With a bit of guilt towards Darren, Feng Jing spent three days writing the 1,000-word self-criticism. It's not that she didn't think about asking the maid around her to help, but the kind maid only Hui said in a good-looking manner for Her Highness the Princess: "Your Highness, the confession to the Holy See needs to be sincere. If you want the Lord to forgive your mistakes, you can only let Her Highness do the task assigned by the Bishop with a sincere heart."
Yes, the people here, no one will doubt the words of the people of the Holy See.
The scenery endured, and she had to use her short hands to flip through the dictionary while perfecting her 1,000-word self-criticism. As for Darren who was accidentally pushed into the water by her... Well, Darren is a prisoner of the Holy See, even if If the scene hadn't been brought out like this, Darren would only die worse on the gallows.
After finishing writing the self-criticism, he had to hand it over to Herman for review. Herman was always strict in his work. If he wanted to fool around in front of him, it would be impossible. This is why Fengguang could really calm down. The reason for writing the review word by word, if she was perfunctory, she would definitely have to accept a worse punishment.
In the quiet afternoon, Herman sat in the flower garden, looked down at the paper in his hand and said nothing, and in his other hand was a quill pen.
When he read the self-criticism written by Fengguang a few minutes ago, he kept such a quiet state, and Fengguang also stood obediently, it was rare for him to be so disturbed.
After a long time, Herman put down the things in his hands, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness the Princess."
"Yes!" After a trembling, Fengjing immediately responded positively.
"I have marked the typos in the article for you. After I go back, I hope Her Royal Highness can copy each wrong word twenty times."
Feng Feng's expression turned bitter all of a sudden, and she replied without much energy, "Oh..."
Originally, she thought that she couldn't deal with him, but now, she had to deal with it. Even the literature teacher the king found for her was never so strict.
"Your Highness, you can leave now."
"Yes..." Guangming stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and picked up the self-criticism book on the table. Her expression can probably be described as loveless. People who don't like to study have never liked to copy words. this kind of thing.
But her parents have also told her to try not to conflict with the Holy See, and she doesn't want to make it difficult for her parents. Although she is often confused about small things, she still understands a lot about big things, for example, In the Kingdom of Summer, the power of the Holy See has already caught up with the power of the royal family.
Just as Feng Guang turned around and was about to leave, he saw a few people escorting a man over. This young man's face was ashen, as if he already felt that a catastrophe was imminent.
Wouldn't it be another one who wanted to assassinate the pope
"My lord bishop." A monk said, "We have captured this deserter."
"Ai Luo." Herman's expressionless gaze shifted to the young man being detained, "You are a private first class, why did you run away?"
Look, even he has such a superior attitude when he says the question.
"I am a member of the army..." The man named Ai Luo showed anger on his face, "My duty should be to kill the enemy on the battlefield, not to protect a little girl of the royal family!"