Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Luo Jue did not question Luo Yan's words at all.

Everything the second brother said and all the decisions he made must have his own reasons.

Luo Jiaojiao: ...

You don't seem to think of me as a person at all...

Although her ears were covered by Luo Yan at this time.

But the conversation between them was so clear that Luo Jiaojiao couldn't hear it even if she wanted to.

Luo Jiaojiao's eyes deepened when she heard that Luo Yan said that he would disfigure the eighth princess and make the rash on her face never go away.

She didn't say anything.

It is a fact that the eighth princess is still young.

But in the palace, where is the true simplicity?

A truly innocent person would have been devoured by this unblinking cannibal.

The Eighth Princess' previous attitude towards them and her vicious eyes were still vivid in her mind.

She has never claimed to be a good person.

Good people never pay with their lives, right?

If she wants to do it, she will cause trouble for thousands of years!

After saying this, Luo Jue followed Luo Yan and left from the Star Reaching Pavilion.

Luo Jue has been living in Zhaixing Pavilion since he gave the emperor a consultation.

First, it was convenient for seeing the emperor.

Secondly, he could observe Luo Zhe's recovery up close.

After the two left, Luo Jiaojiao and the others went back to their rooms to rest.

The weather outside was not very good today, and there were a lot of things going on recently, so a few people fell asleep when they returned to the room.

I don't know how long it took, but when Luo Jiaojiao opened her eyes sleepily, the sun set outside the window and the entire yard was dyed golden.

She walked out of the room and looked at the time, thinking it was time to eat. She was about to ask Fufeng and Luo Zhe what they wanted to eat today.

When they opened the door to their room, there was no one there.

Luo Jiaojiao's mind, which was still a little sleepy at first, completely sobered up.

There was a trace of anxiety on his eyebrows.

These are troubled times, and it would be bad if something happened to the two of them.

Especially Luo Zhe, his luck was not good...

Luo Jiaojiao opened the door anxiously.

The next second, her steps stopped.

Luo Zhe and Fufeng were seen squatting in front of the courtyard of Zhaixing Pavilion. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, giving them a layer of golden light.

Fu Feng held a branch in his hand and wrote crooked words on the slightly damp ground.

He didn't seem to notice that there was another person beside him.

As soon as he finished writing the last word and a smile appeared on his face, he was startled by Luo Zhe beside him.

Fufeng looked at Luo Zhe with a hint of bewilderment on his face, and subconsciously wanted to erase the words on the ground with his foot.

Luo Zhe stretched out his hand to hold him, looking curiously at the crooked and incomprehensible words on the ground.

"Are you practicing calligraphy?"

It was obviously a very ordinary sentence, but Fufeng's face turned red all of a sudden.

Even the ears were flushed with crimson.

His skin is white, and the slightest bit of color on his face is extremely obvious.

Fufeng lowered his eyes and looked at the words on the ground with some embarrassment, and nodded uncomfortably, "Yes...yes, it's ugly..."

From Luo Jiaojiao's perspective, she could just recall the words on the ground that Fufeng had not had time to wipe away.

Objectively speaking, this word is somewhere between good-looking and ugly.

pretty ugly!

She is almost on the same level as her, but the only difference is that her writing can at least make people understand what she writes.

But obviously, Fufeng's character does not have this ability.

Luo Zhe shook his head gently, with sincerity in his eyes, "It's not ugly."

Fufeng still didn't raise his head.

Although Luo Zhe said that her handwriting was not ugly, he knew very well that those were just words used by Luo Zhe to comfort him.

He had seen Luo Zhe's handwriting, so he naturally knew what his own handwriting looked like.

very ugly!

Luo Zhe's soft voice fell on his ear, "Fufeng, you want to read and learn, right?"

Fufeng did not answer directly, "Brother Luo Yan said he would find a teacher for me to teach me how to read and write."

Brother Luo Yan said it a few days ago, but there is still no sign.

He didn't want to rush him either.

He has understood a truth since he was a child, that is, to be content and happy.

With his status, it was good enough that they were willing to take him in, give him a sheltered place to live, and allow him to eat every meal.

Not to mention that the place they are in now is not an ordinary place. This is the palace. Arranging for someone to come in is simply as difficult as heaven.

He didn't dare to ask for more.

Just as it is now, it's already good.

At least it was much better than his original life.

It was a good thing to be able to study, but he wouldn't blame him if he couldn't.

As it is now, it's already good...

"Second brother always means what he says, but he is busy with other things now. How about you learn from me first?"

When Luo Zhe saw Fufeng looking at him, he quickly said, "Although I haven't studied for a few years, my second brother is the number one scholar in the third yuan, and he has taken me to study since I was a child."

"I may not be able to teach you anything else, but it is more than enough to teach you how to read."

For some reason, Fufeng's eyes instantly turned red.

He nodded heavily, and his originally clear voice had a rough and gritty feel to it, "Okay! Thank you, Luo Zhe!"

Luo Zhe grinned, "You're welcome!"

His eyes fell on the ground which was so ugly that it was difficult to look directly at it. "You seem to have written a thousand-character essay."

Fufeng nodded, not wanting to erase the words on the ground at this moment, "Yes, this is the Thousand-Character Essay."

Luo Zhe understood and pointed at a few words on the ground, "This word is wrong, this word is wrong, and that word is also wrong."

"Where did you copy the thousand-character essay from?"

Fufeng lowered his head, with a hint of sadness on his pretty face, "This thousand-character text was taught to me by my mother and concubine when she was still alive. I am illiterate and have no chance to come into contact with those enlightening books..."

Luo Zhe had a trace of guilt on his face.

Then he patted Fufeng's shoulder heavily and said, "There are no enlightenment books in the Star-Zhaing Pavilion. I'll go back and ask my family to find some enlightenment books. I'll tell you to read and write."

The two looked at each other and smiled, the warm color of the sunset falling on their pupils, and God seemed to be cheering for them.

Seeing this, Luo Jiaojiao calmly retreated to her room.

Today is a good day for eating dumplings.

As he spoke, he took out the ready-to-eat dumplings from the supermarket, turned around and walked to the small kitchen to make dumplings.

Although the ready-to-eat dumplings are not very delicious, fortunately, Luo Zhe and Fufeng are children who have endured hardships. They are not picky eaters at all and are easy to feed.

Luo Jiaojiao and the others are eating dumplings happily.

At this time, Luo Yan was standing behind a tree against the setting sun, watching Han Qingge talking to a man with deep eyes.

Zhou Zian reached out to pull Han Qingge, but Han Qingge opened his hand mercilessly.

He was not angry, and looked at Han Qingge with a smile on his face, "Qingge, Prime Minister Han wants to marry you. Now the wedding has been postponed because of the palace affairs, but..."