Zhaoyang suppressed that subtle feeling and walked over.

Pei Xuan casually handed the newly written notebook to Zhaoyang.

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

If it weren't for Zhaoyang knowing that he hadn't written these letters, he would almost think that he had written them himself.

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

Pei Xuan looked at her from behind.

In his eyes, he was the reflection of Yu Zhenzhen, but what he saw was the heroic eldest princess.

Such a peaceful life could not last long, and he had no way to continue to drag it out, so he had to go back to the capital.

Otherwise, some people in the court really thought that he was injured and useless, and they wanted to use the old trick to kill the eldest princess to solve him.

Zhaoyang noticed that Pei Xuan's eyes had been staring at him, and his heart, which had been calm, began to slowly ripple again, and even the hand holding the pen was a little unstable.

She couldn't help but sigh.

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

Is it true that once the stereotype of a person is subverted, something will not be cleaned up?

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

His eyes are not simply the master's concern for the apprentice, but the kind of man who looks at the woman.

Zhaoyang didn't know what was different about Yu Zhenzhen, so Pei Xuan, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties around the fat swallow and thinness, treated him differently.

"Really, be focused, don't be distracted." Pei Xuan's pleasant voice sounded unexpectedly.

Zhaoyang's ears are hot, and there is a kind of weakness that was caught red-handed.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to focus on practicing calligraphy, and the slightly hot burning sensation slowly subsided.

Mrs. Yu watched from afar, I don't know why, and said that they didn't board, right, but it did look very eye-catching; It's strange to say that they are on the right board.

Mrs. Yu was taken aback by her own idea, this is all unworthy and messy.

Pei Ziyun is not suitable for their family's soft and glutinous truth.

It's not right, since the divorce with the Jiang family, their family really seems to have changed as if they have changed, and they are not soft and glutinous, but from time to time there is an aura that makes people dare not look at it directly.

It's like you're supposed to be a person on top.

Let's let Zhenzhen be Pei Ziyun's apprentice for the rest of his life, Mrs. Yu thought to herself.

Zhaoyang and Pei Xuan didn't know the old lady's thoughts, the two quietly formed their own pictures under the tree, and the children outside seemed to be isolated.

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

"The real words are really getting more and more like the eldest princess." The next moment, Pei Xuan praised her.

Zhaoyang: "......"

I was meant to be who I was!

"It's not as good as the eldest princess." She feigned hesitation.

"You'll know when you see the true handiwork of the eldest princess in the future."

"You have?"

"Hmm."

Although the eldest princess scolded him, he has always cherished it and carried it closely.

Naturally, he can't show it to the eldest princess at the moment, lest the eldest princess think of it in the future and say that he has a small belly and chicken intestines to hold a grudge.

"You stole it?" Zhaoyang subconsciously asked.

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

When Pei Xuan heard this, his face was unnatural for a moment, and he forcibly defended: "What the eldest princess wrote to me, how can it be regarded as stealing?" ”

Well, it's actually stealing.

At that time, remembering the appearance of the eldest princess gritting her teeth when she wrote those words, Pei Xuan thought she was cute.