Chapter 12 Is the identity of the girl of destiny really okay?
Chu Huaixu frowned tightly and did not speak.
Yu Youning looked at Lin Ruoli, who was crying bitterly, and then at Chu Huaixu, who was frowning, and rubbed his face in frustration, "Don't quarrel over Youning! Youning didn't want to take anything! Really!"
She already has grandparents, grandparents-in-law, a master, brothers, and uncles... With so many people loving her, she won't compete with Lin Ruoli.
She doesn't care whether they are from the Yong'an Marquis' Mansion or the Crown Prince!
Zhai Heming glared at Yu Youning fiercely, "Sounds nice! If you don't want to rob, why did you return to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion? Aren't you just greedy for fame and fortune!"
Yu Youning looked at Zhai Heming in confusion, "But that's my mother's home! Why can't I go back? Besides, it was my grandmother who took my mother and me back, not us who took the initiative to go back!"
Zhai Heming opened his mouth to refute, but no word came out.
What Yu Youning said seemed to make some sense...
Seeing that Zhai Heming was silent, a hint of disgust flashed across Lin Ruoli's eyes.
Huo Qingchen was right. Zhai Heming was a complete idiot! He couldn't even win an argument with a five-year-old girl. What was the point of having him?
Seeing that they were silent, Yu Youning turned to look at Huo Qingchen, "Where are you sitting?"
The topic changed too quickly and abruptly. Even Huo Qingchen was a little confused, but he still answered Yu Youning's question and pointed to the corner, "Over there!"
"Do you have a deskmate?"
"No!" Huo Qingchen was extremely proud. "No one dares to sit with me. They are all afraid of me!"
"Then I'll sit with you!"
"Why?" Huo Qingchen looked puzzled.
"I'm afraid Li'er will say that I'm stealing her prince brother." Yu Youning explained seriously, "I really don't want to steal."
Looking at the serious expression on Yu Youning's face, Huo Qingchen thought seriously for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright! Then I'll let you sit with me. But, I'm born with supernatural powers. Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid!" Yu Youning answered crisply, "I'm very strong too!"
Huo Qingchen didn't take this seriously. "How big can it be? Let's go! Class is about to start!"
Yu Youning immediately picked up a pile of books on the table, followed Huo Qingchen and sat down in the corner.
Seeing Yu Youning running away, Lin Ruoli felt slightly satisfied. This little village girl was sensible!
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Chu Huaixu actually turned his head and looked at Yu Youning, and he was looking very seriously.
Lin Ruoli's heart, which had just been at ease, was instantly lifted up, and she looked at Yu Youning with a look as if it were filled with poison.
Chu Huaixu felt it carefully, and the warm feeling on his body faded a lot. It felt like the hot spring water had cooled down, but not completely.
Compared with before, it is actually more comfortable.
But compared with the warm feeling all over my body just now, it is far from enough.
Chu Huaixu raised his eyelids and looked at Lin Ruoli who was sitting in front of him.
It is obvious that Lin Ruoli is the girl of destiny, but why did his health improve so much because of Yu Youning?
Is there really nothing wrong with Lin Ruoli's identity as the daughter of destiny?
They argued for a long time, and Zhu Xuezhen sat on the mat with his eyes closed, with no intention of intervening.
These people are either the crown prince or the daughter of destiny, as well as the eldest son of Chengyi Marquis and the second son of Zhenbei Marquis. He is not the chief priest, so the fight between them is not something he can interfere with.
It was not until Yu Youning came with something in her arms and sat with Huo Qingchen that Zhu Xuezhen opened his eyes.
He ignored Yu Youning's change of seat and just reminded her that it was okay to sit over there, but she had to write well and not be influenced by others.
Yu Youning blinked her big watery eyes, full of confusion, "Xue Zheng, who is that person?"
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Zhu Xuezhen simply ignored Yu Youning's words and began to preach.
Zhu Xuezheng is a master of calligraphy. He is an expert in cursive script and also writes regular script very well.
He first took out everyone's homework from the previous day and talked about everyone's shortcomings in detail. Then he assigned today's tasks and asked everyone to grind ink and practice calligraphy.
Yu Youning didn't fall asleep this time. He listened very carefully and wrote very carefully.
After writing a few words, he saw that Huo Qingchen hadn't started writing, and he was a little surprised, "Why don't you write?"
Huo Qingchen snorted proudly, crossed his arms, raised his chin high, and said proudly, "I want to be a general in the future. My hands are going to be used to wield a sword and kill the enemy. Why should I practice calligraphy? Isn't it enough to just know how to write?"
Yu Youning blinked several times in succession. "But if you become a general and have to write a declaration of war, your handwriting will be extremely ugly. Wouldn't that make the enemy laugh? Even if you win the battle, there will be people who secretly laugh at your ugly handwriting. How embarrassing! My second uncle said that a soldier who can't write well can't be a good general!"
Listening to Yu Youning's chatter, Huo Qingchen looked thoughtful. After a moment, he asked a question, "Who is your uncle?"
"Uncle is uncle! Who else could it be?"
Yu Youning even glanced at Huo Qingchen with disdain, "I thought you were very smart, but you're so dumb! You can't write, and you don't understand what I say."
Huo Qingchen frowned and grabbed the brush in his hand. "Isn't it just writing? Who can't do it?"
Zhu Xuezhen walked slowly from the front to the back, and every time he came to someone, he would stop to give some guidance.
It was not until he walked to the corner and saw Yu Youning and Huo Qingchen writing seriously that Zhu Xuezhen was stunned.
What's going on?
Huo Qingchen, who has never had any interest in practicing calligraphy and only knows how to sleep on his stomach, is actually practicing calligraphy today!
Could it be that the sun rises from the west?
Zhu Xuezhen closed his eyes and looked again. Huo Qingchen was still practicing calligraphy seriously.
Could it be some kind of ghost painting?
Zhu Xuezhen thought to himself, slowed down his steps, walked forward slowly, and looked down.
Although Huo Qingchen's handwriting was not good, he was very serious and his pen-holding posture was correct.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Xuezhen's eyes became hot and he almost burst into tears.
It is impossible for Huo Qingchen to suddenly become like this. He must have been affected.
Thinking of this, Zhu Xuezhen's gaze fell on Yu Youning.
It seems that it was Yu Youning who influenced Huo Qingchen!
Zhu Xuezhen thought to himself and walked over quickly, wanting to see what Yu Youning's handwriting looked like since he was so serious about it.
As soon as I saw the words on the paper, I was shocked!
The writing on the paper is majestic, the "dots" like rocks falling from a peak, the "horizontal lines" like clouds thousands of miles away, and the places where the ink is not dry even have the momentum of flying white...
How does this look like it was written by a five-year-old child who has just started elementary school?
The calligraphy has clearly reached perfection!
Zhu Xuezheng's breathing became rapid, his cheeks flushed, and his voice became even more hoarse, "Youning, who did you learn this calligraphy from?"
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