Chapter 118

Isn't it just writing a few...thousands of words?Can it be rare for him to be a prince?

Roll up your sleeves, one word, do it!

Anyway, Song Yihuan just asked him to write, and there was no rule whether he wanted to write ugly or beautiful, as long as he could recognize the word "aunt" and it was fine!
Magpie was a child of a poor family and had never been able to read since she was a child, so she didn't know whether Feng Shaoyuan's writing was correct or not, but she always felt that Feng Shaoyuan's writing didn't seem to be the same word.

"You! Be serious! Auntie, don't they all have the same word? Why do you write each one differently?"

Although Feng Shaoyuan's writing is crooked, it is not easy for others to question him, "Nonsense! I wrote the word 'aunt'!"

It's just that every word written has their unique "temperament".

At first glance, illiterate people will think that they are different and not the same word.

Magpie babbled, and didn't say much, anyway, the concubine will check it when the time comes, and if she fails, it's not her who will be punished, she just needs to be responsible for not letting the person being punished be lazy.

Although Song Yihuan had already taken a nap in the morning, due to the double infection of diarrhea and wind-cold, coupled with the effect of the medicine, he quickly fell asleep again.

This time, Song Yihuan slept very soundly and didn't have any dreams.

When Feng Muqing came back, Feng Shaoyuan was busy writing in Song Yihuan's yard, and he didn't even notice that there was suddenly another person beside him.

After seeing Feng Muqing, Magpie wanted to salute, but was stopped by Feng Muqing's hand.

Feng Muqing looked at the sheets of paper spread out on the table, which were covered with the word "Aunt" flying all over the place. Why, he hadn't been here for a day, and the relationship between Feng Shaoyuan and Song Yihuan was so good?
This kid refused to admit that Song Yihuan was his imperial aunt last night, but now he keeps writing only the word "aunt". How deep is his affection for Song Yihuan?

This would be good, so that he would not have to worry about these two little ones messing up the palace when he was not in the mansion.

Song Yihuan and Feng Shaoyuan can coexist peacefully and make progress together, which is naturally what Feng Muqing is most happy to see.

It's a pity that Feng Muqing would never have thought that Feng Shaoyuan wrote these words stroke by stroke with a strong murderous intent, completely venting his anger.

It was as if what he was holding was not a pen, but a sharp knife. Without writing, it was like cutting a knife on Song Yihuan's body, and the ink that soaked the white paper was like blood flowing from Song Yihuan's body.

Only by thinking this way can Feng Shaoyuan grit his teeth and continue to write the word "aunt" that he hates the most in his life!

I don't know how many times I wrote it, but Feng Shaoyuan's wrist was so sore that he couldn't hold on, so he threw the pen on the table, "I'm done!"

Feng Shaoyuan didn't believe that Song Yihuan, that seemingly uneducated kid, could count from one to one thousand.

Regardless of the magpie's reaction, before Song Yihuan woke up, Feng Shaoyuan turned around and was about to leave. When he turned his head, he saw Feng Muqing standing beside him.

Seeing his relatives, Feng Shaoyuan burst into tears immediately, and the grievance of being bullied by Song Yihuan poured out instantly, and he grabbed Feng Muqing's sleeve, "Emperor... lord, you can count yourself back, you don't even know, the princess has a heart It's too bad, you should divorce her as soon as possible, if I wasn't smart and quick-witted, this handsome face would have been ruined by him!"

(End of this chapter)

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