They had been used to eating with Bai ruotong for a long time. They took the sweet porridge and ate it. Zhao Cheng swallowed a mouthful of porridge and was stunned. Look, it's just a bowl of light porridge water, but it's sweet in the mouth. It seems that the summer heat is much less when you swallow it.
The craftsmanship of the future Princess is much better than that of the cooks in the mansion.
After lunch, Gu Yixiu took a nap on the couch. Bai ruotong shakes a fan for him, and Gu Yixiu smiles with the cold wind from the ice.
Although Bai ruotong had never been a mother, he was called by Gu Yixiu's mother one by one and began to take care of him unconsciously.
Zhao Cheng asked the time and walked to Bai ruotong with light steps: "Miss Bai, it's time for your highness to read. Can you ask Miss White to wake up? If you go down and call, your highness will make trouble again. "
"I can't sleep for a long time. How can I get up so soon?" Bai Rutong said in surprise.
"This is what your highness ordered. He said that he was lazy and could not relax for a moment in his study." Zhao Chenghui.
"How many books does your highness read every day?" Bai asked.
Zhao Cheng thought for a moment and said, "except for the teacher's lectures, I have to read about three hours a day."
"Devil Bai ruotong's volume has increased by one degree. In ancient times, an hour was converted into two hours. Gu Yixiu read six hours a day, so he had no time to play.
No wonder Gu Yixiu has been so thin recently. It turns out that he was devastated by books.
"Miss White, your highness is doing this for the sake of your highness. Your highness is too playful to be as good as Zhang Liang when it comes to reading. Don't you worry? "
Zhao Cheng reluctantly smiles and explains.
With a flat mouth, Bai ruotong looks at Gu Yixiu, who is sleeping sweetly. How can royal children be so good? If they are common people's children, they may not be playing with mud and catching pheasants. Pity touched Gu Yixiu's forehead, Bai Rutong gently aroused him.
"Your Highness, it's time to get up."
If the eyelashes of a PU fan tremble, Gu Yixiu opens his sleepy eyes and sits up. Looking at Zhao Cheng standing on one side, he said with a small mouth: "Today my mother is here, do you have to study?"
Bai ruotong doesn't want to force Gu Yixiu, but now she hasn't married. Although Gu Yixiu calls her mother, she and Gu Yanqing are still in the same boat. How dare she take charge of other people's family affairs.
"Your father is doing it for your own good. Since he ordered you to do it, just do it. How about your mother accompanying you to finish your homework?" Bai ruotong's words were as gentle as honey. Gu Yixiu blinked, bent his eyebrows and nodded his head cleverly.
Taking Gu Yixiu to his study, Bai ruotong sat and watched him climb up the bench and sit in front of the desk, reading and writing.
His action of holding the wolf's hair is quite similar to Gu Yanqing's. Bai ruotong looks at it and suddenly asks: whose child is Gu Yixiu?
Although the novel shows that he is not Gu Yanqing's own child, it does not tell where he came from. Gu Yanqing's love for an adopted son must be unusual between his parents and Gu Yanqing.
Just thinking about it, Gu Yixiu suddenly dropped the wolf's hair and raised himself heavily.
"What's the matter, your highness?"
Bai Rutong went with him and asked anxiously.
"No matter how I write, I can't write well. My father said that I am the worst writer in the world."
Gu Yixiu's eyes hang down on the table. Bai ruotong twists the rice paper on the table. The characters on the paper are regular. Although his calligraphy lacks natural and unrestrained, he pays attention to every stroke: "listen to your father's nonsense, your handwriting is much better than mine. Your father is cheating you."