C19 Face to Face(part I)

When the Third Prince heard Ning Xiaoman say that she knew the cause of his illness, he immediately focused on listening. He also wanted to know the reason why he had become a stutterer. When he was young, his speech had been smooth.

"Do what you did just now again."

The Third Prince thought about what he had just done and didn't know what action he had made. Write? He wrote a few words on a piece of white paper, causing Ning Xiaoman to shake her head. Third Prince continued to ponder, but he was still unable to come up with an answer.

"You just turned the brush."

Ning Xiaoman reminded him that just as he turned the brush in his hand, the Third Prince really didn't notice that he did so. He turned the brush in a circle and flung out the ink.

"Not with this hand, you used the hand."

Ning Xiaoman pointed at the Third Prince's left hand, and his expression darkened. He turned around and ignored Ning Xiaoman, ignoring the ink on his body.

"What? Why are you suddenly so angry?"

Seeing how the Third Prince had suddenly turned a blind eye to her, Ning Xiaoman wasn't sure what he was thinking. Did she say something wrong just now? She carefully thought about it and confirmed that she hadn't.

"Your Highness, you can say whatever you want, but this isn't the time for you to be angry. We have to find the cause of your illness, and this servant can confirm where your illness came from, and then we can take the correct method to correct it."

Ning Xiaoman had no way to deal with the Third Prince, who had suddenly gotten angry. She couldn't hit him, and she couldn't scold him, and he didn't even say a word. If you wanted to argue with him, there was no need to argue, he wouldn't treat you as food.

Ning Xiaoman felt a headache coming on. Perhaps she should just let him off the hook like this. Anyway, she couldn't stay by his side for her whole life. After she left the palace, would he still remember her after all this time? Why did he have to make things difficult for himself? Wasn't it good to just leave the palace without doing anything?

It was not that he did not want to rise to prominence, it was just that he did not want to be recognized by his father. It was just that it was just a matter of luck that made people proud.

"Your Highness, you can't escape. You have to learn to face it. Whatever life gives us, no matter if it's hardship or pleasure, no matter it's hard or smooth, it's all wealth. In short, we have to make use of everything life has given us to help us grow up."

Ning Xiaoman walked to the opposite side of the desk and bent down to look at the Third Prince's face.

"Difficulties are not necessarily a bad thing. It can make us stronger, and it is not necessarily a good thing to have fun. It is possible for it to lose our minds, so we cannot lower our heads to life."

She could only patiently advise him. Although she could live a life of luxury, and teaching the Third Prince wasn't her responsibility, she just couldn't be at ease because she didn't want to worry about this youth who had suffered too much. She wanted to help him.

"Your Highness, although we haven't known each other for long, I can see that you are not someone who would stoop to depravity. Otherwise, you wouldn't need to walk around this study room every day and read and write in boredom. You want to make some achievements, not only for others to see, but for yourself as well."

He didn't know how Ning Xiaoman, who had not even been with him for a month, saw through his thoughts. He thought she would be like most people and see him holed up in his study, thinking that there was nothing for him to do, that no one was there, that he had nothing to do, that he had nothing to do.

Third Prince, since you want to do it, then we will do the best we can. You can continue to practice your martial arts with injuries every day, study the characters without missing a beat, and this kind of tenacity is something many people can't achieve. Then, are we afraid of talking?

He had to admit that the little girl opposite him had mustered up the courage of the Third Prince. He finally wanted to face the past that he could not. He couldn't let a little girl look down on him.

He couldn't see his mufei, being despised by his father, being rejected by his brothers and sisters, being stepped on by the servants, being thrown into the courtyard in the corner of the prince's courtyard. Was there anything more frightening than this? No, since it was already the worst, why couldn't he face it?

"Xiaoman, don't be angry. I'll show you what you want to see."

The Third Prince quickly wrote this sentence on a piece of paper and then used his left hand to turn the brush. His posture was calm and free, and not a bit of ink was thrown out.

"You're actually left-handed. I've said it before, it must be because of this. Third Prince, think carefully. Did you force yourself to use your right hand because you didn't want to use your left hand before?"

Ever since Ning Xiaoman had served the Third Prince, she had not seen him use his left hand, so she was very confident.