Crossing the grassland, the rough general, please set me free

Yan Lie gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry about my performance. I won't let you down."

Lin Shu didn't hear the hidden meaning in his words. She just wanted to teach him how to write a few more characters.

Being too energetic isn't a good thing. When you're tired of writing, you naturally stop thinking about random things.

She used to be like this. She would feel sleepy after writing too much.

Yan Lie wrote on three pages with great enthusiasm.

"Haha, I didn't expect my name to have so many strokes. Shu'er, how do you write your name?"

Lin Shu looked at his handwriting. Although it was a little crooked, it was indeed an improvement over before.

"The key to good handwriting is practice. There's no other way."

He took the pen and wrote his name on the paper.

"Hey, your name doesn't have many strokes. Let me try?"

Lin Shu nodded.

Yan Lie held the pen and copied Lin Shu's name.

"Oh no, that's not right. This downward stroke is too long. Please tighten it a little."

"Okay, let me write it again."

Just like that, one writes carefully and the other teaches carefully.

When Yan Lie had filled five pages with her name, he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Hey, your Central Plains writing isn't that difficult, is it?"

"You're really not modest. That's because you haven't encountered a character with many strokes. When you see a character with dozens of strokes, will you still say that?"

"So many? Aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

"Tsk, you still don't believe it?"

He casually wrote "龘" on the paper.

"What does this word mean?" Yan Lie asked, looking at the complicated words on the paper.

"It's pronounced DA. It probably means two dragons taking off."

Yan Lie nodded and said seriously, "Shu'er, when you name our six children in the future, it's better to use simple characters. They are also easier to write."

Lin Shu was speechless at the thought of the child even being mentioned in these words. She just hummed in agreement, lest she say too much; he had other things waiting for her.

"Shu'er, what do you think we should name our future baby?"

Lin Shu thought that it would be enough to just take up the topic, but he didn't expect him to get even more excited.

"Stop being so joking and practice your calligraphy."

"Shu'er, tell me. Tell me. Look, I'm so strong. Will my son be like me in the future? You're well-educated, so why don't you think about it now?"

Lin Shu just wanted to end the topic quickly, so he opened his mouth and said, "Da Qiang, Da Li, Da Zhuang, just pick one."

Yan Lie: …

Seeing that he finally shut up, Lin Shu quickly pushed him.

"These things are still a long way off. You should practice your calligraphy today first, or you won't be allowed to sleep on the bed."

Yan Lie slapped his thigh, his eyes shining.

"I'll do as you say. Come on, teach me how to write these words. I need to learn them first, so I don't end up being a father who can't even write his sons' names. It's too embarrassing to tell others about it."

Lin Shu: …

There was no other way, Lin Shu could only spread the paper again and teach him another word.

Write more words quickly to make him shut up.

With the previous preparatory exercises, the number of strokes in this character is much less than before.

Yan Lie found writing much smoother than before.

He wrote three more pages for each name, and looked at her with a bit of pride, "How's it going? Has your handwriting improved a lot?"

Lin Shu looked at the words on the paper and said, "It's okay, but it's OK."

"Hehe, then can you give me some reward?" Yan Lie instantly became cocky.

"Why do you want another reward? Where do all these rewards come from? Get lost."

"That won't do. You're going to give me everything you promised me before, plus this one?"

"Okay, I'll reward you by writing a few more words."

"I don't want to. My hands are tired after writing so much." Yan Lie came over with an expectant look on his face.

Lin Shu quickly put her hands on his chest and said, "Don't even think about it."

But the other party was not happy, "That won't do, you have to keep your word."

"I didn't promise you anything, I just said it depends on your performance."

"Then you will see how your husband performs next."

After saying that, Yan Lie pressed the person down on the cushion.

Bend straight down...

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After hearing the news from the guards in the afternoon, Bumtai was in a particularly good mood that evening.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long were finally released.

He called Natu'a to drink together in the big tent.

Everything I see looks good.

He also gave a gold ingot to the owner who had been cooking for him.

This family had never seen such a scene before, so they served Bumtai even more attentively, serving him delicious wine and food one after another, for fear that Bumtai would not enjoy the meal enough and would go to another house. What if?

After three rounds of drinking, Bumtai was already drunk. He staggered to his feet and was about to go out.

Natu'a did not drink as much as him. This was drinking with his master, and his master could get drunk, but he could not.

He supported him and said, "Prince, be careful."

Bumutai smiled and waved his hands, "Hahahaha, it's okay, I'm not drunk."

"Grand Prince, where are you going?"

"I'm just going out for a walk."

When Natu'a heard that he was going out, he thought he was just going to walk around the camp. This place was quite remote, so he thought it would be no big deal.

Helped Bumtai out of the tent.

But the further we walked, the more things seemed wrong. The direction we were heading to was the main camp.

He quickly grabbed him and reminded him, "Prince, that's the direction of the main camp. It's better for us not to go there."

"It's okay, I'll just take a look around. I won't get too close." Bumtai wanted to keep moving forward.

Natu'a thought about it and still felt that it was inappropriate.

This is someone else's territory. What if something happens and someone recognizes us?

He hurriedly pulled Bumtai and walked back.

"Prince, you've had too much to drink. Let's go back."

"No...I'm not going back. I just...want to see that little liar."

When Bumtai spoke, his tongue became a little big.

Seeing this, Natu'a was sure that he was really drunk.

Hurry up and drag the person back.

"Okay, I'll take you back to see her."

Fortunately, it was night, and there were only a few tribesmen passing by occasionally.

Everyone thought they were two drunkards and smiled and shook their heads.

After much difficulty, they pulled the person back to the tent and placed him on the felt couch, then quickly called the host to help clean up the tent.

Bumutai fell on the felt couch, hugged the pillow beside him, rubbed his cheek against it, and murmured, "Shu'er, Shu'er..."

Natu'a on the side stood there in a daze, with goose bumps all over his body. How come the eldest prince looks like this after drinking too much?

This is the first time I've seen this.

Seeing this, the owner of the house who was packing up nearby said with a smile, "Which girl is he thinking about? I really can't tell, he's such a romantic."

Natu'a scratched his head and could only smile. He was a romantic man. He had been crazy about her since he met her. Where would the Central Plains women go?

Where is he chasing?