After she finished reading the note, she put it into the candy bag.
Then he picked up the pastries from the table and walked out.
Xiaohua whispered
"Host, are you going to help the First Prince?"
"I don't want to help"
"But, host, based on the books Xiaohua has read, if you lose your value, you may very well be silenced."
Su Yan thought it made sense, because she had read all the books that Xiao Hua was reading.
whisper
"Then should I help him?"
After all, only by staying alive can one continue the mission.
"But the Third Prince trusts you so much now. If he finds out you're a spy, he'll be very sad."
"Then what should we do?"
Su Yan had no experience; she rarely even lied, let alone acted as a spy.
Xiaohua considered it carefully for a while.
"Uh... how about the host forge a copy?"
As soon as the words were spoken, both the person and the system thought it was a great idea. This way, they could complete the mission without upsetting the Third Prince.
A novice spy and a system expert with no practical experience; their conversations sound like those of two idiots.
Su Yan returned to her bedroom and carried the plate of pastries inside.
Although it was Xuanyuan Yonghao who said he wanted to eat pastries, most of them ended up in Su Yan's stomach.
So much so that this time, Su Yan specially picked out her favorite dishes and brought them over.
When Su Yan entered, Xuan Yuan Yonghao was practicing calligraphy.
She paused for a moment, then suddenly realized a fatal problem.
She can't write calligraphy.
How can you forge something if you can't write?
So, without thinking, he walked toward Xuan Yuan Yong Hao and looked at the words he had written.
It's beautiful and very sharp.
Each stroke carries a powerful sharpness, yet at first glance, it gives one a sense of grandeur and magnificence.
She stood there watching longingly, but she couldn't write it.
Perhaps it was the rare expression of emotion in her eyes as she stared at the Xuan paper.
Xuanyuan Yonghao glanced at her, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.
Do you recognize it?
Su Yan nodded
"Su Yan"
She read the words on the paper in a soft voice.
A glint flashed in Xuanyuan Yonghao's eyes, and he wrote four more characters from the side.
"What about these?"
"Xuanyuan Yonghao".
She read it aloud very seriously, and when she finished, she felt a burning gaze fixed on her. She looked up and met his eyes.
He stared at her for a long while before speaking again.
"Come here, write it down for me."
Su Yan stood to the side hesitating; she had never learned how to use a calligraphy brush.
However, it should be about the same, right?
Thinking this, she put down the pastries in her hand and walked over.
She took the brush from his hand, and before putting pen to paper, she couldn't help but glance at him longingly.
Xuanyuan Yonghao was somewhat looking forward to it.
From their daily conversations, it's clear that although this little maid is a bit slow-witted, she is actually quite knowledgeable.
She could understand some of the allusions and phrases he mentioned.
It's clear that he received instruction from a schoolteacher.
It is said that one's handwriting reflects one's personality.
He wanted to see if her handwriting was like her personality.
I waited for quite a while.
Su Yan wrote her name very carefully.
As soon as I finished writing, laughter came from the side.
Someone put his arm around her, rested his head on her shoulder, looked down at the crooked, dog-scratching characters on the rice paper, and laughed heartily.
Su Yan put down her brush, picked up the sheet of Xuan paper, and compared it with the characters next to it; it was truly hideous and unbearable to look at.
Her watery eyes gazed at him, her cheeks slightly flushed.
whispering "Yes, yes"
"I can't write."
Xuanyuan Yonghao asked while laughing.
"The schoolteacher only teaches you to recognize characters, but not how to write them?"
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