Wen Mingyu never thought that he said that he was illiterate, but the tyrant's reaction was to arrange a teacher for him, let him learn quickly, and read the memorial.

He really didn't understand why Mu Zhan insisted that he read it. Wouldn't it be better to find a confidant who could read?

However, this is a good thing for Wen Mingyu.

In this unfamiliar era, knowing a little more will help him survive alone.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is so kind!"

This time, Wen Mingyu didn't pretend, and really thanked Mu Zhan for this move, which helped him a lot. Wen Mingyu looked at Mu Zhan with bright eyes, there seemed to be broken stars in her eyes, and her smile was extraordinarily sweet, like a lump of soft dessert, take a bite, and the sweet stuffing will flow out.

Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, looked at it twice, and then looked away.

"How long does it take to learn, a month?"

Wen Mingyu was stunned, is the tyrant's demands on him a little too high? Master a new language in a month? The concubine can't do it.

"Is this month a bit..." Wen Mingyu smiled embarrassingly.

Mu Zhan nodded, "One month is really not suitable."

Wen Mingyu thought, well, one month is simply inhuman.

As a result, Mu Zhan went on to say: "It's too long, half a month is enough."

Wen Mingyu: "..."

This is definitely deliberately tricking him, right? right? right? !

Dog Emperor!

Silly stuff!

you are hopeless!

Wen Mingyu had a smile on her face, but she was roaring and swiping the screen in her heart. She was so stimulated by the tyrant that she blew her hair into a ball of fur, and turned into a grumpy rabbit.

Mu Zhan arranged for him to study, five hours a day, so he didn't need to come for the time being, but Mu Zhan would conduct surprise inspections to see what he had learned.

After Wen Mingyu heard it, she could only live without love.

He always had to pay it back when he came out to play. He hadn't read the third year of high school in the interstellar era, but he had experienced it in ancient times, and there were tyrants staring at him.

The next day, Wen Mingyu met his teacher, a doctor of calligraphy sent from Guozijian.

In ancient times, the meaning of doctor was very different, not a degree, but an official title. Guozijian was the highest institution of higher learning and education management in ancient times. To be able to become a doctor of calligraphy and to be a professor of calligraphy in the Imperial College, naturally he has expertise in this field and has excellent abilities.

Gong Xue, Ph.D. of calligraphy, has passed the age of confusion. He is dressed in official uniform and has a calm and peaceful attitude. He was suddenly assigned to teach an illiterate person. There was no resentment on his face, but he was very competent and taught in a strict manner.

I don't flatter and please expect Wen Mingyu to speak good things for him in front of the sage, and I don't think that Wen Mingyu is an illiterate illiterate.

The attitude is very bland, not much different from teaching other supervisors.

He has his own literati spirit.

Wen Mingyu liked this style of teacher very much, and he studied very seriously. After devoting himself to it, he forgot for a while that he wanted to explore the way in the palace. And he didn't go to see the tyrant during this period of time, and there was no way to mention it.

Because Wen Mingyu was often summoned by tyrants, she was alive and well and seemed to be favored, so the attitude of the palace people obviously changed.

At the beginning, when Mu Zhan treated Wen Mingyu as something special, the general manager and others didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the sage was moody, and it seemed like he liked it. killed. The palace servants were not in a hurry to please Wen Mingyu.

But as time went by, Mu Zhan still often looked for Wen Mingyu, and his love continued unabated, and now he has arranged a husband for him. The palace people began to brush their presence in front of Wen Mingyu.

Most prominently, it is blessed. The little eunuch who was originally arranged by Wen Mingyu's side, because he felt that Wen Mingyu would die soon and had no future, he ran to other places to hang out, and now he came back to kneel in front of Wen Mingyu to show his loyalty.

But Wen Mingyu felt that Sanxi was enough to take care of him, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Fortunately, I didn't expect that this good-tempered master was not so easy to talk, and his heart was even a little hard. He gritted his teeth, and slapped his face hard and begged for mercy, making it seem like Wen Mingyu was arguing with the palace servants.

Wen Mingyu was taken aback by him, and then frowned. Although he is still a student, he is not too old, but because he has no parents, he can only rely on himself, and he sees more than his peers in the process of working. He knew that Blessed was intentional, forcing himself to be soft-hearted.

Wen Mingyu understood when he was lucky to leave at the beginning, but it did not mean that he would accept such a person to stay by his side.

When people make decisions, they should think about the possible consequences in the future. Why does Fufu think that he will ignore his past suspicions and accept him calmly?

Wen Mingyu didn't need him to wait in front of him, but he didn't have to drive him away. He was willing to stay and do things here. It's just that Youfu insists on wanting to be the same personal entourage as Sanxi, and is reluctant to do chores.

Wen Mingyu was so annoyed by the noise that he was taken out. He stared at others when he was blessed, and just knelt outside the door, saying that he could help the master. What help? Naturally, it was to help him obtain holy grace.

But where does Mingyu want this? He thinks it's best to keep it as it is now, not too close or too far, not to be disgusted by the tyrant and suddenly executed, and he doesn't need to be petted to the bed or something.

In the end, Zhao Dequan came here, and when he saw this scene, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately asked someone to take the blessing away, and reported the matter to the sage.

Generally speaking, such trivial matters do not require the Sage to worry about it, but Zhao Dequan guessed that the Sage might want to know based on his observations during this period of time, so he reported it.

Hearing the words, Mu Zhan put down his memorial and praised him, "It's handled well."

Zhao Dequan thought for a while that the sage was approving his actions, and was about to say that this was his duty, but suddenly realized that what the sage said should be Young Master Wen. Sure enough, right after that, he heard a voice from above.

"I don't want him to appear in front of Wen Mingyu again."

"...Yes, I obey the order."

After Zhao Dequan responded respectfully, he immediately ordered someone to transfer Fufu to wash the clothes of the people in the palace. It is a matter of course for people to want to climb up, but such blatant climb up and down, threatening the master, is too stupid, harming others and harming oneself.

Zhao Dequan suddenly felt that if that Young Master Wen was softhearted and left behind, and in the future, Fufu did something that should not have been done, and fell into the hands of the Holy Master, the end would be unimaginably miserable.

After this incident, Zhao Dequan brought a group of new palace servants over and replaced all the thoughtful people in Wenming Yu Palace.

The eunuch and the maid knelt on the ground and saluted Wen Mingyu respectfully, "The slave will serve the son with all his heart, be loyal, and have no second thoughts."

Wen Mingyu was stunned by the big battle. Sanxi was also stunned, but quickly reacted, happy and worried, happy that this shows that the sage attaches great importance to the master, but worried that he will be replaced. Fortunately, he heard Young Master Wen speak out and wanted to keep him by his side. He breathed a sigh of relief and was very grateful to the son.

Different from Sanxi's idea that the sage attaches great importance to favor, Wen Mingyu felt that the tyrant just intervened on a whim. Moreover, because of this, he also discovered that there was really nothing in the palace to hide from the tyrant. I feel that no matter what I do, there are a pair of eyes staring in the dark, which makes me hairy.

Wen Mingyu didn't think wrong.

Zhao Dequan noticed the Sage's concern for him, so he paid special attention to anything related to him, and chose some important things to report to the Sage every day.

And when Zhao Dequan mentioned Young Master Wen, the Sage didn't say much, but he listened to it patiently.

Especially these days, Young Master Wen was so busy with his studies that he hadn't come to see the saint. The sage would even ask a few questions when he said something about Young Master Wen.

ten days later.

Mu Zhan looked at the memorial, suddenly threw it down a little irritably, got up and walked out.

Zhao Dequan, who was standing at the door of the imperial study, was quite surprised, "...Your Majesty?"

Mu Zhan didn't look at him and walked straight forward, "Go to Wen Mingyu, so many days have passed, let's see what he has learned. It's over."

Zhao Dequan hurriedly let people carry them over, and at the same time, he was a little speechless, but it was only ten days, how long could it take, and how much could he learn. Your Majesty just wants to see people.

When the emperor arrived, he was shocked by the people in the whole palace. All the palace people knelt down and saluted to welcome the holy car.

Gong Xue, who was teaching, stopped and saluted respectfully.

Wen Mingyu, who was sitting at the desk and writing, also stood up and was about to salute, but Mu Zhan waved his hand, indicating that he should not bow, Wen Mingyu really didn't kneel, but smiled at Mu Zhan.

Gong Xue was shocked when he saw this, and he couldn't hide his surprise.

"How did you learn?"

Mu Zhan's indifferent tone made him return to his senses immediately, and he no longer cared about the strange atmosphere between Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu, but returned his attention to his studies. As soon as he said this, a gratified smile appeared on his face unconsciously. "Little Young Master is born smart and has the ability to never forget. His learning progress is much faster than I expected. I have adjusted the teaching plan several times. In the second half of the year, I may have to bring the Four Books and Five Classics."

A smart and serious student, at first Gong Xue was teaching for the purpose of teaching, but later found that Wen Mingyu absorbed knowledge at an amazing speed, and unconsciously became more and more interested. light.

Everyone likes to listen to something good. Wen Mingyu was so complimented that she was overjoyed, her eyes were sparkling, and there was a little squeak hidden in the corners of her pursed lips. .

Mu Zhan glanced at it, and the fingers hanging on his side were slightly curled, as if touching something in the air.

"Aiqing took the trouble to teach, it should be rewarded."

Gong Xue bowed and thanked him, saying that this was his duty.

Then, with a wave of Mu Zhan, he casually invited the person away. When Gong Xue was led out of the hall by Zhao Dequan, he was still a little stunned. Today's class... doesn't seem to be finished yet?

Zhao Dequan said with a smile, "It's hard work for Dr. Gong."

Gong Xue was interrupted and waved his hand and said, "It's not hard work, it's not hard work."

He just got off work early and went home to accompany his wife and children.

Only Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were left in the house.

Mu Zhan walked over and picked up the rice paper on which Wen Mingyu had been practicing calligraphy these days. From the beginning, he couldn't tell what was written, until he gradually got used to using the sheep's brush. The characters had bones and could stand. Get up, it looks a bit like.

Although it is not very good-looking, as a beginner, it can be said that it is extremely well done and quite talented. In time, he will be able to achieve attainments in calligraphy.

Mu Zhan was watching, and Wen Mingyu followed him unconsciously, like a small tail, attached to the back.

As soon as Mu Zhan turned his head, he met his gaze.

Wen Mingyu didn't say anything, just looked at it eagerly, with light shining in his eyes, and he almost wrote it brightly - praise me!

This made Mu Zhan, who originally wanted to point out the problem, fell into silence. After a while, he moved his lips and said in a deep voice, "Shang Ke." Hearing this, Wen Mingyu felt better. Mu Zhan is a tyrant, and he usually looks cold and expressionless. He didn't expect Mu Zhan to praise him. Just after listening to Mr. Gong mentioning the uniqueness of calligraphy several times, I want to know what Mu Zhan thinks of his calligraphy. The result was a bit unexpected. A

temperamental person like Mu Zhan actually said it was okay, and rounding it up means it was great.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but feel a little delighted.

The author has something to say:

Yuzai: Praise me, praise me! OvO

The tyrant frowned. He likes to act like a spoiled child, so he will reluctantly rua the little rabbit several times.

Jade Cub (touched to fry its fur into a ball of rabbits): …?