Datang broom star

Li Hong asked: "Didn't I have a lot of handwriting in your house? My uncle said last time that my handwriting was not good."

Zeng Xianglin: "..."

He has read Jia Pingan's words...

Jia Yu smiled and said, "Isn't this urgent?"

Li Hong said: "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"I brought it."

Jia Yu took out the pen and paper.

"Where's Mo?" Li Hong stared.

"and many more."

Li Hong slowly took out the ink stick, and then took out a small inkstone, seeing the black lines on the heads of the people around him.

Li Hong looked at the crowd, pointed at Zeng Xianglin, "Bend down."

What to do?

Zeng Xianglin was puzzled, and bent down according to the order.

Jia Yu continued to grind the ink, but he was a little embarrassed that he had no place to put the inkstone.

"Hey!" The prince sighed, "Put it on the ground."

Jia Yu squatted down, and it didn't take long to polish the ink.

The prince dipped the brush into the ink and asked, "What character do you want?"

Jia Yu said: "Study hard and make progress every day."

Li Hong glanced at him, "If you don't study hard, I'm afraid uncle will send you into the army to train yourself later."

The paper was laid on Zeng Xianglin's back, the prince touched it, frowned and said, "It's very painful!"

Zeng Xianglin was aggrieved, "The servant girl eats less and has more bones."

The prince looked at the crowd, and a burly Qianniuwei stepped forward, "Your Highness, I fell on my back when I was young, and said it was flat."

Jia Yu felt that something was wrong. If he fell flat, would this person still be alive?

Li Hong tried it and was very satisfied.

After he swiped away, the guard said: "Next time, whenever you want to write, your Highness just greets you."

Jia Yu took the writing back and rolled it up when the ink was dry on the way.

After returning to the classroom, it was still noisy inside.

"The prince looked at me from time to time when he was talking!"

"fart!"

A group of teenagers suddenly got close to the State Reserve, and the excitement was beyond words.

Yang Yue leaned on the desk behind her and sneered, "Shangting, didn't you ask for the crown prince's name? Why didn't you dare to go? You are as timid as a mouse!"

Shang Ting was aggrieved, but had nothing to say.

Yang Yue clapped her hands and laughed, "Do you think the prince's calligraphy is easy to find? The prince's calligraphy is not easy, and you are the only one? Hahahaha!"

Shang Ting thumped the table angrily.

Bah!

He had just thumped the table, and a rolled-up paper was placed on the table.

Shang Ting raised his eyes, "Jia Yu...what is this?"

Jia Yu said, "What you want."

Shang Ting wondered, "What do I want?"

He opened it up.

"Study hard, improve every day... sign up... sign up..."

Shang Ting's voice was trembling, "Is it... the words of His Royal Highness?"

The classroom was instantly quiet like a basement.

Everyone stared blankly at the paper.

There is no problem with the signature, it is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Who the hell dares to impersonate?

boom!

The atmosphere immediately exploded.

"Jia Yu, you actually got the name of the prince?"

"Jia Yu, what is your relationship with the prince?"

"Could it be that you are relatives?"

Yang Yue blushed, "It must be...a fake!"

Shang Ting held up the paper, "Come on, go and make a fake and show it to Yeye! Who in Chang'an City dares to make a fake Prince Edward?"

Yang Yue's eyeballs were red, half from envy and half from rage.

Shang Ting cupped his hands, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome!"

Jia Yu walked back, sat down slowly, and took out a book to read.

Shang Ting's grateful eyes were red, "Jia Yu is so kind."

Jia Yu frowned, "It's just a matter of convenience, there is no need to do so."

Someone asked, "Jia Yu, how did you ask for the word?"