Another one. After taking it to check, she looked at it eagerly and rubbed her wrist unconsciously.
Jiang Jingchuan naturally saw her little movements, but he didn't say anything and just watched.
After a while, he said, "Well, this one is a little better, so I'll give it to you."
"Your Highness!" Tu Qingyu was a little angry. "If I follow your standards, how long will it take me to copy?"
"It's only two hundred times. If you work hard and apply yourself, you'll finish copying it quickly."
"But I've tried my best!"
"Really? I didn't notice that."
"snort."
She turned her head away, got angry for a while, and then had no choice but to pick up the pen.
Dabao: "My dear little master, you can obviously write very well, why do you keep making mistakes? Is this also a game of playing hard to get?"
Tu Qingyu: "Of course. First, being together like this every day helps to enhance our relationship. Second, the more time he spends on me, the harder it will be for him to let go. Third..."
Dabao: "Three more?"
This is already impressive, what else?
Tu Qingyu: "Third, I've heard that humans love to cultivate themselves. Tell me, if he taught me calligraphy or even other poetry, calligraphy, and painting in the future, would he feel proud? Would he like me more?"
"Wow!" Dabao exclaimed, "The little master is so amazing!"
Tu Qingyu: "It's okay, it's okay. If you lived as long as I did, you would know everything."
She was right. The prince was indeed becoming more and more interested in her as they spent more and more time together.
Watching her writing style gradually becoming closer to mine, I felt quite proud.
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