Chapter 102 The Prince Is Very Sick 29

The teacher should be the teacher, right?

Su Yan thought for a while,

"No"

Soft voice, serious answer.

The man next to him listened, and his dark eyes swept her profile.

In the next second, his right hand grabbed her hand holding the brush, wrapping the whole person in his arms, while the other hand supported the table, raised his hand, and picked up the pen.

After a while, four neat and tidy words appeared on the rice paper.

It's just different from his previous slightly sharp and majestic font.

The words written this time are very clean, deliberately restrained, stroke by stroke.

"Want to learn?"

Someone's harmless voice rang in her ear.

Su Yan looked at the neat font on the rice paper and nodded.

"think."

The moment she nodded, he held her hand again and wrote the words Xuanyuan Yonghao again.

"Learn these four words today and practice carefully."

The four characters Xuanyuan Yonghao have many strokes and are difficult to write.

For beginners, it is really not suitable for practice.

But unluckily, this person didn't care at all, just wrote these four words with her over and over again.

Fortunately, Su Yan learned things quickly, and in one afternoon, the words she wrote had already taken shape.

It seems that it is similar to the words he wrote with five or six points, but the writing is still a little unstable, and the difference can still be seen by comparison.

Until the wrist was too tired to lift, the person who was sitting next to reading a book while supervising her came over at some point, raised his hand and pressed her wrist.

"Okay, let's practice tomorrow."

His tone was very light, but he couldn't refuse, and he had already taken the brush from her hand and placed it on the inkstone.

At this time, Xiaohua suddenly whispered

"Host, look at that booklet, is it the one the First Prince wanted?"

While speaking, Su Yan's eyes swept across the booklet on the table that was thrown aside by Xuanyuan Yonghao.

Coincidentally, the booklet is black.

It was solemnly presented by Southern Tang a few days ago.

She had seen the contents inadvertently, and she remembered that several names were specially circled with Zhu Danhong's pen.

Probably because she stared at the booklet in a daze, her eyes were so focused that it was difficult for people to ignore it.

Xuanyuan Yonghao looked at her straight face, stretched out his hand, and took the booklet in his hand.

And Su Yan's eyes also shifted to his hand.

He weighed the booklet in his hand.

"Curious? Want to see it?"

Su Yan has not done any detailed work, and no one has taught her what to do in such a situation.

So, she chose to follow her heart.

soft tone

"Want to see."

He leaned on the red sandalwood table, stretched out his hand, and handed the booklet into Su Yan's hand.

Su Yan took it over, not polite at all, and looked at it directly from the beginning.

It's just..., after a while.

She took the booklet and approached Xuanyuan Yonghao, pointed at one of the words, and said seriously

"What is this word?"

In this era, all characters written in traditional Chinese characters can be recognized by Su Yanneng, but... some characters are too different from simplified characters, so they cannot be recognized.

Xuanyuan Yonghao looked at the seriousness of her question, and glanced down at the words pointed by her fingertips.

low voice

"Xie, Sun Xie, the Minister of Rites, embezzled 100,000 taels. He seized 400 acres of land, and his son took advantage of his power to rob civilians, killed three people, was covered up by him, and ended up paying money."

Su Yan listened, it was much faster than she saw it herself.

After reading this booklet in its entirety, almost half of it was heard from Xuanyuan Yonghao's mouth.

After reading, she closed the booklet and stood there.