Group pet Xiaopangbao: I have four big daddies

Chapter 61
Sang Zhi was wearing a small gray robe, with a hint of eagerness on his face, bending over to pick up the rice paper on the ground.

Ye Qianning frowned, why was he bullied so badly every time he saw this villain?

He lowered his head and glanced at the rice paper floating at his feet, bent down to pick it up, the font on it was neat and full of writing, Ye Qianning couldn't read all the traditional characters, so he had a rough look.

Immediately afterwards, I picked up another one, well, the writing was not the same.

"National Fortune." Zhan Chi picked up one and said.

"Did you copy it?" Ye Qianning asked.

"Well, it is really patient to be able to copy out the Datong of Beili, and the pen tip of the handwriting is strong. It seems that the Eighth Prince has practiced calligraphy a lot." Zhan Chi appreciated it.

"Copying is useless." What Ye Qianning thinks is useful is insight.

"This is wrong. It is not easy to understand Datong Luck. As the saying goes, those who work hard will gain wisdom. If you read too much, your eyes and ears will naturally be infected. The future will be limitless." Zhan Chi also read it during his school years, but he had never read it. I can watch it.

"On paper."

Ye Qianning raised his foot and walked towards the villain.

Sang Zhi picked up the rice paper one by one, wiped off the dust on the rice paper, and put it away carefully. Suddenly, his eyes darkened and he stepped on the rice paper. He was slightly taken aback and looked up.

At this time, it was the morning, the sun was rising above his head, Ye Qianning was relatively large, and he stood in front of him completely covering the sun above his head.

Sang Zhi raised his head, and the person above had his back to the sun, and he saw a dark face with unusually bright eyes staring straight at him.

Ye Qianning just stood like this, holding out the rice paper with his little hand, seeing that he hadn't made a move, couldn't help urging: "What are you doing in a daze, take it."

Only then did Sang Zhi come back to his senses, stood up, and took the rice paper over: "Thank you."

"Why do you get squeezed out every day?" Ye Qianning asked.

Sang Zhi didn't speak.

"Stop talking again, those who don't know think you are dumb." Ye Qianning felt that this child was too shy.

"Whose child are you, how dare you talk to the Eighth Prince like that." The plainclothes eunuch hurriedly followed.

"Eunuch Li." Zhan Chi walked to Ye Qianning's side.

As soon as Eunuch Li looked at the person, he immediately understood: "So it's Miss Zhanjia, it's the old servant who is blind."

"Eh...en." Zhan Chi pouted, the fat baby next to his legs hugged his arms, his appearance was really a bit of a bully.

"The Eighth Prince's homework has been picked up, let's go quickly, if you fail to hand in the homework, the master will be fined." Eunuch Li turned back and said.

"En." Sangzhi nodded.

The servant drove the car over, and Eunuch Li helped Sang Zhi get into the car.

Sang Zhi got into the car, opened the curtain with his little hand and looked at Ye Qianning.

When Ye Qianning saw him, he waved his hand and waved towards him, smiling like a flower.

There was some emotion on Sang Zhi's face, but before Ye Qianning could take a closer look, the man had already lowered the curtain, and the carriage passed by her.

"How did you know the Eighth Prince?" Zhan Chi asked.

"The Seventh Prince was bullying him last time in Changyang Palace." Ye Qianning shook his head and sighed.

"The seventh prince's mother and concubine have been honored and favored for many years, and the eighth prince is naturally incomparable. You are still young, and you don't understand these things. Let's go and eat." Zhan Chi bent over and hugged Ye Qianning smoothly.

"It's not that motherless children are like grass." Ye Qianning snorted.

Zhan Chi was surprisingly silent, the city of Kyoto has always been that mothers are more expensive by their sons, and sons are more expensive by their mothers, and the two will not be too bad for a day.

Neither, identity is just the last straw.

(End of this chapter)