The sky was getting dark, but the study room of Prince Shuo's Mansion was still bright.
Beitang Shuo was engrossed in copying, while Wen Xining was sitting on the soft couch beside him, drinking fragrant tea, crossing his legs, looking leisurely.
I turned around and looked at the darkening night, thinking that it was time for dinner. Then I looked at the fool who was "hardworking and uncomplaining". I felt a little unbearable, so I couldn't help but pick up the teacup in my hand and stood up and walked over.
Putting the cup in front of him, he said awkwardly: "Now, have a sip of tea."
"Hey, thank you, madam." Beitang Shuo looked up and smiled sweetly, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, then continued to copy.
Wen Xining stood next to him, watching him writing furiously. The more he looked, the more beautiful his handwriting became. Then he turned to look at his serious profile and sighed in his heart again. He is so handsome.
How can someone who writes so well be a fool?
It is said that he had an accident when he was eight years old, and the late Queen also died in that accident, so he became stupid due to the stimulation, and his IQ only stayed at the age of eight. I think he had such good calligraphy at eight years old.
He mastered it when he was only 2 years old. He has been trained as a prince, so he must be very good.
What a pity.
Thinking about it, she really regarded him as an 8-year-old child. Children like to be praised and encouraged when they do things, right? So she smiled and said: "My husband's handwriting is so beautiful."
"Hey, madam, my husband is great, isn't he?" Beitang Shuo grabbed the pen holder, turned his head and asked the lady with a cute pink smile.
"Awesome, of course he is awesome. Who is my husband-in-law? If he wasn't awesome, I wouldn't marry him." He smiled evilly, wrapping his hands around his baby face and pulling him over. Damn, he really didn't deserve praise.
"Master, write quickly, write quickly, there are still two more copies."
After a moment of silence...
"Madam, my shoulders are sore."
"My lady, I'll rub it for you."
"Madam, I'm hot."
"Then the lady will give you a fan."
"Madam, I'm sweating a lot on my forehead."
"Come on, madam... help you wipe it."
Wen Xining said through gritted teeth. She must have had her head caught in the door to pity this fool. How could she have forgotten his ability to push the envelope?
With a snap, she threw the handkerchief she had just picked up into his face, turned around and returned to the soft couch without looking back, "Wipe it yourself, and copy it quickly after wiping it. You are not allowed to eat until you finish copying it."
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A pink veil was placed on Beitang Shuo's handsome face. After a moment, a whimpering sound came from behind the veil: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuchus, Shuoer is so pitiful."
"..." Wen Xining glared at him fiercely and suddenly covered her ears. If she didn't listen, this fool would pretend to be pitiful to gain her sympathy. She would never be fooled again.
Quan'er, who was sitting on the other side and copying a book, secretly covered her mouth. She bet that the young lady would lose to the prince in the end.