The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me [Arcs 1 and 2]

Chapter 102- The Prince Is Very Sick (26)

After she finished reading the note, she put the note in the candy bag.

Then she picked up the pastries on the table and walked out.

Xiaohua asked, "Host, are you going to help the crown prince?"

"Don't want to."

"But, host, according to the books I have read, if you have no value, you are likely to be killed."

As Su Yan listened, she felt it made sense, because she had also read all the books Xiaohua read.

She whispered, "Then I have to help him?"

After all, she has to hang on to her life in order to complete the task.

"But His Highness trusts you so much now. If he finds that you are a spy, he will be very sad."

"So what?"

Su Yan has no experience, she can barely even lie, let alone spy.

Xiaohua carefully considered for a while.

"Maybe you should forge a copy?"

As soon as the words came out, one person and one system thought that this was a good idea. In this way, not only would her task be completed, she could also avoid making His Highness sad.

A little white flower and an inexperienced system, the two people seem to be mentally retarded in dialogue.

Su Yan returned to the bedroom and walked in with the plate of pastries.

Although Xuanyuan Yonghao said every time he wanted to eat cakes, most of them got into 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 froze for a moment, and suddenly thought of a fatal problem.

She couldn't write with a brush.

If she can't write, how can she forge?

So, she unconsciously walked towards Xuanyuan Yonghao, watching the words he wrote.

Very beautiful and sharp.

The strokes were powerful, but at a glance, it gives a sense of magnificence.

She stood staring at the side, she couldn't write.

Probably her eyes stared at the paper with a rare expression.

Xuanyuan Yonghao glanced at her and couldn't help but lift the corner of his lips.

"Do you recognize it?"

Su Yan nodded.

"Su Yan," she said in her soft voice, reading the words on the paper.

A light flashed in Xuanyuan Yonghao's eyes, and he wrote four more words on the side.

"What about these?"

"Xuanyuan Yonghao."

She read it very seriously and felt a burning stare aimed at her after reading it. She looked up at him.

He looked at her side profile, and then added, "Come on, you write it for me."

Su Yan hesitated. She hadn't learned how to write with a brush.

But... it should be similar?

Thinking so, she put down the pastries in her hand and walked over.

She took the brush in his hand, and before he gave it away, he couldn't help but glance at her.

Xuanyuan Yonghao looked forward to it.

From the conversations they had every day, He can see that although the little maid was dumb, there was a little ink in her belly.

She can understand some allusions.

It can be seen that she has been taught by a teacher.

It is said that the words are like its writer.

He wanted to see if the words she wrote were just like her.

Waited for a while.

Su Yan finished writing his name very seriously.

Just after writing, there was laughter next to me.

Someone hugged her and rested his head on her shoulder. He looked down at the crooked font on the rice paper, smiling widely.

Su Yan put down the brush and picked up the rice paper, comparing it with the words next to it.

It was really ugly.

Her watery eyes looked at him, her cheeks were a little red, and she whispered, "I can't write."

Xuanyuan Yonghao asked with a smile, "Your Teacher only teaches you to read, but not to write?"