That said, after I swore to my mom and dad that day, I planned in my heart to run to the study immediately the next day to write a superb poem and give that dead old man a downward spiral, but I didn t know that ...... the world was unpredictable.
　　At c.m., the little mosquito and I were told to get up.
　　When the little mosquito came to call me, I would have killed myself not to get up, but the little mosquito's cool two words [mediocrity], I immediately jumped up as if I was nailed. Wash your face, rinse your mouth and prepare to be greatly amazed once that day.
　　But by the end of the day, I ended up not even having the strength to walk, never mind go to any study.
　　We did nothing else all day but practice martial arts~!
　　Is it good to practice martial arts? Of course it's not good practice.
　　Have I practiced before? Of course not.
　　Am I now a natural born martial arts practitioner? Of course not.
　　Can I understand a bunch of language and unheard of martial arts terminology? Of course not.
　　The most annoying thing is that the old man is dictating, who can remember?
　　When I'm subtle and play cute and say I can't remember, the dead old man just looks at me again with the look of I knew you were mediocre.
　　I was so angry I broke on the spot and yelled at him, "I'm only four years old, who remembers this crap!"
　　I cried and thought internally, "I'm NN years old, but I still can't remember it.
　　To summarize, can I be a child prodigy in the eyes of dead old men and little mosquitoes? Of course not!
　　Not only not, a day down, I did not learn anything, and tired and aggrieved, finally sad wow cry. Little mosquito is more conscientious, without saying a word to hold me back to the room, let little red little green prepare my favorite food to compensate me. And that dead old man just more sure that I am mediocre this point of view.
　　The next day, repeat the process.
　　On the third day, ditto.
　　......
　　In a flash 3 months have passed and my 5th birthday has come and gone.
　　During this time, I experienced inhuman suffering.
　　I had to learn what the old man gave me every day. But because I couldn't do it at all, I was forced to practice martial arts for nine hours every day. I was often punished by my grandfather for not being able to memorize the so-called martial arts techniques. In the hot sun, I was half squatting at the age of four, repeating the martial arts instructions, occasionally receiving the surprised eyes of passing subordinates and the relentless taunts of small mosquitoes, which was really incomparably miserable.
　　In the end the young me gave in to the shameless little mosquito so that I could continue to live.
　　Inwardly dripping blood, I promised to give him all my previous treasures;
　　Condescendingly, he promised to act as his maiden in the future when he didn't have one;
　　He generously promised him that he would not be allowed to steal his father, mother and dead old man from him in the future;
　　And so on ...... a total of 20 ......
　　The little mosquito finally proudly helped me to make up, and finally my "martial arts" has made a small progress.
　　However, I also recognized a cruel fact ----- In the words of the dead old man and the little mosquito, I am still really a mediocre talent without talent.
　　I endure humiliation, until I 3 months after my fifth birthday today, I plan to implement. After my careful observation, the dead old man to the little mosquito and my attitude that is a world of difference, the breakthrough of my plan is the little mosquito.
　　I last time to the old man roared when he specified his patriarchal is really the deepest sin, poor me is the victim of this twisted thinking, and do not let me into the study to learn to paint that is to kill me towards the seedling. Dead old man calmly answered me, this is not patriarchal, this is the love of talent, according to the talent to teach.
　　I spit out blood in anger while silently admitting that his mouth was so poisonous and that I was losing yet another battle!
　　I shamelessly asked Mosquito for my 5th birthday present yesterday. With a bitchy look on his face that was waiting for you, he said yes, but in exchange for a gift from everyone else who gave it to me. I was so heartbroken that I agreed and kept repeating to myself that money is nothing. So handsome father, demon girl, my two aunts and brothers and sisters, grandfather, red, green and verdant gifts I did not even see, all of them into the pockets of the little mosquito.
　　Now, I stood in the study after all the hard work.
　　That's right, my birthday present is to be able to go into the study for one hour every day, and to find a painter to teach me how to paint. I don't know what Little Mosquito said to the dead old man, but the dead old man agreed.
　　My tears almost didn't come out. I thought that in my 30 years of life, I had never been able to run away from such locations as the study, how could I be so happy that I wanted to cry when I entered a study now. Why is my life so miserable~!
　　I lamented as I searched for paper, ink, pen and ink to quickly write the family letter. That's right.
　　The previous vow of being a prodigy has long been intentionally ignored by me. I am now just going to hurry back to the Feng Wang Mansion and continue to be my rich and noble county princess. The demoness can do whatever she wants, she's much better than the dead old man anyways.
　　I quickly wielded the brush!
　　I've been writing calligraphy since I was five years old, and this time I set out to make a hit!
　　A long letter telling Daddy Handsome how much I miss him and that I want to go home. Then write a letter to the demoness to tell her how miserable I am here, how bad my life is. Writing, remembering that my handsome father usually really pampered me a hundred times, and I am now being treated as a small grass situation is simply a world of difference, more and more miss the handsome father and the demoness.
　　I wrote two letters because I still had to save face for Grandpa and the demon girl, after all, my handsome father had too many wives, and Grandpa was still my backstage.
　　When the dead old man and the little mosquito saw my thick family letter, a flash of surprise flashed across the two faces.
　　I was pleased in my mind.
　　Haha, you know I'm a prodigy! I came out on top!
　　But the two quickly regained their composure and didn't show it at all. I'm depressed again ......
　　Is this a world where a 5-year-old can read so many words? Can you write letters already?
　　When the dead old man took a closer look at the distorted letter I wrote to the demon girl, he broke on the spot, his face contorted to the point of no return~!
　　I was so cool. In my heart, I shouted furiously that it was best to be angry with him!
　　Wanting to be sure, he and I had another war of words, and in the end he promised to deliver my mail in the future, while I promised to give a factual account of my living conditions in the future.
　　Five days later, I received a letter back from Daddy Handsome.
　　Daddy Handsome said he missed me too and reassured me that Grandpa was really a tough guy to learn more from. And Daddy took care of his business and would pick me up and bring me home soon.
　　Six days later, I received a reply from the Demoness, and all that was written were words of gloating, mainly stating that she already knew I was a mediocrity and telling me that the stupid bird flies first.
　　But these two couples had the good sense to ask me the same question at the end, "Who wrote the letter for you?"
　　When I saw it, I was in tears and wanted to say that someone in the world finally recognizes genius and that my day has finally come!
　　---------------------------------------------------
　　Time flies, and the years go by like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, it's been 3 years since I came to the Zhen Guo Gongfu.
　　I'd say I've still had a watery, miserable 3 years.
　　With six hours of martial arts classes and two hours of cultural classes 　　every day, getting up early and going home late, the days were more miserable than asceticism.
　　Among other things, he had to endure the taunts of the dead old man and the blackmail of the little mosquito.
　　I've made some small gains in my martial arts, I can now jump up into trees and break a small tree with a single punch, but it's still a far cry from Little Mosquito, a natural-born wizard.
　　Thanks to my perseverance, I also finally drew the portraits of mom, dad and Feifei, although they didn't look like each other in any way, but they were better than nothing. So I went from praying with my eyes closed every morning to looking at the three portraits every morning.
　　I had thought that Daddy Handsome would soon take me back to the royal family, but I didn't realize that it would be more than 3 years.
　　Father did write letters and send gifts frequently. The most common thing he mentioned in his letters was that I was worthy of being his daughter, and that I could think clearly and write fluently at such a young age. After father's deliberate bragging, now everyone in the capital knows that the rich county princess temporarily living in the Zhen Guo Gongfu is able to write at the age of five and has a good hand at writing. I was so excited to read it that I took daddy's letter and showed it off in the Duke of Zhen's Mansion. Maybe because before everyone has the impression that I am mediocre, no one in the house even expressed their admiration to me, angry me every time I think of this, I secretly scolded the dead old man a pass.
　　The demon girl, on the other hand, wrote from time to time, basically bragging to me about her eating, drinking, and having fun since I left. Then told me that if I were as good as her, I wouldn't have to hide in the Zhen Guo Gongfu, so I need to learn martial arts faster.
　　I was very touched when I read it. It was a very skillful way to encourage me!
　　I know, it's really my mom.
　　And in these 3 years or so, I have gradually learned from the little mosquitoes, as well as from the letters of my father and the demoness, why there were so many people chasing us back then, plus why I was sent to the Zhenguo Gongfu.
　　As it turns out, the current emperor is over 50 years old and has no heir. My handsome father and the Third Prince, whom I've never met, are the candidates for the crown prince.
　　My family is a Zhen Guo Gong (dead old man) and a left prime minister (big brother's grandfather) backing, but the three princes themselves are a heavy-handed general and the right prime minister and the empress dowager backing.
　　The killers I met were not killers, but kidnappers who wanted to kidnap me to threaten Handsome Daddy and Little Mosquito to threaten Dead Old Man. As we all know, I am daddy's heart and little mosquito is dead old man's treasure. Sent me and the little mosquito is probably the dead old man and the demoness begged the holy decree, in addition to let us learn the dead old man's supreme martial arts, the most important thing is that he is here heavily guarded, safer.
　　After I learned the truth, I was even more remorseful. I should have known that I wouldn't be my father's heart, and I was just trying to survive!
　　However, it's done and I can only be bitter-sweet about it, which is what I do most often now:
　　Drawing pictures of dead old men and little mosquitoes, using the experience I've gained from reading countless comics to give them incredibly grotesque faces that match theirs, and then hanging them up in their rooms every time so that they can see them as soon as they get back to their rooms, pissing them off.
　　When practicing martial arts, he jumped up and down, saying that he was practicing light kung fu actually wanted to go out of the house to have fun, but every time he was stopped by a whole bunch of secret servants.
　　Go to the kitchen and make the homemade Szechuan dish that dead old men who are afraid of spicy food can't eat.
　　Day after day, I practiced my voice with the old man and the little mosquito.

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