Chapter 224

Shen Yan smiles. No matter how bad chumingjing's posture is, he is too young to be a psychological deterrent to Shen Yan.

What's more, Shen Yan likes children very much. He just as Chu Mingjing like pranks, not afraid or hate this little baby.

Looking inside the school, Shen Yan felt for the first time how much the emperor loved the fifth Prince Chu Mingjing. According to the rules of the palace, all the princes over five years old are organized to enter the school together, and each of them is accompanied by one student, but chumingjing is accompanied by ten students.

Moreover, the emperor thought that chumingjing was gifted, and it would drag down the progress if he ate a big pot of rice with other princes. Therefore, chumingjing did not study with other princes, but had its own separate classroom and independent teacher system.

The reason why Shen Yan was lucky to be here was that the emperor thought that he and chumingjing were complementary in character and asked him to adjust chumingjing. As for whether he could keep up with his studies, the emperor did not care at all.

Fortunately, Shen Yan is not a self-motivated person and has no objection to this. All day long, he was distracted.

Du Jue is the opposite of him. He listens to the class and takes notes seriously.

"Copy it three times and hand it in tomorrow." The teacher arranged homework.

Shen Yan, with a little fat face, murmured: "it's nothing if I don't write..."

Although Du erjue's voice was clear.

"Never mind. I'll write it for you."

"Really?"

Shen Yan's eyes are bright, like the sun, moon and stars. Du Jue couldn't resist the temptation of such eyes. She blushed and said, "well."

"It's very kind of you, Du Jue!"

Shen Yan took another kiss with Du Jue. He liked to kiss children, tender and smooth, with a little milk aroma, very comfortable.

Du Jue blushed and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, please write a few words for me. I want to imitate your handwriting."

"No problem!"

Shen Yan took a pen and dipped it in ink. With a small hand, he had the momentum of a great calligrapher. But the characters on the Xuan paper are like peach Charms drawn by ghosts. Although they can barely distinguish what they are writing, it's really hard to see the extreme.

"How's it going? Well, how about imitation? "

It was the first time that Du Jue saw such ugly handwriting, but the writer didn't blush at all and looked at him with expectation. Du Jue's judgment suddenly became a paste, nodded: "good imitation, very special."

"Well! Fool

A childish disdain words sounded behind.

As soon as Shen Yan looked back, he saw that Chu Mingjing gave him a look of disgust. Then he got up and left haughtily. A group of accompanying readers rushed to keep up with him, including those with schoolbags, those with umbrellas, and those with tea.

Du Jue clenched his fists and glared at Chu Mingjing, intending to rush into the theory.

"Forget it." Shen Yan holds on to his little companion reading.

Du Jue was not satisfied and said angrily, "he scolded you!"

"Well, it doesn't matter." In fact, my mouth is not good

Du Jue looked at him, "you are just too kind."

Shen Yan feels funny. How can he be kind as a fierce ghost? It's just that he wants to make friends with Chu Mingjing now and doesn't want to worry about this little boy.

Du Jue took Shen Yan's hand and walked out with her book bag on her back. She suggested: "I think your class is boring. I'd better bring you some snacks tomorrow. You can also pass the time by eating melon seeds."