Chapter 103: The prince is very sick 28

When she finished reading the words on it, she put the note into the sugar bag.
Then he picked up the cakes on the table and walked out.
Xiaohua whispered
"Host, do you want to help the prince?"
"Don't want to help"
"But, the host, according to the books Xiaohua read, if you have no value, you will most likely be wiped out."
Su Yan sounded reasonable, because she read all the books Xiaohua read.
Whisper
"Then I help him?"
After all, you can continue the mission by holding on to your life.
"But the third majesty believes in you so much now. If he finds out that you are careful, it will be very sad.
"Then what to do?"
Su Yan has no experience, she rarely lied, let alone be a spy.
Xiao Hua thought about it for a while
"Uh, should the host forge a copy?"
As soon as the voice fell, one person and one system felt that this idea was very good. In this way, wouldn't it be possible to complete the task without making the three highness sad?
A meticulous Xiaobai, a system with no actual combat experience, the dialogue between the two seemed like two mentally retarded.
Su Yan returned to the bedroom and walked in with the plate of pastries.
Every time Xuanyuan Yonghao said that he wanted to eat pastries, most of them entered Su Yan's stomach.
So this time, Su Yan deliberately picked what he liked to eat.
When Su Yan came in, Xuanyuan Yonghao was practicing calligraphy.
She was startled for a moment, and suddenly thought of a fatal problem
She can't write calligraphy.
Can't write, how to fake it? ?
Ever since, he unconsciously walked towards Xuanyuan Yonghao and looked at the words he wrote.
Very beautiful and sharp.
Each stroke carries a powerful edge, but at a glance it gives people a majestic feeling.
She stood by and stared blankly, not knowing how to write.
Probably her eyes stared at the rice paper, which was a rare expression of emotion.
Xuanyuan Yonghao glanced at her and couldn't help but his lips curled up
"Do you recognize it?"
Su Yan nodded
"Su Yan"
She said in a soft voice, reading the words on the paper.
A light flashed in Xuanyuan Yonghao’s eyes, and he wrote another four words from the side
"How about these?"
"Xuanyuan Yonghao."
She read it out very seriously. After reading it, she felt a scorching gaze staring at her, and she raised her head to look at him.
He watched her for a long time, and then he said again
"Come here, you write it to me."
Su Yan stood by and hesitated, she had never learned a brush.
But it should be the same?
Thinking about this, she put down the pastry in her hand and walked over.
After receiving the brush in his hand, before writing down, he couldn't help but glance at him eagerly.
Xuanyuan Yonghao was looking forward to it.
From the usual conversations, it can be seen that although the maidservant is dazed, there is ink in her belly.
She could understand some of the allusions he mentioned.
It can be seen that he has been taught by the teacher.
It is said that the word is like the person.
He wanted to see if the words she wrote were like hers.
Waited for a while.
Su Yan wrote his name very seriously.
As soon as he finished writing, laughter came from the side.
Someone put his arm around her, put his head on her shoulder, looked down at the crooked dog-crawling font on the rice paper, and smiled particularly openly.
Su Yan put down the brush and pinched the piece of rice paper, especially comparing it with the words next to it. That was really ugly and horrible.
She looked at with watery eyes, her cheeks a little red,
Whisper
"I can't write."
Xuanyuan Yonghao asked while smiling
"Mr. Tutor only teaches you to read, not to write?"