Chapter 102

When she finished reading the words, she put the paper into the sugar bag.

Then pick up the pastry on the table and walk out.

Xiaohua whispered: "host, do you want to help the eldest prince?"

"Don't want to help"

"but, host, according to the books Xiaohua read, if you have no value, you may be killed."

Su Yan thinks it makes sense because she has read all the books Xiaohua read.

Whisper

"can I help him?"

After all, you can carry on the task only by holding on to your life.

"But his highness now believes you so much. If he finds out that you are meticulous, he will be very sad."

"Then what?"

Su Yan has no experience. She doesn't even lie, let alone be a spy.

Floret carefully considered for a while

"er... Or does the host forge a copy?"

As soon as the voice falls, one person one system thinks this idea is very good. In this way, not only can we finish the task, but also can we not let the third highness be sad?

A detailed white, a system without practical experience, the dialogue between the two people is like two mental retardation.

Su Yan went back to the dormitory and walked in with the plate of cakes.

Although Xuanyuan Yonghao said that he wanted to eat cakes every time, most of them got into Suyan's stomach.

So this time, Suyan specially picked the one she liked to eat.

When Su Yan came in, Xuanyuan Yonghao was practicing calligraphy.

In a dazed moment, she suddenly thought of a fatal problem.

Can't write, how to forge??

So, unconsciously, he walked towards Xuanyuan Yonghao and looked at the words he wrote.

It's beautiful and sharp.

Stroke by stroke with a powerful edge, but at a glance and give people a sense of majestic.

She stood by and looked at her eyes, she could not write.

Maybe her eyes are staring at the rice paper to show her emotion.

Xuanyuan Yonghao glanced at her and couldn't help but tilt his lips

Su Yan nodded

"Su Yan"

in her soft voice, reading the words on the paper.

Xuanyuan Yonghao flashed a light in his eyes, and he wrote four words from the side

"how about these?"

"Xuanyuan Yonghao."

She read it carefully. After reading it, she felt a burning look at her. She looked up at him.

He looked at her for a long time, and then made a sound again

Su Yan stood by and hesitated. She didn't learn how to write.

But... Should it be about the same?

Thinking so, she put down the cake and walked over.

He took the brush in his hand, and before he wrote, he couldn't help looking at him.

Xuanyuan Yonghao looks forward to it.

From the ordinary conversation, it can be seen that although the little maid is dull, she has some ink in her stomach.

She can understand some allusions he mentioned.

It can be seen that they have been taught by teachers.

They all say the same thing.

He wanted to see if she could write like her.

Wait a long time.

Su Yan wrote her name carefully.

Just after writing, there was laughter.

Someone hugged her, put his head on her shoulder, looked down at the crooked and twisted dog like characters on the rice paper, and smiled happily.

Su Yan put down her brush and picked up the rice paper, especially comparing it with the words beside her, which was really ugly.

Her eyes are full of water, her cheeks are a little red,

whisper here

"I can't write."

Xuanyuan Yonghao asked with a smile, "Mr. Jiao only teaches you to read, but not to write?"