Chapter 103

The teacher should be the teacher, right?

Su Yan thought about it for a while, and answered carefully.

The man next to listen, dark eyes swept her side face.

The next second, her right hand grasped her hand holding the brush, gathering the whole person in his arms. The other hand held the table, raised the hand, and lifted the pen.

After a while, four clean and neat words appeared on the rice paper.

It's just different from the sharp and majestic font he used to have.

The words written this time are very clean, deliberate convergence and stroke by stroke.

"Want to learn?"

Someone's harmless voice rang in her ear.

Su Yan looks at the whole font of the workers on the rice paper and nods

The moment she nodded, he took her hand again and wrote the four characters of Xuanyuan Yonghao again.

"Learn these four words today and practice them carefully."

Xuanyuan Yonghao has many strokes, which are hard to write.

For beginners, it's really not suitable for practice.

But piansheng, this person doesn't care at all, is to take her to write these four words over and over again.

Fortunately, Su Yan was quick to learn things. One afternoon, the words he wrote had already taken shape.

It seems that there are five or six points similar to the words he wrote with him, but the writing is still a little shaky. We can still see the gap by comparison.

Until the wrist tired can not lift up, the original sitting next to reading by the way her supervisor did not know when to come over, raised his hand and pressed her wrist.

"Well, tomorrow."

His tone was very light, but he could not refuse. He had taken away the brush in her hand and placed it on the inkstone.

At this time, Xiaohua suddenly whispered, "host, look at the brochure. Is it the one the emperor wants?"

As he spoke, Su Yan's eyes swept the pamphlet on the table which Xuanyuan Yonghao threw aside.

Coincidentally, this book is black.

It was solemnly presented by the Southern Tang Dynasty a few days ago.

She had inadvertently seen the contents. She remembered that several names had been specially circled with a red pen.

Maybe she was staring at the book, dazed and dazzled. Her eyes were too concentrated to be ignored.

Xuanyuan Yonghao looked at her straight look, reached out and took the book in his hand.

And Su Yan's eyes also shifted to his hands.

He weighed the pamphlet in his hand? Want to see it? "

Su Yan hasn't done any detailed work. No one has taught her how to deal with the various secret histories of palace fights.

So she chose to submit to her heart.

Soft voice

"want to see."

Relying on the red sandalwood table, he reached out and handed the book to Su Yan.

Su Yan took over, not at all polite, and looked directly from the beginning.

Just... Not for a moment.

She took the book to Xuanyuan Yonghao, pointed to one of the words, and said seriously

"what is this word?"

In this era, traditional characters are written, and Su Yan can basically recognize them, but... Some characters are too different from simplified characters to recognize them.

Xuanyuan Yonghao looked at the seriousness of her questions, and looked down at the words she pointed at her fingertips

with a low voice

"Xie, the Minister of rites, sun Xie, embezzled 100000 Liang. They robbed four hundred acres of land. Their sons took advantage of their power to rob the women of the people. They killed three people and were covered up by them. They paid for money and ended up

Listen, Suyan. It's much faster than her own.

After reading the whole book, almost half of it was heard from Xuanyuan Yonghao's mouth.

After reading the book, she closed it and stood there.