Chapter 102: The prince is very sick 28

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When she finished reading the words, she put the note in a sugar bag.
Then pick up the pastries on the table and go out.
Floret
"Host, will you help the great prince?"
"Don't want to help"
"But the host, according to the books that Xiaohua read, proves that if you have no value, you are likely to be killed.
Su Yan seemed to make sense, because she read all the books Xiaohua read.
Whisper
"Then I help him?"
After all, hold on to Xiaoming to continue the mission.
"But His Highness now believes you so much, and it will be sad if he finds out that you are careful."
"What then?"
Su Yan has no experience. She rarely lied, let alone spy.
Xiaohua pondered for a while
"Uh ... why the host forged a copy?"
As soon as the voice fell, everyone and the system felt that the idea was very good. In this way, wouldn't it be possible to complete the task and not let His Highness be sad?
A small work, a system with no actual combat experience, the dialogue between the two seems like two mental retardation.
Su Yan returned to the dormitory and walked in holding the plate of pastries.
Although every time Xuanyuan Yongzheng said that he wanted to eat cakes, most of them entered Su Yan's stomach.
So this time, Su Yan deliberately picked his favorite food.
When Su Yan came in, Xuanyuan Yongzheng was practicing calligraphy.
For a moment, she suddenly thought of a fatal problem
She doesn't write brush writing.
Can't write, how to forge? ?
As a result, he walked unconsciously toward Xuanyuan Yongyu, watching the words he wrote.
It's beautiful and sharp.
With a strong stroke in a stroke, but looking at it once again gave a magnificent feeling.
She stood beside and stared at her with eager eyes. She could not write.
Probably her eyes stared at the rare expression of Xuan paper.
Xuanyuan Yongzhu glanced at her, and couldn't help the lips
"Do you recognize it?"
Su Yan nodded
"Su Yan"
Her soft voice read the words on the paper.
There was a flash of light in Xuanyuan Yongzheng's eyes, and he wrote four words from the side
"How about these?"
"Xuanyuan forever."
She read it out very seriously. After reading it, she felt a burning stare at her, and she raised her head to look at him.
He looked at her for a long time, and then spoke again
"Come here, write to me."
Su Yan stood beside and hesitated. She had never learned writing brushes.
But ... shouldn't it be?
Thinking so, she put down her pastry and walked over.
He took the writing brush in his hand, and before he wrote it, he couldn't help but glance at him.
Xuanyuan Yongzheng is a little looking forward.
From the conversations on weekdays, it can be seen that although this little niece is dull, there is a little ink in his stomach.
She could understand some of the allusions he mentioned.
It can be seen that he has been taught by Mr. Shushu.
They say that the words are like their own.
He wanted to see if the words she wrote were like her.
Waited for a while.
Su Yan seriously wrote his name.
As soon as I finished writing, there was a laughter beside me.
Someone was holding her, resting her head on her shoulder, and staring at the crooked dog-like font on rice paper with a smile.
Su Yan put down his writing brush, picked up the piece of rice paper, and compared it with the characters next to it. That was really ugly.
Her watering eyes looked, her cheeks were a little red,
Whisper
"I can't write."
Xuanyuan Yongzheng smiled and asked
"Mr. Teaches only teaches you to read characters, not teach you to write?"