Chapter 179： Make brushes for the little prince

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"With his current strength, dealing with a country is tantamount to hitting a stone with a pebble."

The little kingfisher agreed wholeheartedly: "That's why he shows his kindness to the master, wins the master as much as possible, and uses it for him."

"Why did he win me a girl?"

Su Qingluo didn't take it seriously: "Could it be possible that he knows that I'm the reincarnation of the God of War, that I'm best at military strategy and have unstoppable bravery?"

"He dares to swallow the ice soul cold lotus, he is definitely not someone who will take it easy."

The little kingfisher reminded softly: "The master should be careful, don't get too close to him, so as not to be troubled."

"No problem."

Su Qingluo smiled lightly: "He has an enmity with Beiming, and our interests are consistent with ours. At least there will be no conflict in dealing with the Black Wolf Guard."

"As for the others, I'm still young now, so I won't get into it too deeply. Even if there are some business contacts, they are just cooperative relationships without any harm."

"It's good that the master knows it well."

The little kingfisher was relieved, and happily flapped its small wings a few times, curled up into a small ball, and took a nap beside the pillow.

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"Sister, Xuan'er also wants to write."

The little prince couldn't hear the conversation of one person and one bird. Seeing that his sister didn't write for a long time, he was a little puzzled, and stretched out his little hand to grab the brush in his sister's hand.

"Okay, my sister will teach Xuan'er how to write."

Su Qingluo came back to her senses, picked up Xiaomengbao with a smile, put him on her lap, held his hand with her right hand, and taught him to practice calligraphy stroke by stroke.

The little cute baby clings to her sister happily, smelling the sweet fragrance that belongs only to her little daughter, her beautiful heart is bubbling.

"Xuan, son."

Su Qingluo held the little prince's hand and taught him to write his own name. The barrel of the pen is too thick, the little prince can't hold the pen, and it takes a lot of effort to write.

After writing for a while, the pink and tender short hands, the inner finger pads were rubbed red, the little Mengbao shriveled her mouth, and tears swirled in her eyes.

"Xuan'er, I won't write today. My sister will make you some smaller and thinner brushes that are suitable for you."

Su Qingluo took out the ointment from the storage ring, and applied it to his reddened fingers.

The ointment was cool and refreshing, and the redness of the fingertips disappeared soon after it was applied. The little prince started to yawn as the rain turned fine, and he hugged his sister.

Su Qing smiled, washed himself up, and coaxed him to sleep. Sit back at the desk and finish the homework assigned by the master.

**

The night was deep, and the little prince slept peacefully. Su Qingluo sharpened the pen holder with a knife by the help of a weak candle.

Shave your brush to a thickness suitable for the little prince.

"Master, you really love this little guy, you don't sleep at night, sharpen the penholder for him."

The little kingfisher poked its head out from its feathers, opened its eyelids to look at its little master, and yawned.

Su Qingluo smiled warmly: "Xiao Tuanzi, who was raised since childhood, is almost like my own brother I don't want him to be wronged."

You are not raising a younger brother, you are raising a cute pet!

The little kingfisher complained secretly.

"alright."

The barrel of the pen is well sharpened, the size, length, and thickness are moderate, which is just right for the little prince's delicate hands.

Su Qingluo put down the knife, looked at his masterpiece with a smile, took out the lubricant from the storage ring, applied a thick layer on the pen holder, and put the newly completed brush on the desk to dry.

"Go to sleep."

Stretching comfortably, she blew out the candles, lay down with all her clothes on, pulled the quilt over, and closed her eyes peacefully.

The soft starlight pierced through the window sills, and scattered on the bed, enveloping the petite girl.

The little kingfisher flapped its wings and jumped onto the heart of the little master, curling up into a ball happily.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^