Wait until she finishes reading the words on it and puts the note in the sugar bag.

Then pick up the pastries 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 reads, if you don't have any value, you are likely to be destroyed."

Su Yan felt that it made sense when she heard it, because she had read all the books Xiaohua read.

Whispered

"Shall I help him, then?"

After all, you can only continue the mission by holding on to your life.

"But His Royal Highness believes in you so much now, it will be very sad if he finds out that you are meticulous."

"What then?"

Su Yan has no experience, she rarely even lies, let alone be a spy.

Xiaohua pondered carefully for a moment

"Uh... Or the host forges one? ”

As soon as the voice fell, one person and one system felt that this idea was very good, so that they could not only complete the task, but also not make the Third Highness sad?

A meticulous white, a system with no actual combat experience, the two seem to be mentally retarded in conversation.

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

Every time, although Xuanyuan Yonghao said that he wanted to eat pastries, most of them entered Su Yan's stomach.

So much so that this time, Su Yan deliberately picked out what he liked to eat.

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

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a fatal question came to her mind

She can't write with a brush.

Can't write, how to fake??

So, his footsteps unconsciously walked towards Xuanyuan Yonghao, looking at the words he wrote.

It's beautiful and it's sharp.

There is a powerful edge between the strokes, but at a glance, it gives people a sense of grandeur.

She stood beside her and stared at herself... I can't write it.

Probably her eyes stared at the rice paper and showed a rare expression of emotion.

Xuanyuan Yonghao glanced at her, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips

"Do you recognize?"

Su Yan nodded

"Su Yan"

Her soft voice read the words on the paper.

A flash of light flashed in Xuanyuan Yonghao's eyes, and he wrote four more words from the side

"What about these ones?"

"Xuanyuan Yonghao."

She read it out very seriously, and when she finished reading it, she felt a burning gaze staring at her, and she raised her head to look at him.

He looked at her for a long time before speaking again

"Come here, you can write to me."

Su Yan stood next to her and hesitated, she hadn't learned a brush.

But... It should be about the same, right?

With that in mind, she put down the pastry in her hand and walked over.

took the brush in his hand, and before putting down the pen, he couldn't help but look at him with a blank look.

Xuanyuan Yonghao was a little looking forward to it.

From the usual conversation, it can be seen that although the little maid is stupid, there is a little ink in her stomach.

Some of the allusions he mentioned, she could understand.

It can be seen that he has been taught by Mr. Teach.

It is said that words are like people.

He wanted to see if she could write the same as her.

Waited for a while.

Su Yan finished writing his name very seriously.

As soon as I finished writing, there was laughter next to me.

Someone put his arm around her, his head resting on her shoulder, looking down at the crooked dog-like font on the rice paper, and smiling heartily.

Su Yan put down the brush and pinched the piece of rice paper, especially compared with the words next to it, it was really ugly and miserable.

She looked at it with watery eyes, and her cheeks were a little red,

Whisper

"I won't write."

Xuanyuan Yonghao asked with a smile

"Mr. Teaching only teaches you to read, not to write?"