On the correct way for little fairies to descend from heaven

Chapter 5 5. The crime of being pregnant

The technique of making ink sticks was taught by her father.

Yun Zhaozhao's father's hobby is doing handicrafts.

The little girl looked at Master Guoshi with a smile.

"You can do whatever you want." Mo Yuxian responded indifferently, not reassuring.

But Yun Zhaozhao was already planning to find a day to call Shang Duanhong to help her go up the mountain to cut pine trees.

To give to the beautiful brother, no, the ink stick of the master of the country must be done well.

Yun Zhaozhao has completely forgotten the bad behavior of someone throwing her out not long ago.

If the sisters found out, they would definitely exclaim: "The little witch has changed her temper!" Before this matter was put to rest, Yun Zhaozhao would have to rush to someone's house and lift the roof off.

Therefore, Yun Zhaozhao would not remember to take revenge at all in the face of beauty.

Mo Yuxian asked again: "Can you read?"

Yun Zhaozhao nodded.

"Look at this." Mo Yuxian pushed the book over.

"It's not as good as it is to keep it full. It's not as good as it is. To keep it sharp, you can't keep it forever. If you are full of gold and jade, you can't keep it; if you are rich and proud, you will blame yourself. The merits are retired, and the way of heaven is also." Yun Zhaozhao read. Come out, "It's "Tao Te Ching" Chapter 9."

"Read it?" Mo Yuxian was really surprised at the moment, "Tao Te Ching" is the most obscure, what kind of master would teach this book to a little girl who hasn't grown up yet?

"When one thing is done successfully, you have to hold back and hold back your guilt. Don't let your sharpness become a sharp edge that others can use against you. My lord, am I right?" The little girl smiled, He raised his face with a look of begging for praise.

"That's right, it seems that you still have some roots." Mo Yuxian couldn't help it, reached out and touched the top of the furry head, and then withdrew his palm, not close, and even a little alienated.

Mo Yuxian secretly sighed, it feels good.

Being praised, Yun Zhaozhao stuck out his tongue.

When I was a child, my husband was indeed invited at home, but since she was always sneaking out, it was left behind in the end.

But she couldn't help but she was born with an extremely strong memory. What the husband said, once it was heard, she would never forget it.So Yun Zhaozhao still has some ink in his stomach.

Mo Yuxian stopped talking, picked up the brush and started to do business.Yun Zhaozhao also kept her mouth shut knowingly, and resigned herself to refilling tea and pouring water. Fortunately, she had done these things for her father when she was at home, so she was quite handy.

As twilight faded, Yun Zhaozhao lit the lamp, Mo Yuxian closed the book, rubbed the space between his brows: "Wash your hands, and go to the front hall for dinner."

"Oh." Yun Zhaozhao put down the ink stick, picked up his pace, and planned to leave.

"You don't have to come here tomorrow, you are allowed a day off, and Mingyue will take you out of the house to buy some clothes." Mo Yuxian said again.

Can she go out now?

Yun Zhaozhao rolled his eyes, and suddenly remembered something: "My lord, can I call Brother Shang Duanhong?"

Mo Yuxian rubbed her hand between her brows and nodded.

After getting the answer, Yun Zhaozhao was in a good mood, and even jumped up and down when he walked.

The little girl walked through the corridor and came to the front yard. Duanhong and a woman were dancing swords—it was a woman, but it was not very obvious.She was wearing the same black long gown as Duanhong, her long hair was tied up high, and her ponytail spread out in the night wind, swaying arcs one after another with her figure, dyed in the color of the setting sun, beautiful and handsome.

Seeing Yun Zhaozhao, Duanhong stopped his movements, threw the long sword upwards, and then fell firmly into the scabbard.

　☆Little Theater☆
　　Yun Zhaozhao: Father, I will grind ink for you.

　　Father Yun: My daughter is really sensible~
　　Yun Zhaozhao: Dad, let me press your shoulders.

　　Daddy Yun: My daughter is a little fairy~
　　Yun Zhaozhao: Father, I...

　　Father Yun: (with a big wave of his hand) Everything my daughter says is right!

　　Yun Zhaozhao: Oh, well, I took your Longjing to feed the fish.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)