Chapter 47 Words, Ziyuan
Because he was the one who almost pushed the little princess down the stairs, trying to throw the little princess to death.

The maids were really worried, and after discussing it, Xiangling and Jinhua came in to serve, keeping a close eye on Prince Donglin, and if he dared to harm the princess, he would tell the prince immediately.

Mu Jiuqing brought Feng Mingjue to the study room, and left Xiangling and Jin Hua alone to wait on Yanmo.

"Brother Ming, come and sit."

She patted the carved rosewood chair in front of the desk, motioning for him to sit over.

Feng Mingjue smiled, walked over to sit down with happy eyes.

Then the girl behind him took a brush and taught him to hold the brush and write.

She approached suddenly, exuding a quiet fragrance of purple orchids from her body.

In an instant, her breath was filled with her smell.

A breeze blew outside the window, and a strand of her blue hair fluttered in front of her eyes. She could see her beautiful, slender and fair neck with her head tilted, and her slightly parted pink lips.

The young man raised his eyes and peeked at them secretly. His eyes gradually darkened. Did this woman want to seduce him?

Just when he was thinking that he suddenly felt a softness close at hand, and even touched his arm. At this moment, Feng Mingjue froze, and suddenly he didn't dare to move, feeling a little nervous. When her hand held his hand, softly whispering in his ear, the root of his ear turned red like a boiled shrimp, and his heart beat violently, like a deer bumping wildly, making people want to push her away, but he couldn't move her In the slightest, it's really annoying.

"Will it be?"

Mu Jiuqing taught him the basics of holding a pen, then wrote the three characters "Feng Ziyuan" on the rice paper, looked up at him and said.

Feng Ming quickly calmed down, nodded calmly, looked down at the words on the rice paper, and couldn't help being surprised, "Princess, do you know my words?"

His name is Feng Mingjue, and his style name is Ziyuan.

No one in Prince Mu's Mansion knows what his name is.

How did she know?
Mu Jiuqing was startled when she heard the words, her eyes flashed subconsciously to wipe her panic, and said, "My princess didn't know that this was your name, I wrote it casually, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

The young man said "oh" in a low voice, and without thinking about it, he just assumed that she was just guessing.

Mu Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief, quickly diverted his attention, and said, "Then write these three words and show me."

"it is good."

As he spoke, he held the pen and began to write on the rice paper.

The posture of holding the pen is very reluctant, and the writing is crooked, just like the writing of a child who has just started reading and writing big characters, so-called like a dog crawling.

Mu Jiuqing watched him writing very seriously and focusedly, raised her eyebrows involuntarily, and sneered secretly, this thing pretended to be like that.

In his previous life, when he first entered the academy, he was ridiculed as a waste because he couldn't hold a pen, write, or read.

His surface is angry and inferior.

Everyone looked down on him, laughed at him, and teased him.

But as everyone knows, all of this is deliberately hidden by him. For so many years, he has pretended to be a fool, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and fooling others as fools.

In fact, he is very smart, has a photographic memory, and can learn everything quickly, but he knows that the royal family of Xichu can't see that Donglin's future prince is too good, so he intends to destroy himself.

Be careful everywhere to protect yourself.

He is also afraid that he is too good and will be envied and murdered by others, so in his previous life, he behaved poorly in front of others, unable to learn anything, not good at writing or martial arts, and always acting stupid than others.

Once, Emperor Xichu went to the Royal Academy to test the students.

He took the opportunity to test Prince Donglin, and in the end, Emperor Xichu was very satisfied, and he took it lightly from then on, and no longer sent people to watch him all the time, treating him as a waste that could not be supported by mud.

In this way, he successfully deceived everyone, including her.

 This book is classical and empty, the story is purely fictitious, please do not pay attention to history.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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