After being reborn, he became the favorite of the dead enemy

Chapter 182 How Can It Be Stealing?
Zhaoyang suppressed that subtle feeling and walked over.

Pei Xuan passed the newly written copybook to Zhaoyang as if nothing had happened.

In all fairness, Pei Xuan's original handwriting was very good, and he imitated the eldest princess' handwriting very well.

If Zhaoyang didn't know that he hadn't written these copybooks, he almost thought he wrote them himself.

After Zhaoyang sat down, he began to practice calligraphy calmly.

Pei Xuan looked at her from behind.

Yu Zhenzhen's reflection was in his eyes, but what he saw was the heroic eldest princess.

Such a peaceful life won't last long, and he has no choice but to go back to the capital.

Otherwise, some people in the court really thought that he was too hurt to be of any use, and would resort to the old trick of killing the eldest princess to deal with him.

Zhaoyang noticed that Pei Xuan was staring at him all the time, and his originally calm heart began to slowly become turbulent again, even the hand holding the pen was a little unsteady.

She could not help but sigh.

In the end, it was still influenced by Pei Xuan.

Is it true that once the stereotype of someone is subverted, something will go out of control?

She is not a fool, she clearly remembers Pei Xuan's kindness to her during this time.

The look in his eyes is not purely the master's concern for the apprentice, but the way a man looks at a woman.

Zhaoyang didn't know how he was different as Yu Zhenzhen, so Pei Xuan, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties around fat, swallows and thin, looked at him differently.

"Really, focus and don't get distracted." Pei Xuan's melodious voice sounded unexpectedly.

Zhaoyang's ears felt hot, and he felt guilty of being caught on the spot.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to focus on practicing calligraphy, and the burning sensation of the slight heat gradually subsided.

Old Madam Yu watched from a distance, not knowing why, she said they were not registered, but they looked really good-looking; said they were right, it was so strange.

Old Madam Yu was taken aback by her own thought, it was all a mess.

Pei Ziyun is not suitable for their family's soft and waxy Zhenzhen.

It's not right, since the divorce with the Jiang family, their family really seems to have changed, and they are no longer soft, but from time to time they have an aura that makes people dare not look directly at them.

It was as if he was supposed to be a superior person.

Let Zhenzhen be Pei Ziyun's apprentice for the rest of his life, old lady Yu thought.

Zhao Yang and Pei Xuan didn't know what the old lady was thinking, they formed a picture quietly under the tree, and the children outside seemed to be isolated from the outside.

For two months, Zhaoyang gradually made his handwriting look like his own.

"Zhenzhen's characters are becoming more and more like a princess." The next moment, Pei Xuan praised her.

Zhaoyang: "..."

I am what I am!

"It's not as good as the eldest princess's." She pretended to hesitate.

"You will know when you see the real work of the eldest princess in the future."

"You have?"

"Ah."

Although it was the eldest princess who scolded him, he has always treasured it and carried it close to his body.

Naturally, I can't show it to the eldest princess right now, lest the eldest princess think of it in the future and say that he has a small belly and holds grudges.

"You stole it?" Zhaoyang asked subconsciously.

She remembered that she had not written any letters to Pei Xuan.

Hearing this, Pei Xuan's expression became unnatural for a moment, and she forcefully defended: "The eldest princess wrote to me, how can it be considered stealing?"

Well, it's actually stealing.

At that time, thinking of how the eldest princess gritted her teeth when she wrote those words, Pei Xuan thought she was cute.

(End of this chapter)