Dressed as the master of a sickly tyrant

Bai Zhi brought Nan Cangming to the study room, ground it for him, and spread out the rice paper.

He took out Zhao Mengfu's regular script that the master gave yesterday, and said: "This is the famous script that the master found for your highness. The master said that the regular script is more suitable for your highness to learn calligraphy for beginners."

Nan Cangming suddenly asked, "Why do you call Master Master?"

Bai Zhi didn't expect His Royal Highness to ask this suddenly, so she could only bluntly say: "We used to call you the young master, but after entering the palace, the master told us to call him the master."

Nan Cangming thought for a while and said, "Then don't call me your highness, call me your little master."

Bai Zhi and Bai Jiang immediately kowtowed and said, "Your Highness, how can this be possible, you are a prince with a noble status, you must not break the rules."

Nan Cangming stared at Bai Zhi and Bai Han coldly, and said, "I am the rule."

It was the first time for Bai Zhi and Bai Jiang to see the young man showing such a fierce and indifferent expression, so they were uncertain and had to agree.

Looking at Zhao Mengfu's words, Nan Cangming curled his lips in distaste, and said, "Master taught you piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Bai Jiang couldn't figure out what was going on with the little master, so in order to make him happy, he said, "When we practiced calligraphy, the master wrote casually. I didn't bother so much like the little master."

Seeing the young master's expressionless face, Bai Zhi said: "The copybook of Zhao Mengfu was found by the master after a lot of effort. The young master must not disappoint the master."

Hearing what the two girls said, Nan Cangming felt a little better, picked up a pen and started to practice.

Since he was only drawing with branches since he was a child and had never used a brush, Nan Cangming practiced for several hours and still had no improvement.

Bai Zhi said at the side: "Little master, do you want this servant to teach you how to write?"

Nan Cangming nodded for Baizhi to demonstrate.

Bai Zhi wrote a few words on the white rice paper with a brush, and I saw the flowing clouds and flowing water, and the writing was like clouds and smoke, with the beauty of a woman.

After all, Nan Cangming was a child, and when he saw it, he praised: "As expected of being taught by Master, she is really beautiful."

Bai Zhi didn't expect the little master to praise her, saying: "The servant girl is making a fool of herself, the master's handwriting is even more beautiful."

Bai Jiang nodded and said, "My master is good at official script. His strokes are as floating as clouds, as if startling a dragon, with the breeze blowing out of his sleeves and the bright moon in his arms."

Hearing what the two girls said, Nan Cangming felt unbalanced again.

The master writes for a few girls to practice, but asks himself to practice some famous calligraphy. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels uneasy, and the less he is in the mood to practice calligraphy.

After Lu Chiyuan woke up, he wanted to see how the little wolf cub was practicing calligraphy.When I came to the room, I saw Nan Cangming holding a pen and drawing vigorously on the paper. It didn't look like he was practicing calligraphy, but he seemed to be venting his anger with the pen and ink. The two girls were trembling beside him.

Lu Chiyuan frowned slightly, took the handwriting written by Nan Cangming, looked at it and said with a smile: "Master, I will teach you an idiom today, called Spring Earthworm and Autumn Snake."

Bai Zhi and Bai Jiang held back their laughter when they heard this.Nancang Mingzi didn't know what Lu Chiyuan was talking about, and looked at Lu Chiyuan with watery eyes, smiling like a spring willow.I just think Master is really pretty.

Lu Chiyuan touched the little wolf cub's hairy head and said, "Have you ever seen earthworms in spring and snakes in autumn?"

Nan Cangming lived in the cold palace since he was a child, and there was no one inhabited. Naturally, he often saw earthworms and snakes, so he nodded.

Lu Chiyuan said: "Ah Ming, let's see if the word you wrote looks like a little earthworm, twisted or twisted?"

Only then did Nan Cangming realize that Master was saying his calligraphy was ugly, and his face flushed with embarrassment.But seeing Master smiling so happily, I feel a little excited.

After Lu Chiyuan laughed enough, he suddenly felt that he was a little immoral. It was the first time for the little wolf cub to write, and it was understandable to write like this.

So he comforted him solemnly again: "It's okay, when Bai Zhi and the others learned it, the character was shaped like a chicken's paw, walked like a dog crawling, Cangjie vomited blood for it, and Master hanged himself for it. Ah Ming is really much better than them gone."

After hearing this, Bai Zhi and Bai Jiang hurriedly agreed with their master, nodded and said: "Young master's writing is much better than ours before."

Nan Cangming heard his master boast that he was better than those girls, and immediately pulled Lu Chiyuan's sleeves happily, his watery eyes seemed to be filled with stars.Like a little milk dog wagging its tail.

Bai Zhi and Bai Jiang also understood the little master's thoughts, and retreated quietly.

Lu Chiyuan walked behind Nan Cangming, held his hand, and taught him how to use a brush.

Nancangming lived in the cold palace for many years and was not able to eat enough, so he was very thin.Lu Chiyuan stood behind him holding his hand and leaned slightly.

Nan Cangming was wrapped in Lu Chiyuan's arms, and the breath with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms sprayed on the top of his head. The little wolf cub suddenly felt a little hot, his heart was beating non-stop, and he couldn't concentrate.

Seeing the little wolf cub, Lu Chiyuan said absent-mindedly: "What are you thinking? Don't you want to learn to practice calligraphy?"

Nan Cangming immediately shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, no, it's because Master smells so good."

Lu Chiyuan laughed and said: "Master is a man, and he doesn't wear makeup, how can there be a fragrance?"

Nan Cangming insisted: "It just has a fragrance, Lengmeixiang, it smells good."

Lu Chiyuan smiled and said: "It should be incense, you like to ask Bai Su to give you some."

Nan Cangming rubbed against Lu Chiyuan's arms and said, "I don't want it, I just need to hear about Master's body. Master, please teach me how to write."

It has to be said that Nan Cangming's talent is extremely high, Lu Chiyuan just took him to write a few lines, and he could learn it in an instant, Lu Chiyuan praised: "That's right, a child can be taught."

Nan Cangming blinked his lovely eyes, looked at Lu Chiyuan pitifully and said, "I don't like Zhao Mengfu's handwriting, I want to practice Master's handwriting, can I?"

Lu Chiyuan was taken aback: Zhao Mengfu is a famous script writer, and he spent a lot of money to find this copybook.This little wolf cub is really clueless.

But he still asked: "Why do you want to practice my calligraphy? I am not a famous artist."

Nan Cangming said solemnly: "Famous masters are too difficult to practice, master's handwriting is easy to practice, why don't disciples start practicing master's handwriting, and then master famous masters after they have practiced?"

Lu Chiyuan thought that his handwriting wasn't too bad, and it would be fine for the little wolf to practice, so he said, "Okay, I'll write a book for you to copy some other day."

Seeing that his little thoughts were satisfied, Nan Cangming became more motivated to practice calligraphy.

Lu Chiyuan practiced with him for a while and said: "Haste makes waste, come here first today. I will teach you "The Analects of Confucius" tomorrow."

Nan Cangming wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I will listen to Master."

Lu Chiyuan said: "Half of "The Analects of Confucius" governs the world. This book is very exquisite and contains many philosophies. Only after you learn it well can you become a wise king with a benevolent heart."

Nan Cangming thought: A heart of benevolence?I probably won't have any, the ten years of life in the cold palace have worn away all my kindness.

If Master wants to be a Mingjun himself, then be a Mingjun.So he nodded and said: "All disciples listen to the master, and must be a wise king."

Lu Chiyuan looked at Nan Cangming, so obedient, innocent and cute, not at all like the tyrant who killed most of his courtiers in the book.

I thought education was still very important, as long as I cultivated it carefully, the little wolf cub would definitely become a wise king like Emperor Taizong.