"Your handwriting is too ugly. If I write it, there will be too big differences."
The faint voice made Jiang Shu'er smile slightly froze. She looked at Han Yu and glared at him in a pissy way, "Then can't you write ugly?"
He said that her word was ugly, but she used to think he was straight.
It turned out to be a sesame dumpling.
It looks white, but it is black inside.
Qingchen narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Okay, don't tease her. It's really annoying her. I don't have a good life."
Han Yu sat down and didn't care.
Seeing that he did not object anymore, Shu'er immediately spread paper for him and handed him a pen.
Qingchen was a little dissatisfied with seeing it, "Shu'er, who is your brother? Why didn't you treat me so well?"
Jiang Shu'er wrinkled her nose at him, looked up at Han Yu and didn't care, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
No one would have noticed such a small thought, but Han Yu has been keen since he was a child and has a very good observation.
Therefore, he did not hide it from him.
I can't tell what it feels like, but I don't hate it.
He picked up his sleeve and picked up the pen. Han Yu's eyes passed by the words on the stack of paper, and then he started writing.
What surprised Jiang Shuer was that the words written by Han Yu were actually similar to those written by her.
"You, you actually..." She opened her eyes wide and blinked, her eyes full of surprise.
Han Yu held up the corner of his mouth, and his face became much gentler than usual.
He said lightly: "It's really hard to write about so ugly, but... it's not a big problem."
Jiang Shu'er's admiration slightly rose in her heart was nothing left after her words.
She hummed, and she also picked up her pen and wrote down.
After copying for so many days, she could carry it on her back.
Jiang Qingchen was impatient for a few pieces of paper, "What's the use of this thing? I really don't know if my predecessors were full of food when they made these."
Not to mention the current dynasty, even the previous dynasty may not have a few women who will do this.
"How many more do you have to copy? How many days can you finish copying?" he asked with a frown, writing constantly.
"There are eighty times left, and I don't know when I can finish copying it."
After the words came, Han Yu and Qingchen both paused, "Eighty times? Have you copied it twenty times these days?"
Jiang Shuer shrank her head, Rong Lanmeishu sighed, "Most of the ladies are lazy, and even if they copy, they can't read it. In this way, there will be only so much."
While Rong Lan replied, she looked at the stack on the stone table.
Jiang Shuer was unhappy, "Rong Lan."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
"Oh, let's copy it quickly. The girl from the Lin family is going to get married next month. Don't you want to see the bride?"
Qing officials reminded.
Shu'er looked up and said, "Sister Lin San?"
"Um!"
"Didn't you say that the wedding date was postponed?"
"It's been postponed, otherwise you should get married in May."
Jiang Shuer nodded and looked at Han Yu, "Will you go to the little prince?"
Han Yu changed a piece of paper and paused slightly, "The second wife came forward to make friends with the royal family."
"Second House?" Jiang Shu'er disagreed, "You went into the filial piety period last year. Since you are the master of the royal palace, you should be responsible for the party."
It is good to make friends with more people, so as not to know nothing in the future and no one can help.
As if he had listened to her words, Han Yu nodded.
Jiang Qingchen was very surprised that his sister could say such words.
It seems that although I need to worry more about other things, my sister is still no worse than those ladies in this regard.
The three of them copied a lot of words as they spoke, and the garden became much more lively.
Seeing the clouds and the lonely geese flying everywhere, it was getting late.
Jiang Shu'er pursed the corners of her lips, smiled, and her eyes turned to the two people opposite her.
One is like a ripe orchid and a jade tree, and the other is like frost and snow.
He should be a young man with a charming and full of energy.
After finishing the writing, Han Yu raised his eyes and unexpectedly bumped into the person who was holding his chin, his eyes shining brightly, looking at him as he looked at him like water.
He was stunned for a while, and he lowered his eyes for no reason, and was proud and restrained.
Only then did Jiang Shu'er realize what she was doing, so she hurriedly turned away and happened to meet Jiang Qingchen's pen. "It's really boring. If I asked me to copy it a hundred times, I'm afraid I'll be crazy."
"It's crazy enough for brother not to copy."
"Shu'er, is this the right thing for you, the brother who copied "Nu Ze" for you for so long?"
Qingchen glanced at her sideways, Jiang Shuer bulged her mouth, her cheeks were a little red, "Okay, OK, I'll go and tell the kitchen to make delicious food for you tonight."
As she said that, she looked at Han Yu again, "The little prince should stay for dinner, the river buffet delivered to the mansion these days is very good."
Han Yu nodded, "Then let it disturb."
Jiang Qingchen was puzzled, looked at Jiang Shu'er who stood up and hurriedly left with the plum tree, touched her chin and said, "Is Shu'er too warm today?"
As he said that, he looked at Rong Lan who was packing paper and pen.
The latter paused, looked at Han Yu in a vague way, and said, "The Seventh Young Master and the Little Prince have copied so many copies of "The Little Prince" for the young lady, and it is understandable to thank the young master and the Little Prince."
Qingchen nodded, which made sense.
Ronglan sighed in her heart at the confused appearance of her seventh young master.
She and Mei Shu are both people who serve Jiang Shu'er closely, so how could she not notice the thoughts of her master?
But they don’t dare to talk too much about their master’s affairs, and they still have to find out about it themselves.
But the person in front of him is obviously not very reliable in this matter.
It was getting late and it was already the time to light the lights. Jiang Wuye and his wife returned to their house with Jiang Xiuchen, who was blushing. After changing their clothes, Qingchen and others had been waiting in the hall for a long time.
When they saw the etiquette, Changle glanced at Jiang Shuer, "How many did you copy today?"
"I copied it... ten times." Jiang Shu'er replied.
Changle estimated that he let her go for the time being, and asked the other two, "How is the drill in the camp? Is there a judgment? Are you injured?"
"If you say goodbye to my mother, my son has benefited a lot in the past few days of drilling. My uncles said that I have made a lot of progress and have never suffered any injuries. Everything is fine."
Changle nodded and looked at Han Yu again, "Where are you?"
"Thank you for your concern, Qingchen is right, everything is fine."
After asking the two, she stopped talking.
Mr. Jiang Wu looked at the two of them with a smile, "Let's go back and finish the meal, go to my study to talk about the drill."
"Yes." The two of them agreed together.
Seeing them finishing their words, Jiang Shu'er held her sister and said, "Dad, can you prepare food? I'm hungry."
Changle glared at her, but said in a doting way: "Look at you, you are greedy, staring at the river food all day long. If you eat too much, be careful of your stomach."
"Not afraid or not, the kitchen is well made so you won't be negligent."
The group arrived at the flower hall, and the maids were responsible for delivering the meal. After cleaning the hands, Jiang Shu'er couldn't wait to pick up a fat river shrimp.
Han Yu sat opposite her, sitting with Qingchen. In his eyes, Jiang Shu'er's fingertips were pink and tender, and her fingers were slender. After peeling the shrimp, she sucked the soup on her fingertips.
In his eyes, the pink lilacs in the other person's mouth were also clearly visible.
Chapter completed!