Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 927: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official

Chuntao originally thought that these learning supplies would probably just be brought to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince as a formality, and might not even be put on the table. But who would have thought that these things would actually end up in the hands of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

And Xiao Fuzi next to him was even worse, he almost knelt down to Lingyao.

No, why does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince listen so much to Consort Wen? Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to use Consort Wen to confuse the Imperial Consort, or use Consort Wen as a breakthrough point...

Xiao Fuzi quickly calmed herself down. Yes, that's right, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must have planned this. Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is afraid of this Concubine Wen? How is that possible?

Xuan Yanjing wanted to see what this third-rank female official would really teach her?

So he followed Lingyao to Wenhua Palace.

Lingyao had already arranged everything for Chuntao in advance. When Xuan Yanjing walked over, he saw an inkstone placed there, with rice paper and ink placed beside it. Next to it was a written document with an elegant and beautiful handwriting, as if it was carved out of a bamboo slip.

Lingyao also asked Chuntao to prepare a chair for her. After handing the pen and ink to Xuan Yanjing, she lay down directly on the wide chair.

Even Xuan Yanjing's clumsy handwriting would require at least three days of practice, which would be enough for her to get a good sleep and rest for a few days.

Xuan Yanjing couldn't believe it. Lingyao had gone to so much trouble, applying medicine and giving him candied fruit, and even putting her leg on his, and all for this?

To let him practice calligraphy? !

Xuan Yanjing was speechless when he saw Lingyao sitting on the chair and covering her legs with a thin blanket, as if she was ready to take a rest.

His eyes wandered between Lingyao and the writing brush and ink on the table. He looked left and right, and finally picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

He just writes casually...

"Wake up, wake up, wake up."

Lingyao's shoulder was pushed three times in a row. She has never been a deep sleeper. In fact, she woke up when Xuan Yanjing pushed her for the first time, but she didn't have time to reply to him.

Xuan Yanjing was like casting a spell, pushing him and saying the word "wake up" in a dry voice.

Lingyao dodged his fourth attack: "Wake up."

Xuan Yanjing finally stopped pushing her hand, crossed his arms over his chest, and raised his eyebrows:

"Minister Wen, you are sleeping soundly. It's time for dinner but you haven't woken up yet." Xuan Yanjing narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that she must have done it on purpose!

If I sleep until now on purpose, I can take advantage of the dinner time to ask to stay and have dinner with him.

This woman is so scheming!

Lingyao ignored his sarcasm, stood up from the chair, and walked towards the desk.

I glanced at the words on the table: ………

On the table, there were two pieces of crooked words, like caterpillars crawling and curling on them, and two more pieces of paper, one with a picture of a turtle and a crab.

The remaining one depicts Lingyao.

It was only from the obvious official ornaments on the head in the picture that Lingyao realized that the woman with her hands on her hips and cursing was herself.

She stared at the paintings for a long time, resisting the urge to kick Xuan Yanjing and confirm the scene in the paintings.

He waved towards Xuan Yanjing: "Come here."

Lingyao confiscated the two paintings without making any comments, which made Xuan Yanjing, who was looking forward to Lingyao's reaction, a little disappointed.

But soon Xuan Yanjing had no time to be disappointed, and Lingyao commented on his two pieces of calligraphy one by one.

"The tip of the pen isn't long enough, the end here isn't closed properly... the characters are crooked, I stood up straight when I wrote."

Xuan Yanjing stood aside, listening to Lingyao's every word. He always felt his ears itchy and a little fresh. How long had it been since someone told him that he had taught him?

Xuan Yanjing himself could hardly remember it.

The people around him always go along with him because they are either afraid of him or have other purposes. Even if he just puts two fingerprints on the paper, they will probably praise him for doing a good job.

But Xuan Yanjing knew that they were actually laughing at him, scolding him, and mocking him behind his back.

They said that he was a terrible prince, uneducated, without any merits, and would be defeated sooner or later.

Xuan Yanjing felt unfamiliar and fresh, so he did not interrupt Lingyao's teaching.

Until Lingyao talked more and more, comparing himself with the printed standard answers one by one, criticizing, and it seemed like he couldn't stop.

Xuan Yanjing was embarrassed and retorted, "Of course my writing is worse than yours. You're talking as if you can write so well."

How can he compare it if it’s printed?

As soon as he finished speaking, Lingyao glanced at him with helplessness in her eyes: "This is what I wrote."

?

"You are lying." Xuan Yanjing took a moment to accept what Lingyao had just said. His throat moved, but he still couldn't help but doubt it, but his confidence was a little lacking.

"The paper was here when we came here." Xuan Yanjing tried to prove his idea.

Lingyao replied lightly, "Yeah, I wrote it yesterday."

"I don't believe it. Write it down for me." In fact, Xuan Yanjing already believed it in his heart. Although he didn't know why he should believe it, he knew that he had already believed Ling Yao's words in his heart.

But he refused to give in and was tougher than a duck.

Lingyao glanced at him and agreed, but said, "Come here and carefully study how to write on this first page. Practice five times and hand it in before class tomorrow."

Xuan Yanjing's eyes widened again in an instant: "Then I don't want you to demonstrate."

"It's too late." Lingyao said these two words indifferently, then picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote smoothly on the paper.

Xuan Yanjing looked at it and was surprised. Why did the brush shake and float in his hand, and the ink broke before he finished writing a stroke, but it was so smooth and useful in her hand.

As soon as Lingyao put down her pen, he immediately picked it up to check if there was anything fishy going on, but unfortunately he found nothing.

However, Lingyao's cold voice that came from his ears completely defeated him.

"His handwriting is average, but his painting is good."

With just one sentence, Xuan Yanjing's heart, which had just been hit hard, instantly regained its wings and flapped rapidly.

On the surface, he still had his neck stiff and his voice tense, trying not to reveal even a hint of excitement.

"Yeah, that's all!"