Chapter Eighty-Four: The Little Secret of His Royal Highness King Yu

It's all black beans

Dear His Royal Highness King Yu wrote on the paper, none of them were in a recognizable font, and the whole article was black bumps

Could it be that he can't write? The dignified Seventh Prince, there is nothing in the world that he can't do, a genius who can't write? However, he has no problem reading and drawing. What's going on?

Shi Zhongyu was dumbfounded.

Murong Ke was also dumbfounded, and at the same time annoyed, but more of a shame and remorse, as well as a lack of self-embarrassment.

After years of practicing martial arts, his ear power will not be so weak, but because of those two poems, a heart is like being burned in a dry pot, and he didn't pay attention to Shi Zhongyu's approach, until he stood in front of the desk.

This kid can't sleep well, why are you here? Why do you come in the middle of the night? Now, the little secret that can't be told is all known by Shi Zhongyu.

The two of them stared at each other, not moving, both shocked by the fact.

After a while, Shi Zhongyu walked around the desk and hugged Murong Ke gently, carefully, from the side and at the waist, that is, carefully and properly, and ensured that his key parts would not be touched.

Murong Ke is really pitiful, for the sake of self-esteem, he is struggling to keep this secret. He is such a proud person, this situation must make him despise himself and be ashamed to say it, right?

In fact, this is just dysgraphia, the incidence is quite low, it is a nerve in the brain that is not well developed, I know how the words are written, there is no problem with reading, the hands and feet and limbs are also very normal, and it may even be a literary genius or a hands-on strongman, but when the pen is put down, the strokes cannot be formed.

This disease is nothing at all in modern times, and can be overcome with targeted training, but in ancient times, I am afraid that it will be disguised as superstitious and then demonized. For example, Murong Ke is a demon, and as a non-human, he naturally can't write. Perhaps, Murong Ke himself also has all kinds of doubts about himself, so isn't his psychology even more painful?

"It's useless to stutter like that." Murong Ke suddenly spoke, because he wanted to control the trembling, his body was tense and straight, "You know the secret of this king, and you must be killed and killed." "He forced himself to be tough, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to face this unexpected situation.

When he was a child, he couldn't write, so he hit the wall in such a hurry that his head was bleeding, and his fingers were almost useless because of hard practice. It's not that he doesn't want to work hard, but he just can't write a complete word. So, from childhood to adulthood, I can only use all kinds of stubbornness as an excuse to find someone to write for me. Tonight, he wanted to vent the depression in his chest so much, but the result was ...... It's still so, and it's still seen by Shi Zhongyu.

The only people in the world who know this secret are himself, and his deceased mother. Now that Shi Zhongyu also knows, what is he going to do? Originally, no one should have known, otherwise he would have been humiliated.

"Your Highness." Shi Zhongyu smiled lightly, but Murong Ke didn't feel ridicule or fear at all, "I broke your imperial tea set; Our serpent fruit covenant has not been fulfilled until now, and the apple tree has never sprouted; I know you'll get drunk and unconscious with a little bit of wine; What's the big deal about one more now? If I were to be destroyed, I would have died eight hundred times. ”

"Do you think this king is reluctant?" Murong Ke's words were threatening, but he still let Shi Zhongyu hold him.

"Of course you are reluctant, where to find a good little guy like me, smart, generous and loyal, sincere and studious, noble character, good looks, good character, good character, good attitude."

Hearing Shi Zhongyu boast about himself so loudly, Murong Ke's panic and shame about being knocked into the secret decreased a lot, and he snorted coldly, "Are you sympathetic to this king?" ”

Shi Zhongyu hugged Murong Ke, but it was just a momentary distress, and after a long time, he fell into embarrassment, and it was not to continue to hug, nor was it to let go, at this time, he took the opportunity to jump back and put on an exaggerated appearance, "Your Highness, why should I sympathize with you, it's too late for me to envy, okay?" If people eat whole grains, how can there be a reason not to get sick. But you're good, your illnesses are different, and you're so extraordinary, what do I have to sympathize with you. You don't know how poignant it is that I want to have some strange illness so that I can look special, such as night blindness or congenital heart defects, that is, I can't see things at night, or I pass out when I am stimulated. ”

Murong Ke was stunned, and for the first time in his life, he didn't know how to answer other people's words.

He stared at Shi Zhongyu, trying to see the slightest contempt and ridicule that Shi Zhongyu revealed, but there was no at all. On the contrary, Shi Zhongyu looked envious and amazed, as if he was so great at this problem. Originally, this secret was a mountain pressing on his heart, but why did Shi Zhongyu say it, as if he had been favored by God?

Does this guy still say that he himself is not special? He's special, he's reacting, he's looking at it, he's ...... Let an inexplicable emotion rise in his heart, soft and hot, entangled him so much that he couldn't move.

At first, when this kid saw the burn on his back, he was not afraid, but marveled at the beauty of the wound, and proposed that he tattoo a dragon. Now this boy did not despise the fact that he could not write, as if he was jealous.

And he ...... actually believed it, and what he once thought was so shameful suddenly became lighter.

"You say, 'Is this a disease?' How do you know if you know how to heal? Because he was a little embarrassed and embarrassed, Murong Ke changed the subject.

"Well, when I was a child, I heard from foreign doctors, but very few people can get this disease. So Your Highness, you are truly a unique person. Shi Zhongyu said matter-of-factly, "Actually, it's not a big problem, I heard that there is a tendon in the brain that doesn't move, if you want to recover, don't worry, it's good to train slowly." If it were me, I wouldn't cure it, the defect is what makes me unique. ”

"Really?" Murong Ke seems to have seen hope, martial arts, the proud nine heavens, devouring the starry sky, the Divine Seal Throne, covering the sky, the night, the legend of mortal cultivation of immortals