Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 949 I don’t even bother to pay attention to him
Tch, just wait and see!

Princess Yingxue took the langhao pen from King Chen's hand without fear and dipped it in ink.

I wrote the word "chen" in a flowing and calm manner.

After that, he raised his chin proudly.

"Your Highness, how did this slave write?"

Murong Chen was about to pour out all the humiliating words he had accumulated in his heart.

However, after taking a closer look at the word "chen", all the words were stuck in my stomach.

He doesn't know much about reading, and he doesn't know how to judge the quality of calligraphy. He can only judge the ugly and handsome.

For example, if the writing is uneven and crooked, it is ugly, and if it is written neatly, it is handsome.

That's all it takes to judge.

But the dead girl's writing was not only very neat, but also fluent, elegant and charming.

It's even more beautiful than the one written by Lu Shang, a great calligrapher of Yan State.

What's more, she wrote her own name.

If he said those unpleasant words, wouldn't he also be scolding himself?

This damn girl is so cunning!
He looked at Xiang Yingxue's triumphant little face, his big hands itched, and he wanted to pinch it hard.

Then he pushed her down on the table and spanked her hard as punishment for humiliating himself.

But he was still angry about running away with Zhou Jing, and he didn't want her to succeed so quickly.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he said calmly: "I can barely bear it."

I can barely see it!

Princess Yingxue was shocked.

Is this barely bearable?
You must know that the emperor's brother is stupid and always falls far behind Xiang Wenyao in terms of homework.

His handwriting is also far inferior to other people's, and he is often scolded by his father.

In order to help the emperor, she hired three master calligraphers from among the people to practice calligraphy.

But the emperor's brother was really clueless and couldn't write well.

Later, when she accompanied the imperial brother to attend a lecture, she discovered that although the three masters of calligraphy were excellent at writing, they were not good at teaching others.

What he said was unclear.

With the qualifications of the imperial brother, this sounds like a complete mess.

So she listened to the calligraphy experts' explanations by herself and practiced bit by bit.

After practicing well and summarizing the key points of the secret, I gradually taught him to the emperor.

It didn't take long for the emperor's handwriting to improve greatly.After receiving praise from his father, he forced his brother to practice hard for several years.

Nowadays, the emperor's calligraphy can already be sold for a certain price in Yongchun City.

And his reputation is even higher than that of his imperial brother, and he can be said to be the direct disciple of a famous person in the world.

Is it just acceptable?

She pursed her lips, twitched her nose, and looked at Murong Chen unconvinced.

"Hmph, no vision!"

"presumptuous!"

Murong Chen scolded.

"How can you say this about me, the king?"

The first time he said "unbridled", Xiang Yingxue was still a little afraid of him.

Xiang Yingxue was too lazy to pay attention to him after being "unbridled" several times in a row.

He pouted and turned around.

He dipped his pen in ink and wrote a bunch of words on the rice paper.

Murong Chen looked over.

Don't tell me, you can't tell how powerful that word was just now.

Putting this bunch of words together is enough to show your skill.

He couldn't tell what was good about it, but it was well-proportioned and very handsome.

It’s even more beautiful than the one written by Lu Shang, who ranked first in calligraphy in the Yan Kingdom
Fortunately, okay, these words are not difficult, he knows them all.

He read it in a low voice.

"May I be like a star, like the moon, and may the light shine brightly every night."

After finishing reading, Murong Chen suddenly stopped.

He, who never read poetry, found it very familiar.

It seems that my elder brother once read it when he was drunk.

It seems that I heard the mother whose face was blurred mention it.

Why did the dead girl write this poem?

He raised his head and looked at her in surprise.

(End of this chapter)