The Queen of Fortune, please enter the palace

Chapter 196
"How is your handwriting practice today?"

Zhuo Yanchong let go of her and asked Moran to show him the results of Jin Yuan's handwriting practice.

As a result, as soon as Moran presented it, Jin Yuan snatched it first.

"Don't look..."

Jin Yuan held the stack of rice paper tightly, feeling embarrassed herself.

Be sure to burn these things down next time, or else people will laugh out loud when they see it!

Then her fame will be ruined!
"Could it be that you wrote something that I can't read?"

Zhuo Yanchong looked at her amusedly, protecting the rice paper in her hand like an eagle guarding its cub.

"of course not!"

Jin Yuan firmly shook her head in denial.

"Then why are you guilty?"

Zhuo Yanchong raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"I'm not guilty..."

"what is that?"

Jin Yuan bit her lip, woo woo, she can't do it!

People often use words to describe her as a person, and she is a typical character who is not as good as her...

"Little Yuan Baoer, be good, let me see your results..."

Zhuo Yanchong hugged her, and coaxed her in a soft voice.

Jin Yuan slowly put down the hand holding the rice paper, and whispered softly, "Then don't laugh at me after reading it, and don't get angry..."

Seeing Zhuo Yanchong nodding, Jin Yuan handed the rice paper to him and stared at his expression anxiously.

Zhuo Yanchong looked down, his eyes first fell on the rows of crooked words, and he frowned slightly.

After seeing the content clearly, he laughed again.

"You promised not to laugh at me..."

Jin Yuan's face turned red, she tried to snatch the rice paper from Zhuo Yanchong's hand, curled her lips and said, "I know my handwriting is ugly!"

"I'm not laughing at your words..."

Zhuo Yanchong shook his head, pointed to the poem on the paper and said with a smile: "You made this poem? Spring is not a day for reading, summer is scorching just to sleep... There are mosquitoes in autumn and snow in winter, pack up your books for the New Year... This poem is interesting!"

Is his little Yuan Baoer protesting him with poems?
"There are actually many versions of this poem, but I didn't write it..."

It turned out that she wasn't laughing at her ugly handwriting!
She breathed a sigh of relief, shrugged and said, "The person who wrote this poem must be the same as me, he doesn't like reading!"

(End of this chapter)