C261 Unprincipled compromise

Morong Gan realized that writing as an excuse to lock Bai Qianfan in his room could not be any better. He could close the door even after half a day, and did not want to scratch it, so he sat quietly and continued to read by the side. The gentle breeze brushed against the window sill, and with a slight raise of his eyes, he could see the distant flowing clouds through the half-opened window.

She was satisfied, but Bai Qianfan was the opposite. She hated how boring it was to write so much that her hands felt sore, and Prince Chu was not satisfied, she just kept on telling her to write, and time just passed by slowly. She hadn't played with Bunny today, nor practiced any martial arts or went to the back garden, and Lv He had taught her how to play with the Cherry Blossom Beetles until she was half done. There were too many things that she couldn't even count. She angrily put down her pen and pouted as she sulked.

Morong Gan raised his head to look. Heh, his temperament was quite impressive, training was for her own good. As a dignified Princess Chu, he would inevitably have to interact with the female servants in the sect, those women were all carefully taught by his family, not to mention others, almost everyone had written in delicate calligraphy. He had seen the empress's handwritten records before, they were extremely thin and small, making him feel extremely comfortable. Even the late emperor praised them too much, he did not request Bai Qianfan to write well, but at least it was okay, he did not need to crawl like an earthworm.

Most of the time he pampered her, but when the time came, he would not give in. He stood up and took a look at the words that she had written. They were truly useless. After writing for so long, there was not a single bit of improvement. This made him very dissatisfied.

"Look," he pointed at the words with his finger, "there is no one who has written well. You can tell at a glance that he has not put his heart into it. I have already forgotten the chants I taught you. "Where did you go?"

She was already impatient, and listening to his lecturing tone, she couldn't help but get angry, "Why does the Prince want to force me to write?" My wet nurse said, "Women are not talented, but virtuous!"

"He's talking about the daughter of the Hundred Family, not you. You are the princess of Prince Chu Palace, and your writing is not on stage at all. You are making people laugh."

"If it's a joke, it's a joke. I don't mind."

"But I care. I don't want others to say that my wangfei is not progressing."

"Why do I have to improve so much? It's not like I'm taking the entrance exams for myself. I'm from the Princess Chu. I'm rich and prosperous, so why would I need to improve so much?"

In a fit of anger, Morong Gan flipped the word over and slammed it down on the table, "If you can't write well, you are not allowed to eat!"

She shouted, "No matter how I write it, you will never be satisfied with it. If you don't let me eat, then I won't grow up. Let others say that your princess is a short person!"

Morong Gan couldn't help but laugh when he heard him, she had the ability to. He had obviously angered him, but in the blink of an eye, she was able to make him laugh.

He slowed his face and kindly advised, "I won't ask you to write as much as you can, just ten times is fine. Write well. I can tell if you have used your heart or not."

Seeing that she was still unhappy, he grinded ink on the side and teased, "Look, you sure have a lot of face. A dignified Prince Chu will write ink for you."

Bai Qianfan was not in a good mood, "You asked for it, I didn't beg you to do it."

"Alright, don't be angry anymore. Hurry up and write. When you're done writing, let's eat." Seeing that she was gradually calming down, he put down the ink stick and walked to the side to pick up his book. Raising his head, he saw Hao Pingguan peeking around the door, probably looking for him for something, and turning back to look, he realised that the little girl was frowning with a look of deep hatred, but at least she was patient enough to write.

He smiled quietly and walked out quietly.

Bai Qianfan wanted to write well, and imitate the words written on the sticker. The words on the sticker were beautiful, but she still wrote ugly words, causing her to sigh in depression. This was too difficult, and when she looked again, the sand in the funnel had mostly gone, but she was unable to finish writing it over and over, she became anxious.

What should she do? Even if she couldn't finish writing it, she wouldn't give her food. Prince Chu was normally good to her, but sometimes she would just turn hostile.

She had no choice but to speed up. Once she moved faster, the words would become even uglier, not to mention that Morong Gan didn't like them, even she himself despised them. She got angry, placed down her brush, and rolled up the paper into a ball and threw it into the basket.

When she looked at the hourglass again, the sand on top was all gone, her hands were empty, the words she had written were thrown away in one breath, she felt both stifled and wronged, she was not a person who had grown up, she would just wait for death to come and live, why did she want to be a Princess Chu, why did she want to practice calligraphy, she did not like these things, she could train in martial arts, she could raise livestock, she could even weave flowers, she was not willing to write.

She felt that she was being deceived by Morong Gan. She wanted to say how good it was to be a Princess Chu, but she had to write. She might have to learn other things in the future. The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became. He pursed his lips, threw the pen on the ground, and started to cry.

If that was the case, it would be better to marry to Du Changfeng. A small official's wife who could not write had no one laughing at her.

She was so sad that she used her sleeve to wipe her tears. The ink on her robe fell on her face, mixing with her tears and turning her face into a kitten's.

Morong Gan came in and was stunned, and immediately asked: "What's wrong? Why are you crying? "

She sniffled as she cried. "My eyes are on my face, so I can cry if I want to. Can you control it?"

Heh! Morong Gan bent over to look at her, "Oh? Your eyes are already crying like rotten walnuts, you're so ugly!"

"So what if you're ugly, if you're ugly, it's still a disgrace to you!"

Morong Gan laughed out loud, and used a towel to wipe her face, "Not only is he ugly, he's even a little flower cat. If you go out like this, who would be able to recognize that it's the Princess Chu?"

She twisted her body and refused to cooperate. Her small face was dirty, but two clean tears flowed out from under her eyes. Coupled with her powerful vertical eyebrows, it made her look funny.

Morong Gan pulled her over forcefully, half threatening and half deceiving her: "If you don't let me wipe, I'll call my servant girls in. Princess Chu has become a little flower cat, I'll let them laugh."

Bai Qianfan still cared a little about face, it didn't matter if she lost face in front of Morong Gan, she had already lost a lot of face, but she did not want to let Qi Hong see her lose a lot of face, so she felt embarrassed. She stopped crying.

Morong Gan then asked her, "Tell me, why are you crying?"

Bai Qianfan held her head high, her small face tensed up, obviously the anger had not passed yet.

Morong Gan glanced at the pen on the ground, shook his head helplessly, and pulled her gently into his embrace, "If you really don't want to write, then don't write. You really know how to cry over such a small matter."

Bai Qianfan did not believe it, shshelooked at him with her big, watered eyes, "Can you really stop writing?" Previously, he was so strict with her that if she didn't finish writing, he wasn't allowed to eat. But now, she said that she wouldn't write anything at all?

"When did I lie to you?"

"If you didn't say it earlier, I would have cried for nothing."

Morong Gan rubbed her head. He despised himself in his heart, when it came to things, he would not give up halfway, but only towards her … He can't be hard, she cried. Well, all his principles are lost in Java.