It's all the fault of being too handsome [Quick Transmigration]

Afterwards, the usual life resumed, and Jinyu went to the study with the prince as usual, instead of going to the cold palace.

After a few days like this, I go to the study to rest, the princes can have fun after their holidays, and Jinyu can also rest at home for a day without going to the palace.

Waiting for the rest time to pass, after going to the study again, Jinyu sat next to the prince and flipped through "The Analects of Confucius".

Shao Fu walked in, followed by a thin figure.

"This is the sixth prince. From today on, I will study with everyone in the study." Shao Fu introduced a few words, and then asked Zhao Rui to sit down.

Zhao Rui's seat was added temporarily. The upper study room is very large, and it is more than enough to add a desk and chair, so it is placed at the end.

As the heir to the throne, the crown prince is placed in the front row, so Jinyu's seat is also in the first row.

After Zhao Rui entered the study room, he looked straight at Jin Yu.

Jinyu glanced at Zhao Rui in surprise, but quickly put away her surprised expression and smiled at him.

Zhao Rui blinked, lowered his eyes, and walked straight to his seat.

Seeing that Zhao Rui was seated, Shao Fu began to give lectures.

Zhao Rui came to class on the first day. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, as well as the books were all new. He opened the book, but he didn't know a single word.

Naturally, Shao Fu would not follow Zhao Rui's schedule to attend classes just because Zhao Rui was alone. The princes started school at the age of six, and the princes all attended classes in the study room, but the schedules were different.

Shao Fu first explained the progress of most people, assigned homework, and then gave lectures to the rest.

Zhao Rui is currently starting with literacy and writing.

Zhao Rui studied very hard and was very serious.

The chilblains on his hands were still itching terribly after being rubbed with medicine, but he was used to it, but it was inconvenient to hold the writing brush in his swollen hands, and there happened to be a chilblain at the place where he held the writing brush, which interfered with his calligraphy practice.

The first thing he learned was his own name, Zhao Rui, and he wrote the two characters over and over again. From the beginning, it was so messy that there were no traces of these two characters, and then gradually he could see that it was 'Zhao Rui'. Two words, rapid progress.

Regarding Zhao Rui's arrival, the entire study room was silent, with Young Fu present, but no one spoke, and only when Young Fu left after class did he start whispering.

Jinyu was not in the palace, and the speed of receiving news was much slower. Before he could ask, the prince had already frowned and said to Jinyu: "Concubine Yu died in the cold palace, and the emperor learned that the sixth brother Gu Nian was young. But she lost her mother and concubine, and what Concubine Yu did had nothing to do with the sixth brother, so she adopted the sixth brother to Concubine Ru, and asked the sixth brother to study in the upper study and get to know the brothers."

The prince's tone was very complicated, he knew that the death of his mother had a lot to do with Concubine Yu, even his current weak body was caused by Concubine Yu, but thinking that the sixth brother was not born at all, his concubine mother was at fault, How innocent is he?He has lived in the cold palace since he was born.

He was uncontrollably angry at him, but also full of pity for what happened to him.

"Is Concubine Yu dead?" Jin Yu answered.

"Yeah, I heard that Baixue, who was illuminated by the moonlight at night, was dazzled. She fell into the snow and was pierced by a sharp branch that fell from a big tree." A little pleasure, the feelings are really complicated.

"It seems to be snow blindness." Jinyu said clearly.

But he thought of that day when he went to Lenggong, he saw the silent action of that child under the big tree, those branches were covered by the white snow a little bit by him, his little hands were red from cold, but his face was still expressionless, only those eyes, It was as dark as ever, and the emotions inside could not be seen clearly.

The eldest prince in the study room is only 13 years old. Generally, princes who are fourteen or fifteen years old will go out of the palace to build a mansion, and they will not live in the palace.

A few little princes saw a newcomer they didn't know coming, so they leaned over and looked curiously at this older brother/brother who just entered school so late.

A little prince, seeing Zhao Rui's handwriting, said in a childish voice: "Sixth brother, your handwriting is so ugly, even uglier than mine."

The princes here actually know a little bit of knowledge before entering the study, usually taught by their mother and concubine, so as not to enter the study and know nothing, which is too embarrassing.

But Zhao Rui didn't know it at all. The little prince didn't mean anything malicious, but it was the first time he saw someone whose handwriting was worse than his, so he couldn't help but say such words, but it didn't sound very pleasant. .

The little prince's companion next to him was also a brat, and he laughed and booed after hearing what the little prince said.

There are also slightly older princes who have been taught by their own mother and concubine, knowing that they will compete with the prince for the seat in the future, and the princes and brothers can all be his contacts, and this sixth prince is not a good one?

The fourth prince came over and pretended to say a few words to the little prince: "The sixth prince came to study in the study for the first day today, it's not bad to be able to write like this."

The little prince curled his lips, and said unwillingly: "I wrote better than him when I first entered the study."

The fourth prince who was talking about couldn't get off the stage, so he simply didn't answer, but said to Zhao Rui: "Young brother, you just came to the study, so feel free to ask me if you don't understand anything."

Zhao Rui has been practicing calligraphy without distraction, and he doesn't pay any attention to the little prince or the fourth prince.

The little prince didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but felt that this brother was too dull and boring, so he quickly diverted his attention, left Zhao Rui's seat, and took his companion to play by himself.

The fourth prince was so ignored, his heart became a little angry, he came to talk to him kindly, but he ignored him like this, did he not take him seriously at all?

Holding back his temper, he said a few words to Zhao Rui, but seeing that Zhao Rui still ignored him, the fourth prince couldn't bear to lose face, and left with his sleeves thrown away.

"What do you think you are? When you come out of the cold palace, you think you are someone. You are just a low-born son born of an abandoned concubine in the cold palace. Whether it is the father's son or not is something to say!" Ruiqi was not light, and he couldn't hold back the gloom in his heart, so he talked to his companion.

This kind of unfounded words come out of nowhere, and the words are vulgar, which shows how the education of the fourth prince's mother concubine, Concubine Xi, has failed.

Zhao Rui paused while practicing calligraphy, and raised his eyes to look at the back of the fourth prince. The murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Jin Yu happened to catch his eyes.

Jin Yu paused, then walked to Zhao Rui's side.

He bent down to look at the paper on the table full of ink marks that could not be seen, and said with a smile, "Is your highness practicing your own name?"

Without waiting for Zhao Rui's answer, Jinyu turned behind Zhao Rui, stretched out her hand to hold Zhao Rui's hand holding the writing brush, and slowly wrote "Zhao Rui 'Two words.

Zhao Rui didn't struggle, he watched the white and beautiful little hand wrapping his ugly hand full of chilblains and abscesses, leading him, writing his name on the paper stroke by stroke, bit by bit, It stopped when it filled the whole paper.

"Now, does your Highness have a grasp of the feeling?" Jinyu let go of his hand, straightened up, turned back to Zhao Rui, and said with a smile.

Zhao Rui finally put down the brush in his hand, raised his eyes to look at the boy in front of him, the boy's figure was reflected in his eyes, fully occupying the entire pupil.

Zhao Rui's lips twitched a few times, and Jin Yu's eyes lit up, looking straight at him.

Zhao Rui paused, and spoke for the first time: "I won't say thank you."

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, so he was not used to it.

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, picked up the brush and continued to write his name, but this time it went miraculously smoothly, although it was still a bit crooked, but it was already enough for people to see at a glance that these two words were written'Zhao Rui ' up.

Jinyu didn't care, instead she propped her chin and watched Zhao Rui practice calligraphy for a long time, until the class was about to resume, Jinyu said: "Your Highness pointed me to the wrong way last time, I turned around for a long time before going home."

After complaining, he smiled and said, "Has Your Highness's snowman been piled up? Let's build a snowman together when we have time."

After finishing speaking, Jin Yu left without waiting for Zhao Rui to reply, and returned to her seat.

Zhao Rui looked at Jinyu's back, recalling the situation that day, something flashed in his black eyes: "Of course it's piled up, otherwise how could I come here?"

He watched Jinyu return to his seat, chatted and laughed with the prince and the two, then picked up the book and started to read.

The brush in his hand was squeezed twice by him, and the frostbite on his fingers was painful, so he stopped, lowered his eyes, and continued to practice his calligraphy.

He looked at the neat and beautiful handwriting on the piece of paper next to him, and when he wrote again, he remembered the feeling when he was held by the boy to write down the handwriting, and consciously imitated it.

After the day's class is over, the prince's companions can go home.

Everyone left in a hurry, and the scene after school would be similar in any age.

The crown prince and Jinyu walked slowly, and the crown prince asked with some doubts, "What are you looking for Sixth Brother?"

The prince has complex feelings towards Zhao Rui, but he is not the holy father, the most he can do is ignore him.

But Jinyu's behavior made him a little uncomfortable.

Jinyu is his reading companion, his little friend. It feels like a good friend being snatched away, which is very uncomfortable.

"The sixth prince must be very uncomfortable coming to the study room for the first time. The emperor has not given the sixth prince some accompanying reading. He suddenly came to an unfamiliar environment, and he just lost his dear mother and concubine. I am afraid that the sixth prince will have dissatisfaction with the study room." It’s a good idea, but it’s not good to be tired of studying in the future.”

Jinyu explained to the prince methodically.

"The sixth prince is not like an ordinary prince. He has no foundation, so he came to the study. The knowledge learning has just begun. It must be very difficult to learn, and there is no help from the companions. Since it is something within our ability, it is not difficult. I will go Help, so that the sixth prince has confidence, and he will be more interested in studying later."

The crown prince said with some displeasure after hearing this: "Jinyu, you are too kind."

"Didn't Your Highness feel sorry for the death of the Sixth Prince's mother and concubine, and your own loneliness? What I did was to help His Highness."

"Besides, the sixth prince is also a helper. Isn't he better and less troubled with his status?" Jinyu said softly.

After listening to Jinyu's words, the prince finally felt relieved that the children of the royal family were precocious. As soon as Jinyu said it, he also realized that Zhao Rui was indeed a very good match, and it could even reflect his tolerance.

But he still couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart, Jinyu helped him do it, he was grateful in his heart, and he liked Jinyu even more.

Zhao Rui followed the prince and Jinyu slowly, far away, and could only see their chatting and laughing, and Jinyu's light and beautiful smile.

After Jinyu separated from the prince, Zhao Rui quickened his pace and caught up with Jinyu.

"Kang Wang's son!"

Jinyu stopped and turned to look at Zhao Rui who was running towards him.

Zhao Rui is now eight years old, but his figure is only five or six years old. The lack of nutritional supplements for a long time makes him extremely thin.

He ran up to Jinyu, still holding a box containing pens, inks, papers and inkstones in his hands, his small figure was wobbly, as if he might fall down at any moment.

Behind Zhao Rui, there was not even a servant serving him, which shows that Concubine Ru didn't take Zhao Rui seriously at all.

A prince who is despised by the emperor will make her lose points in the eyes of the emperor. She wished that something happened to Zhao Rui, so that she would have a reason to seek the emperor, and she could gain a few waves of favor.

Jin Yu supported Zhao Rui: "What's the matter, Your Highness?"

Zhao Rui stood still, he only reached Jinyu's chest, he had to raise his head to meet Jinyu's gaze.

Jinyu quickly realized this, squatted down, looked at Zhao Rui at the same level, with a slight smile in his eyes, and asked again: "Your Highness?"

"Can you teach me how to practice calligraphy?" Zhao Rui stared at Jinyu and said directly.

Jinyu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course, but Shao Fu will also teach His Highness, so why should His Highness look for me?"

"Your handwriting looks better." Zhao Rui said directly.

Jinyu bent his lips helplessly, and the conversation with Zhao Rui finally made him see the feeling of a child in the sixth prince.

"I'm very happy with the sixth prince's compliment, but you can't say that in front of Shao Fu!" Jinyu reminded, if Shao Fu listened to it, he must wear shoes for him in anger.

"Well," Zhao Rui nodded, "This is a secret between us."

"Okay, our secret." Jinyu smiled, children really like to say such things.

Just when Jinyu thought that Zhao Rui would leave, Zhao Rui moved closer to Jinyu, his eyes were fixed on Jinyu, his lips were close to Jinyu's ear, and he whispered: "So, that day, you saw It's also a secret between us."

A piece of fine hair quietly blew up on Jinyu's back, and there was a sudden creep, he blinked ignorantly: "Huh? What?"

Zhao Rui had already retreated back to the starting position, still holding the box holding the pen, ink, paper and inkstone with such difficulty, swaying, as if he would fall down when the wind blew.

However, those dark eyes and the hair on his back let Jinyu know that he was not as weak as his eyes made him out to be.

Hearing Jinyu's ignorant question, Zhao Rui smiled for the first time, like a really innocent and lovely child.

"Brother Shizi, when you come to teach me calligraphy, let's build a snowman together, a big snowman that looks like a real person, it must be fun."

Jinyu knew that Zhao Rui was warning him to rot in his stomach what he saw that day, or he would become a 'snowman' too.

Jinyu smiled as usual, and even boldly touched Zhao Rui's small head.

"Okay, Your Highness still looks good when she smiles."

After finishing speaking, without looking at Zhao Rui's reaction, she stood up, turned and left.

Zhao Rui stood where he was, watching Jin Yu's figure go farther and farther, gradually disappearing, then turned and left, returning to his palace.

He still wobbled every step he took, but he never really fell down until he returned to his palace.

In his palace, there were almost no maids and eunuchs. When he came back, there was no one to pour him a glass of water.

He didn't care, anyway, he came here like this in the cold palace, at least he gained some popularity here.

Putting the box in his hand away, and pouring himself a glass of cold water, Zhao Rui sat down on the desk.

He touched his head, where Jinyu touched it just now, as if the warmth of his palm still remained.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and tried to smile again.

This slightly weird arc fell, and it returned to its original expressionless appearance.

Open the box, take out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread out a piece of rice paper.

Zhao Rui picked up the brush and wrote two words on it again.

Su Han.

The crooked handwriting was written side by side next to the word 'Zhao Rui'.

Putting down the brush and looking at the handwriting on the paper, Zhao Rui's eyes were still filled with deep darkness.