Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 82 Is this a show of affection?

"Are you stuttering?" Cen Bin stepped forward and asked.

"I...I...No..." The more anxious Fang Xueshi became, the more he stuttered.

Cen Bin immediately came to a conclusion, and said to Jiu Que, "Master, I don't think a stutter can teach the princess well."

Fang Xueshi stomped his feet anxiously, and explained with a flushed face, "I...I really...not stuttering...he...they can testify."

Fang Xueshi raised his finger to the students sitting under the stage, his eyes were full of expectation.

Jiu Que's eyes with endless frost fell on the students again.

Those who can come to the Hanlin Academy to study are descendants of princes and nobles, and they can be regarded as people who have seen the world.

But when Jiu Que cast his cold gaze, they felt a powerful coercion rushing towards them.

With the high hopes of Xueshi Fang, they responded in unison: "Yes...Fang...Scholar Fang is not stuttering, I...we...can testify."

Bachelor Fang: "..."

Cen Bin sighed, and said with some concern: "Master, these people are stutterers. I'm afraid that the princess will study with them. Under the influence of such an environment, it won't be good if they also stutter."

Jiu Que pursed his lips, the word displeasure was written all over his face.

Everyone was silent, not daring to say more.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

A tender cry sounded like the chirping of an oriole came from outside the door, "Hurry up Qingyuan, we must sit down before Jiu Que arrives, and leave him an obedient impression. This is the first principle of the Huairou policy Do you know?"

"But princess, you run too fast, I can't keep up, hey, princess, why are you standing still at the door?" Qing Yuan saw Qing Yange who was running like a rabbit just now , suddenly stood in front of the door, she walked around Qingyange with some doubts, and looked out the door.

I saw Jiu Que standing under a locust tree, surrounded by black clothes, his whole body exuded a cold breath, the breeze was blowing, his black hair was flying in the air, brushing his eyebrows, his pair of eyes were like stars shining The black pupils looked straight towards them.

Qing Yuan's complexion froze slightly, only feeling her scalp tingling.

Ruined.

Got caught straight.

Jiu Que raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Huairou policy? Be obedient and obedient?"

Qing Yange immediately put on a beautiful smile, leaped towards Jiu Que with light steps, and said coquettishly: "Oh~ Jiu Que, why did you come so fast~"

Jiu Que lowered his eyes, looking at the delicate girl who usually threw herself directly into his arms, but today she only dared to stand obediently in front of him, there was a trace of softness in those originally cold eyes, and his thin lips parted lightly: " accompany you to school."

"Huh?" Qing Yange blinked her eyes.

A quarter of an hour later.

Qingyange sat obediently in the first row, and beside her was the Jiuque of the ten thousand year iceberg.

"Please...all...students...students, open the book...the first page of the book." Feeling the strong pressure coming from the front, Xueshi Fang trembled and opened the book first.

Qing Yange looked at Xueshi Fang's fidgeting look with some pity, she turned her face to look at Jiu Que who was reciting the memorial at his desk.

She stretched out her small hand that was as white as jade, and gently pulled Jiu Que's robe, "Jiu Que, why don't we sit in the back?"

Jiu Que vetoed without raising his head: "Sitting in the first row is more conducive to absorbing knowledge."

Qingyange shrugged, and could only cast a helpless glance at Bachelor Fang.

I hope that Bachelor Fang's mental construction is strong enough.

However, Qingyange still overestimated Fang Xueshi's endurance.

In the following class, Xueshi Fang spilled tea on the book twice with trembling hands, dropped the pen off the table three times, and called the students by the wrong name five times during spot checks on their academic performance...

During the whole process, Qing Yange could see that Jiu Que's complexion was getting darker and darker, and Fang Xueshi's speech became more and more trembling.

Qing Yange was afraid that this would continue, and Fang Xueshi might faint.

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly stretched out her hand to say hello: "Scholar Fang, Bachelor Fang."

Fang Xueshi supported the table, wiped his forehead with his sweat-soaked cuff, and said with a smile, "Princess... princess...what's wrong?"

"I heard that handwriting is like a person, why don't we practice handwriting in the next time?" Qing Yange said with a smile.

Fang Xueshi breathed a sigh of relief, "Practicing calligraphy...good...practicing calligraphy is very...very good!"

The students sitting under the stage also spoke in unison, and they all responded: "Yes... just... let's practice calligraphy."

Soon, Xueshi Fang distributed a stack of rice paper to everyone, prepared brushes and ink, and after assigning the task of practicing calligraphy, he shrank his head and sat obediently on the stage without saying a word.

In an instant, the whole school fell silent, and everyone was practicing hard.

Only Qing Yange, holding the brush in one hand, stretched out the rice paper with the other, drawing on the rice paper as he wished.

This brush calligraphy is a very skill-testing thing, but she is a modern person, and the original princess is not a master of knowledge, so naturally she can't write this character.

To pass the time, she can only draw scribbles with a brush.

Qingyan sang and painted with great joy, the ink was rendered on the rice paper, and her smile continued to expand.

"What are you doing?" A cold and pleasant voice sounded, with a hint of frost rushing towards his face.

Qing Yange's hands trembled, and her head seemed to be replayed in slow motion. She lifted it up little by little, and met Jiu Que's eyes that were like lacquer.

"I...I'm drawing..." Qing Yange replied with some confidence.

Isn't Jiu Que correcting the memorial?

He didn't even raise his eyelids just now when Xueshi Fang made mistakes repeatedly, so why did he raise his eyes to see her practicing calligraphy now?
"Didn't Bachelor Fang arrange for you to copy the words of the great writers of the previous dynasty?" Jiu Que's eyes fell on the rice paper.

All I saw was a huge pig drawn on the fine rice paper.

And Qingyange may have painted patterns on the pigs to add a little sense of art.

Seeing Jiu Que's gaze, Qing Yange immediately put away the rice paper, curled her lips and said, "I can't write well."

A soft light flashed across Jiu Que's black and white pupils, "I'll teach you."

"You want to teach me?" Qingyange didn't react for a while.

Jiu Que got up and sat beside Qing Yange, her big palm with well-defined joints directly held Qing Yange's soft little hand, guiding her hand to write on the rice paper.

This posture made Qing Yange feel as if she was completely wrapped in Jiu Que's arms, his unique fragrance lingered in her nose, and the blush spread from the base of her ears little by little.

"Don't be distracted." Jiu Que's magnetic voice sounded above Qing Yange's head.

Qing Yange immediately came back to her senses, only to find that Jiu Que had guided her to write the first word.

Que.

The handwriting was strong and vigorous, flamboyant, very much like him.

Under the locust tree outside the school.

Qingyuan ate melon seeds, and said: "Cen guard, do you think our princess and the regent seem to be showing affection?"

Cen Bin glanced at Qing Yuan strangely, "What do you mean by showing affection?"

Qing Yuan gave Cen Bin a blank look, "Old-fashioned."

Luckily for her, she was always able to learn so many trendy vocabulary with the princess.

Cen Bin: "What do you mean old-fashioned?"

(End of this chapter)