It's not that I want to fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Chao coughed lightly, and the child really looked away immediately, took over his homework one by one, thanked him, climbed back to the high chair, and sat upright.

Because the calf is also short, the child's movements can be described as difficult.

Lin Chaodao: "Is this the high chair that the prince sits in every day?"

"Master, you don't need to call him that." The child looked very serious with a straight face, "Just call me Zhao Tuo."

Men only take their characters when they reach their twenties, and children can only use the name of Zhao Tuo to replace the two characters of Shizi who have a clear rank.

Lin Chao's playmates when he was young were all the heirs of some unfavorable concubines in the palace. They were afraid of being beaten by women since they were young. When there is a catastrophe, how can Zhao Tuo be as fun.

"Not right, not right. Are you a member of the royal family, and I'm just a commoner, so I should still call you the prince."

Zhao Tuo tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowed even tighter.The master who was sent to teach him how to paint, said respectfully, but his tone was clearly not the same thing at all.In particular, the vague words "Royal middleman" seemed not worth a few taels of silver in his mouth.

Lin Chao went around behind him, looked down at the pens and papers spread out on the table, and asked, "What do you want to learn today?"

Zhao Tuo said: "Listen to the master's arrangement."

Lin Chao patted his head in satisfaction: "Then let's have another picture of a phoenix wearing a peony."

Zhao Tuo spread paper and grinded ink according to his words.

Lin Chao leaned back on the grand teacher's chair next to him, took out the "Yichun Ju Painting Manual" from the cabinet, and flipped through it casually.In fact, he prefers legendary novels, but he probably can't find them in Prince Ning's study.The biography of the Six Books is not very interesting, so he can only take the one that is more suitable for his current status as a painter.

It is estimated that this picture book is just for the elementary school boy to practice. It is not very interesting, and looking at him makes him feel a little dizzy.It's true that spring is sleepy and autumn is exhausted.

His head sank and he woke up with a start.

Lin Chao touched his chin, and put aside the book that was about to slip from his hands.I don't know how much time has passed?

Looking at Zhao Tuo again, he is still painting stroke by stroke.

Zhao Tuo draws seriously, but Lin Chao has already seen that he can't walk too far on this small road.The Baishou Qiongjing talks about the righteousness of the scriptures, if you are willing to study it wholeheartedly, you can achieve a little success in Baishou.But Danqing is different.Some people can rule the painting world before they reach the weak crown, but some people can even reach the top of the painting circle until their ears are smooth, and they have no chance to enter the house in their entire lives.

Every stroke is too crafty, and it is completely copied from the original.It can be said that the person who studied painting has tried his best to keep the original appearance, but it can also be said that he has not learned the essence at all.

Lin Chao originally wanted to mention a few words, but thought why he should do so.Even if he doesn't care about the future of the other party becoming the founding king, is it possible that with his status as Prince Ning's son, he still has to bend his knees to be a painter?

Draw how you like.

After another two sticks of incense, Zhao Tuo completed a study.

"master?"

Lin Chao nodded, and asked him to get down and move his body, and rest for a while.

Zhao Tuo said, "I can draw another one."

Although Zhao Tuo's paintings can't see the slightest aura, they are more realistic than every stroke.Eighty percent of the effort should be spared. He will not only use seventy percent of the effort, and strive to be as similar to the original painting as possible.

Don't even let go of such a small thing.

Lin Chao picked up his worn red wrist, and dragged him off the high chair.

"Sharpening the knife will not miss the work of chopping firewood, and taking a rest will not delay the study of painting." Lin Chao stuffed him into the slightly shorter grand master's chair, "What do you want to eat? Just tell them to do it."

Zhao Tuo thought in his heart that this man had a big tone, even if he wanted to eat and drink in Prince Ning's mansion, it would depend on his father's face.

Seeing that Zhao Tuo frowned again, Lin Chao wondered, "You are the prince, so why can't you tell your servants to do what you want to eat and drink?"

"What the father eats and drinks must follow the rules, and I naturally do the same."

"Who made the rules for you?" Lin Chao was stunned. The emperor's control of the sky and the earth can't be as good as the food in the prince's mansion, right?

Zhao Tuo pursed his lips and said, "The rules in the house are of course set by the father."

His Royal Highness Prince Ning's methods of keeping a low profile are really so subtle that it is outrageous.It's a pity that no matter how hard you think about it, it can't be worth a little bit of suspicion.Just because that person is sitting in such a high position, brother blood relationship and childhood friendship can all be turned into passing clouds.Lin Chao realized this deeply only after sitting in that hot chair.But Zhao Tuo is just a little ten-year-old boy, at the age when he is enjoying himself, he actually behaves so calmly in front of these undercurrents of turbulent brothers.

As if everything was taken for granted.

Since his father was the loser in the battle for the heir apparent, he should swallow his anger and be cautious no matter whether he once wanted to belong to that position or not.

And the victor can look at others with a smile on the hall, and look back secretly in the dead of night in the Forbidden Palace, and then have a lot of emotions.

"Your father, did you ever say that teachers should be like fathers?" Lin Chao looked down at Zhao Tuo, who was sitting on the high chair with his legs crossed and his hands firmly on his knees, feeling that a ten-year-old child, It's pitiful and disgusting to make myself look like an old man who may not be in her 20s or 30s.

Fortunately, he was only ten years old.

No matter how old you are, there are limits.

Can't help being funny.

Sure enough, when asked, Zhao Kuo's expression became wonderful.He seemed to be aware of the conspiracy behind this question, but he really couldn't find anything wrong with the words.

"Naturally."

Lin Chao said with satisfaction: "In your father's rules, is there anything that says that the master is not allowed to eat some snacks?"

"That would be too rude." Zhao Kuo heaved a sigh of relief, jumped off the chair, took two steps outside, and called a servant, "Bring tea to Master Lin."

Yan Bi turned around and asked: "Master, my father is not good at this way. The only thing that is always kept in the house is Biluochun. Can the master get used to drinking it? If you are not used to drinking it, it seems that the storeroom still has the hair tip given by the emperor during the Tianshou Festival a few years ago."

He has been skilled in hospitality since he was a child.

Putting his hands behind his back, Lin Chao sighed, "How can you satisfy your hunger with tea? I came here in a hurry today, and I haven't had breakfast yet. If your father knew about it, he would not be stingy with the meal in the palace. So I took some tea. Er cake, candied fruit, let me satisfy my hunger first."

Zhao Kuo seemed to be meeting this talented painter for the first time.In the past, I only thought that this person was very gloomy and didn't like to talk, but now it seems... he is actually a rascal?That's right, like those scholars in the court who claim to be clean, they have a chic and unrestrained style all day long, wishing to sprinkle gold leaf on the top of the city to prove that they are definitely not Kuang people who regard money as dung.This man is nothing more than using etiquette as a platform, so that he can stand on it and let people see that he is a celebrity.

I just don't know, when the day comes when he is living on the street and fighting with hooligans, will this person talk about the trampled etiquette again?

Zhao Tuo was disdainful in his heart, but he was used to hiding his thoughts, and he reported all the good tea in the palace's collection, and detailed in which year the rain was not enough, maybe the tea was also famous.

Lin Chao interrupted him: "In the third year of Xianqing, you are only five years old, how do you know that there is a severe drought in Huainan Road?"

Zhao Tuo: "Obviously I heard from Mr. Fu."

Lin Chao: "Which sir?"

Zhao Tuo: "Xu is Mr. Feng who taught piano. He studied art in Huainan in his early years. It is not surprising to know this. Mr. Huang who teaches some miscellaneous studies is a Taoist from Huainan. He mentioned it in the chat. Lord Jiu, you are also very concerned about this drought and flood disaster, I don’t know if I heard a sentence or two occasionally.”

Seeing his serious face, Lin Chao knew that he was talking nonsense.

After getting along for half a day, Lin Chao discovered that Zhao Kuo had a habit of talking about things that were unsubstantiated, and the more serious and strict he said, without leaking a little bit.Obviously he only wanted to say a name casually, but he chose to name three or four people, each of whom spoke clearly, for fear that others would not believe it.The gentleman who taught piano and miscellaneous studies talked about this matter, which was subtle and weird, but it became reasonable and reasonable when it involved hometown and experience.The only person who can be seized by people and criticize the government's government is the Imperial Academy Jijiu.The Imperial College students would die if they didn't speak. As their leader, even if Yang Qingshan broke his mouth, no one could stop him.There is no way this hat can be put back on.

Lin Chao said with a smile: "No matter how much rain there is, tea is tea. After drinking it, it will be empty in no time. It's better to have two dry steamed buns. You can't even have some coarse grains in the palace, can you?"

"Maybe there is a kitchen for the rough envoy's servants."

Seeing that Zhao Kuo seemed to be getting angry, Lin Chao was very happy.

A weird atmosphere was brewing between the two, and the servant who had been ordered to serve tea bowed forward.A celadon cup is placed on a mahogany carved lacquer tray, and the white button is carefully carved into the shape of a lotus flower, matching the lotus leaf pattern below.

despair.

The lacquer plate is placed on the table case.The boy backed away.

Lin Chao coughed, the tea was still hot and he couldn't drink it.What's more, what he originally kept was just to amuse the children, but it would be embarrassing if it really came up.

Thinking about the meaning of a bit of a dilemma.

Let's say they are rude, they have already taken out the tribute tea bestowed by the emperor.If you continue to entangle, you will become yourself making trouble for no reason... Although it was originally making trouble for no reason.

"Master, please use tea." Zhao Tuo raised his eyes slightly and said respectfully.

Lin Chao swore that he was a little smug when he saw that little look in his eyes.

This is an underestimation of how shameless he is.

"I'm really... hungry..." Lin Chao picked up the porcelain cup, put it down again, and said with a sad face.

"Is this the way this king taught you to treat guests?" The adult man's deep voice interrupted Lin Chao's innocence.

King Ning was wearing a black python robe, and the loose robe covered his thin body frame like a scholar, giving him a different kind of majesty.Such a person, even if he is sick and dying, will give people the feeling that he cannot be humiliated.

Zhao Kuo was yelled at by his father, and the panic on his face showed a little no matter how he hid it.

He bowed and stepped aside, his face turning pale.

When King Ning faced Lin Chao, his previous calm and prestige disappeared, and he seemed to be just a villager who was asking Mr. Private School about his children's career.

"Tuo'er is ignorant, which embarrasses my husband."

"Where is it?" Lin Chao waved his hands again and again.Not only was he overwhelmed by King Ning's aura, but he felt a lot of guilt for this idle prince who was about to die because of the scroll he gave him.

King Ning didn't look at his own son who stood aside like a punishment, and smiled apologetically at Lin Chao: "Mr. Lao will discipline him more in the future."

Lin Chao: "It's a serious word."

Yang Qingshan, who followed King Ning into the door, was holding two vine-wood chess boxes in his hands, trying to comfort Zhao Kuo but couldn't do so.The Guozijian Jijiu finally decided to touch Zhao Kuo's forehead with a chess box, and said softly: "Your father and king are also looking forward to your well-being. Brother Qing Yun is so good that he invites you to teach you how to draw?"