you only know how to take advantage of Wanyue every day."

Wen Zhimiao made a face at her: "You are just envious."

"I'm not envious." He Yuanyao shook the painting Wen Jiuzhao gave her and said, "See? It was given to me by the princess."

She was indeed pretending. Wen Jiuzhao saw her practicing sword with the guards that day, and she was drawing at the time, so he drew a picture for her.

In the painting, He Yuanyao is holding a sword, and she really looks like that.

Wen Zhimiao snorted softly: "Sister drew a lot for me!"

Qi Linglang was sitting next to me: "The princess didn't draw for me, but she gave me a lot of cute paper cuts and carved little animals."

Wen Zhimiao suddenly felt that her sister was the one who treated everyone equally.

Although she looks as cold as her mother all day long and is not easy to approach.

No, it should be said that he is even colder than his mother. Wen Zhimiao felt that Wen Jiuzhao was the kind of person who was born cold-hearted.

Because of her childhood experiences, she doesn’t know how to get close to others, but she can feel the kindness of others towards her.

Wen Zhimiao likes to stick to her, partly because she hopes to do her best to make Wen Jiuzhao feel warm.

"Okay, stop arguing. The princess will be home from school soon. Miaomiao, do you want to wait for the princess? Or should we go now?" Shi Wanyue looked childish, but spoke in an organized manner.

I feel like she learned this from her mother. She looks weak, but actually she's very thoughtful.

Although Wen Zhimiao claims to be the king of children, in fact, Shi Wanyue is the king of children most of the time.

After all, no one disobeys what Shi Wanyue says, including Wen Zhimiao himself.

"Then let's wait for sister to come together." Wen Zhimiao's eyes fell on the watermelon on the table. Watermelon is an alien species and its production is not very high nowadays, so it is also considered a rare thing.

But the palace is a palace after all, so these things are still supplied. There are even ice blocks stored long ago in the summer. There are several ice cellars in the palace.

She doesn't use these things, but her good father and concubines do.

So Wen Zhimiao didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.

The times are such that even without her there would still be so many extravagant and licentious people.

"Don't eat too much." Shi Wanyue began to stop Wen Zhimiao after she ate a lot.

"That's right, you had diarrhea last time you ate too much."

"Yeah, I remember it too." Qi Linglang echoed.

Wen Zhimiao curled her lips. She didn't want to have diarrhea either.

In the end, he obediently put down the fork in his hand.

Looking at the ice cubes, Wen Zhimiao's eyes turned and she looked up at Shi Wanyue: "Sister, let's go to the kitchen and ask them to make sour plum soup."

There was also sour plum soup in this era, but it didn't taste very good, so Yun Zhou asked Xiaotun to improve it according to her memory.

Sometimes Wen Zhimiao felt that Yunzhou was simply a Doraemon given to her by God, with everything.

There are always things in Wen Zhimiao's mind that he couldn't imagine.

Wen Zhimiao actually didn’t know whether there was sour plum soup in the kitchen, but he wanted to go and check.

"The kitchen is already cooking. Linglang and I have gone to check it out." He Yuanyao said to Wen Zhimiao while chewing a watermelon.

"Oh." Wen Zhimiao turned over and lay on Shi Wanyue's legs.

"Sister, why hasn't school finished yet? I hope the teacher won't keep us after class again?" Wen Zhimiao sighed.

"Your Highness, the princess won't be out of school for another hour." The maid next to her reminded Wen Zhimiao.

Without a clock, Wen Zhimiao was not sensitive to time at all and just felt that the days passed by one by one.

"Okay~" Wen Zhimiao was a little bored. He was not allowed to go out fishing, play with swords, or do anything.

Shi Wanyue looked at the little man lying on her lap and said, "Shall I tell Miaomiao a story?"

Wen Zhimiao thought about it and nodded obediently: "Okay~"