"No, no, no, no..." Upon hearing this, Chu Yan hurriedly knelt on the ground, raised her hands above her head and shook her head vigorously, and the flesh on her face swayed at the same frequency. The people watching were angry and funny.
Yu Buhuan slapped the paper on his face: "The writing is nonsense, how did you learn it?"
It stands to reason that the royal children should go to school when they are six years old, and those who are not able to do so should go to school at the age of ten. However, from Chu Yan's words, she did not see that he had gone to school at all.
Does such a person also want to be an emperor?
Yu Buhuan sighed deeply. She even doubted whether the original motive of the servant was really as he said, and he just wanted to repay his kindness. Judging from the current situation, it seemed that his intention to harm her was bigger.
"Not satisfied? If you're not satisfied, I'll rewrite it. Is it okay to rewrite it? Don't be angry. You drink this tea first to get rid of the heat." Chu Yan neatly offered the tea on the table with both hands, and treated the fish arrogantly.
After taking it, he returned to the desk with his clothes in hand and continued to immerse himself in writing.
As night fell, the palace maid lit up the palace lanterns, the hall became frighteningly quiet, and Yu Buhuan sat on the Grand Master's chair not far from Chu Yan.
Looking at the dancing flames on the candlestick, Yu Buhuan felt a pain in his head, as if he had been stabbed by something.
Chu Yan was still writing furiously down below, but when she looked up, she saw Yu Buhuan holding his forehead, with a look of pain on his face.
"What's wrong with you, Taifu?"
"It's none of your business, just be more honest." Yu Buhuan said impatiently.
After the pain passed, Yu Buhuan raised her head slightly, but this time she didn't dare to look at the candlesticks openly. It seemed that there was a place in the dark, with candlesticks and firelight everywhere. But if she thought about it carefully,
When the time comes, my brain will feel like a needle has pricked it.
About two hours later, Chu Yan finally dared to show Yu Buhuan his new work.
The eyes, which were squeezed and deformed by the flesh, got a little bigger. From a distance, they looked like two black balls embedded in one face.
Yu Buhuan lowered his head and glanced.
This article was indeed better than the previous one, but it still failed to meet her expectations. Just when she was about to ask Chu Yan to continue rewriting, she saw cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and she was immediately surprised: "What's wrong with you?"
"Master...I haven't eaten for two meals..."
Yubuhuan slapped his head, feeling hungry.
Although she didn't eat, the coffee table next to her was full of snacks. She took a bite and didn't feel hungry anymore. However, Chu Yan was not so lucky.
"I'm not a mean person. Go eat and then write until you're satisfied."
"Then tonight...peanut candy..."
"I will keep the peanut candy for you first. When you satisfy me, I will naturally give it to you."
When Chu Yan heard this, she immediately became anxious. Just as she was about to have an attack, she saw Yu Buhuan calmly take out a knife from his back and slowly point it at the beam.
Looking in the direction of her finger, it was the turtle hanging on the roof beam - Peanut Candy.
The turtle is on the eaves. As the owner, you have to lower your head.
Chu Yan turned back angrily: "Forget it, let's eat here."
"That's very good." Yu Buhuan praised expressionlessly.
Chu Yan asked someone to pass on the meal, and soon the imperial kitchen prepared a bunch of meals that Chu Yan liked to eat on weekdays.
Yu Buhuan was looking down at how to improve Chu Yan's learning ability, but when he looked up, he saw that Chu Yan's desk was full of food, mainly meat, such as elbows, belly, and venison.
