After she read the words above, she put the note into a sugar bag.
Then he picked up the pastry on the table and walked out.
Xiao Hua whispered
"Host, do you want to help the First Prince?"
"Don't want to help"
"But, host, according to the books that Xiaohua read, if you are worthless, you will most likely be silenced."
Su Yan thought it made sense, because she had read all the books Xiao Hua read.
Whisper
"Then I help him?"
After all, only by holding on to your life can you continue the mission.
"But the Third Highness trusts you so much now, if he finds out that you are a spy, he will be very sad."
"Then what to do?"
Su Yan has no experience, and she rarely even lies, let alone being a spy.
Xiao Hua considered it carefully for a while
"Uh...how about the host forge a copy?"
As soon as the words fell, one person and one system all felt that this idea was very good. In this way, wouldn't it be possible to complete the task without making His Highness sad
A novice with no practical experience, and a system with no actual combat experience, the conversation between the two seems like two mentally retarded.
Su Yan returned to the bedroom, and walked in with the plate of pastries.
Although Xuanyuan Yonghao said to eat cakes every time, most of them fell into Su Yan's stomach.
So much so that this time, Su Yan deliberately picked what he liked to serve.
When Su Yan came in, Xuanyuan Yonghao was practicing calligraphy.
She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of a fatal question
She can't write calligraphy.
Can't write, how to forge?
So, he unconsciously walked towards Xuanyuan Yongzhen, looking at the words he wrote.
It's beautiful and sharp.
Each stroke has a powerful edge, but at a glance, it gives people a majestic feeling.
She stood by and watched helplessly, she...can't write.
It was probably because her eyes were staring at the rice paper, which was a rare expression of emotion.
Xuanyuan Yonghao glanced at her, and couldn't help curling up the corners of his lips
"Do you recognize it?"
Su Yan nodded
"Su Yan"
With a soft voice, she read the words on the paper.
A light flashed in Xuanyuan Yongzhen's eyes, and he wrote four more words from the side
"How many of these?"
"Xuanyuan Yonghao."
She read it very seriously, and felt a burning gaze staring at her after she finished reading, and she raised her head to meet his gaze.
He looked at her for a long time before speaking again
"Come here, you write for me."
Su Yan stood by and hesitated, she had never learned a brush before.
But...it should be about the same, right
Thinking of this, she put down the pastry in her hand and walked over.
He took the brush in his hand, and before he wrote it, he couldn't help but look at him eagerly.
Xuanyuan Yonghao was looking forward to it.
From the usual conversation, it can be seen that although the little maid is dumbfounded, she has some ink in her stomach.
She can understand some of the allusive words he mentioned.
It can be seen that he has been taught by the teacher.
It is said that words are like people.
He wanted to see if the handwriting she wrote was normal to her.
Waited for a while.
Su Yan finished writing her name seriously.
As soon as I finished writing, there was laughter next to me.
Someone put his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulders, looking down at the crooked and dog-like fonts on the rice paper, smiling very heartily.
Su Yan put down the brush and picked up the rice paper, especially when compared with the words next to it, it was really ugly and horrible.
She watched with watery eyes, her cheeks were a little red,
Whisper it
"I can't write."
Xuanyuan Yonghao asked with a smile
"Mr. Teacher only teaches you how to read, but not how to write?"