Reborn Amalgamation

The old gentleman stroked his gray beard, and said with a smile: "The old man is very curious, can you ask the people with similar handwriting, who taught you how to write? The gentleman who taught calligraphy, how is it?" How can you teach the characters of all of you to be so similar?"

After saying this, the old gentleman pointed out all the homework with similar handwriting without any shame.

Zhennan Wang Xiaoshizi and his companions, Princess Qingyang and her three, and An Guogong's grandson, as well as other people, almost all the people in the school room were selected.

The only ones that the old gentleman didn't order were the eldest princess and Jingya.

After counting everyone's names, the old gentleman called his assistant to return everyone's homework, saying: "Everyone that I just called out, please rewrite yesterday's homework again. This time the time limit has also been relaxed. , Three days, three days later, I want to see the homework written by you yourself on the desk."

After finishing speaking, the old gentleman walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving the people in the classroom behind him in an uproar.

Jing Ya glanced at the homework sent back, the one written by the eldest princess was placed at the top, and it was very different from her handwriting, but the old gentleman didn't mention a word.

That's right, only companions have ever written copies of books for others, but I've never heard of anyone ghostwriting their own companions.

Jing Ya was about to take the copy that the eldest princess wrote for her to the bottom, but suddenly felt that there was an extra person beside her, so she immediately turned her head to look over, unexpectedly, the extra person was Qing Princess Yang.

Jing Ya nodded to her and called out: "Princess Qingyang."

Princess Qingyang waved her hand, her cheeks were slightly red, as if she was very shy, and said: "Miss Jing, I...well, can I have a look at your homework?"

Jing Ya smiled slightly and pushed the stack of papers in front of her: "Princess, please."

"Then... I'm sorry, Miss Jing..."

"The princess is polite."

Princess Qingyang picked up the homework, only flipped through two or three pages, and asked with a little unnatural curiosity: "Huh? It seems... It's my aunt's handwriting..."

Jing Ya looked at her curiously as if she was acting there calmly.

Princess Qingyang had no choice but to turn a few pages back, bite the bullet and continued: "It's really similar..."

The young prince of Zhennan Wang's family at the back had very sharp ears, and when he heard Qingyang's voice, he came over and brought his little follower along, and asked, "Qingyang, what do you mean?"

Princess Qingyang pointed to the words on the paper, and said firmly to the young son of the Wang family in Zhennan: "I said this word, this word looks like my aunt's, do you think it looks like it?"

Chen Chen, the young prince of Zhennan Wang, looked at the characters carefully, and exclaimed: "It really looks a bit like... But this is, this is Miss Jing's homework, right? Miss Jing's characters," Chen Chen paused. He pressed down, looked at Jingya, and tentatively said: "This word...is it so similar to that of His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess..."

Jing Ya only smiled and did not respond, but the other people around heard Chen Chen's words.

Jing Ya glanced at the eldest princess who was sitting upright in front of her as if she couldn't hear the voice behind her, and rubbed her fingers hidden in her sleeves lightly, feeling somewhat clear and warm in her heart.

The eldest princess's rare kindness, she really can't live up to it.

With the vigorous publicity of Zhennan Wang Xiaoshizi and Qingyang County Master, everyone in the Lingyun Pavilion soon knew about the fact that the eldest princess copied Jingya's book.

And then, the "rumor" that the eldest princess doesn't like classics and elegance will be self-defeating.

And for quite a long time afterwards, the eldest princess did not make any troubles about Jingya.But as long as there is homework such as copying books, Jingya will do all the work for the eldest princess.

After coming down once or twice, Jingya became self-conscious. Whenever there was such a homework, she consciously took two copies of paper, and returned to hand it in before Xushi when she finished writing.This way, Jing Ya has learned the words of the eldest princess a lot, and if you don't distinguish carefully, it is almost impossible to tell that it was written by two people.

In the middle and late March, the weather gets warmer and warmer.

The peach blossom tree planted in Lingyun Pavilion has also reached its flowering period, and the flowers are blooming, like a long section of pink brocade clouds, bright and beautiful, and the wind blows the fragrance of flowers, almost can make people intoxicated by the flowers inside.

This morning, Jing Ya went to Lingyun Pavilion together with the eldest princess after breakfast as usual.

However, when passing by the clump of peach blossoms, the eldest princess stopped, Jing Ya looked at her with puzzled eyes, and asked, "What does the eldest princess want to do?"

The eldest princess didn't return, she just smiled and pointed to the peach blossom forest over there.

flower?

Jing Ya watched the eldest princess walk towards the flower forest, and became even more curious.As far as she knows, the eldest princess is not someone who likes to appreciate flowers and make grass, so why did she think of going to get those peach blossoms today?

Before Jingya could come up with a result, the eldest princess walked towards her with a broken peach blossom.

Jing Ya looked at it and subconsciously took half a step back.

The eldest princess hasn't bothered her for several days, maybe she's coming again today...

As a result, good things don't work and bad things work.

Jing Ya had no choice but to raise her hand, but she was suppressed by the eldest princess after raising a little arc. The eldest princess said: "This flower is so delicate, don't touch it, it will be ugly if the petals fall off when you turn around." .”

"It will stay next to your bun all day. If it doesn't look good, it will hurt yourself."

Jing Ya had no choice but to put her hand back and asked, "Does the eldest princess like this flower?"

The eldest princess looked at the peach blossom beside the elegant bun she had given to the hairpin, nodded and said: "It's beautiful in color, of course I like it."

Jing Ya discussed it and said: "Then why not when school is over, I will break a few more branches for the eldest princess and take them back to raise, so that the eldest princess can enjoy them at any time, is that okay?"

The eldest princess shook her finger, looked away from the peach blossom branch, and said, "Not good."

"What I want to admire is the flowers that bloom next to your bun. However, if you are willing to wear the hairpin every day so that I can admire it, that's fine."

Jing Yadun had nothing to say: "..."

The eldest princess said with satisfaction: "Go in, it's almost time to start classes."

Jing Ya didn't want to go in: "I...suddenly feel unwell, and I will go back after telling my husband for leave later. The eldest princess doesn't have to wait for me, just go in first."

However, the eldest princess ignored her thoughts, directly grabbed her wrist, led her to the classroom, and said, "It's useless to feel uncomfortable."

"Go to the class first, and after school is over, I'll call a doctor to come over and take a good look at you to see where you feel and what kind of discomfort you have."

Jing Ya had no choice but to be dragged into the classroom by the eldest princess.

As expected, as soon as she entered, everyone's eyes gathered.

Jing Ya had no choice but to pretend that she couldn't see them, maintaining the same indifferent expression on her face, pretending that nothing happened, and sat down in her seat very calmly.

It was so easy to get through half a day of class, and when school was over, Jing Ya closed the door and walked directly to the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

Turning her head slightly, Jing Ya took a look at the peach blossom on the side of her bun, and raised her hand to pull it out, but suddenly remembered what the eldest princess had said about the delicate flower in the morning, so she flexed her fingers and paused. After a pause and a little hesitation, she continued to work and carefully removed the branch of peach blossom on the edge of the bun.

Looking carefully at the branch of peach blossom that was taken down, Jing Ya gently stroked the delicate petals, and the sweet pink trembled under her fingertips.

What the eldest princess said is good, it really is a good color...

Well, for a good color like this, I should raise it and appreciate it...