Host, You're Targeted

As soon as the Spring Festival is over, the weather begins to warm up.

Yan Huai's master bedroom in front of a square stone table, the table fell pink peach petals.

As soon as they returned to Beiyuan, they sat down on the stone table.

"TingYang, go get the ink and inkstone."

TingYang answered and went to the study to prepare.

Tingyuan climbed onto the stone bench and sat, shaking his short legs just lying on the table.

He took a look at Yan Huai, found that Yan Huai was reading the book on the table, secretly drove up a peach blossom petals.

The petals were crushed by him, leaving pink evidence of guilt on his fingertips.

Tingyuan hung down his hand with a guilty heart, but his tail swayed quietly without his knowledge.

Yan Huai can't read the book at all. In fact, he has been paying attention to every move of Tingyuan.

Tingyuan thought Yan Huai didn't see it. After sitting quietly for a while, he couldn't sit still.

He put two fleshy little claws on the table and began to blow the petals on the table.

The pink petals were floating, and he blew them all over the place.

At the beginning, the court yuan will converge a little, paying attention to Yan Huai's behavior.

Later, when he was happy, Tingyuan stretched out his arm to gather all the petals together, and then picked up those petals and sprinkled them.

"Petals! Hey, hey, hey Tingyuan is shaking her feet happily.

Yan Huai finally put down the book in his hand, put one hand on the stone table and looked down at him.

After throwing the petals, Tingyuan happily turned to see Yan Huai.

There was no expression on Yan Huai's face. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

The smile on Tingyuan's face solidified, and the tail behind him was no longer swinging.

He bowed his head, put his little meat hand down on the table and nervously wrapped his fingers.

Just then TingYang came back with something.

Tingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sharpen the ink." Yan huaiduan started his book, "TingYang, you teach him."

"Yes." TingYang put the sword on the table, picked up the graphite and inkstone, and motioned to Tingyuan to see, "Tingyuan, you have a good look. You should grind it like this. Be careful, not too fast or too slow."

Tingyuan watched TingYang's demonstration for a while, then raised his hand and said he would.

It's just grinding ink! What's so hard about this?

Tingyuan pulled up his slightly long sleeve and reached for the inkstone.

However, he forgot that he was still a child.

He can get inkstone and graphite, but it is not difficult to grind it as well as TingYang.

"Come on." TingYang took up the sword and stood aside to cheer for Tingyuan.

Tingyuan held graphite in one hand and pulled the sleeve up again, revealing a thin arm.

He doesn't believe this evil, he can!

Thinking in this way, Tingyuan's small meat hand held the inkstone and tried to grind the ink.

Tingyuan is still like a child. He can only get a table and can't polish ink well.

When he tried hard, his whole face was exerting force. I could see that he wanted to study hard.

But Ting Yang stood opposite him with his sword in his arms, and he still laughed rudely.

Yan Huai put down the book in his hand, also looked at him to grind ink.

Both of them stare at themselves, and Tingyuan's face is red with grinding, and he fails.

"It's all because the table is too high." Court yuan holds graphite aggrieved ground to look at Yan Huai, "childe, this is too high."

Children with their own cute skills can't stand it.

Tingyuan thinks so, but forgets that Yan Huai is not a person at all.

He is a fox!

"The table is too high. Put it on the stool." Yan Huai said.