Le Lingshi, who was leaning on the painting desk, stood up straight with red eyes:

"The daughter of the people has realized her mistake. From now on, she will never have any contact with the Princess's people. No matter it is a man or a woman, the daughter of the people will keep her distance. What happened today will never happen again."

"..." An Yao frowned, looking at her pitiful appearance, "I don't have any other meaning, I just feel-"

"No need to say it!"

Le Lingshi suddenly stopped her words and looked at her with tears in her eyes:

"It's all my fault. Princess, please don't blame Mr. Su and Mr. Bai. The daughter of the people will resign now!"

After that, she covered her face and cried bitterly and left. She pushed the door open and slammed it. She did it in one breath, but without seeing the person in front of her clearly, she suddenly ran into the arms of the person in front of her.

Le Lingshi apologized hastily, and when she looked up, she saw Zuo Chen looking at her with a sullen face.

Tears fell quietly from the corners of her eyes. She looked at him blankly and clenched her sleeves involuntarily:

"Prince? You, you heard everything?"

-

Lan Anyao inside the house looked at the trembling door frame in confusion, thinking she was seeing an exaggerated artistic creation in the past.

She turned to look at Shen Zaiye and pursed her lips: "Um...sir, since she's gone, it's time for me to go back and do whatever I need to do, right?"

"Of course." Shen Zaiye chuckled and lightly tapped on the table with his white fingers.

The subordinate held a scroll and handed it to An Yao.

An Yao was puzzled: "What is this?"

He looked at her and didn't answer. An Yao frowned and unfolded it. The vertical row of words gave her a headache, especially the fonts that looked like chickens crawling over. The corners of her mouth twitched.

So ugly?!

An Yao immediately closed the scroll and smiled sheepishly: "I should practice my writing."

"Is it time to practice your handwriting? This is your old handwriting, and it is really hard to wait for elegance." Shen Zaiye supported his chin with one hand and looked at her leisurely.

The Little Angel of Winter Warmth gently reminded: "Look at the last comment."

"..." She opened the scroll again and jumped directly to the end. Apart from her broken words, there was a very concise eight-character comment.

Nonsense, nonsense!

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she felt mixed emotions.

If she had known that one day she would travel through time and become this idiot with nothing but a face, she should have trained herself to be a female agent!

After scolding himself a thousand times in his heart, Shen Zaiye said:

"I was asked to describe the scenery of spring, but what you described was the scenery of a waiter in spring."

The man's voice was elegant and pleasant, and he leisurely floated out a few sentences from her "nonsense" article:

"On a spring day, the young master is wearing the lightest clothes, and the wind blows, and the large expanses of skin look so beautiful."

After a pause, Shen Zaiye's tone was slightly mocking:

"Your Highness, can't you even visit a kiln?"

"Pfft." She couldn't hold it back and laughed.

Shen Zaiye's eyes immediately became sharp, which shocked her and bit her lip:

"Sir, you also know that I have no ideas, and in my mind, beauty is all about beauty. If you ask me to write an article, I will definitely not be able to write well..."

"Is it the reason why I can't write well!?"

Shen Zaiye suddenly fell silent and angrily scolded An Yao:

"You are Her Royal Highness the Princess, you represent the face of our country!"

An Yao was startled when she heard this, bit her lip, and struggled: "Then give me another chance, and I will write the spring scenery perfectly. This spring is not the other spring!"

With such a serious oath, Shen Zaiye looked at her coldly and raised the corners of his mouth:

"You only have one chance."

What does it mean?

She was at a loss when she saw Shen Zaiye directly throwing a letter to her:

"This is what your Majesty gave me. Your Majesty has already seen the scene where you described the "spring scenery" and wanted to drive to the west on the spot."

An Yao's mouth twitched: "...Is Father okay?"

"Although it's okay for the time being, my heart is hurt. He has already said that if you don't pass the assessment next month, you will pack up your things and get married again."

"What?"

She stood up suddenly and put her hands on the table:

"I want to get married? Didn't my father say that I should find a son-in-law?"

Shen Zaiye raised his head and stared at her without speaking.

She really wants to find a son-in-law.

His eyes were colder and his heart was filled with jealousy.

An Yao frowned.

It was already hard for her to leave Shen Zaiye, and she couldn't accept it when she was asked to get married at such a juncture in the blink of an eye.

But something suddenly struck her.

An Yao blinked with stars, touched her pocket with one hand, took out a silver treasure, and quietly placed it on the table:

"You can help me with tutoring, or give me a manuscript and I can study it. Do you think that's okay?"

When Shen Zaiye saw this ingot, his face turned blue:

"it works?"

An Yao was stunned, glanced at Yuan Bao, and became even more frightened.

"No, it's useless..." Is this guy quite upright?

"Why do you do this when it's useless?" he continued to ask.

An Yao was also aggrieved. She pursed her lips and took out her sleeve pockets and even her wallet:

"But I have nothing but money..."

She was about to cry as she spoke. She had never been so sad in her life because she only had money.

She pointed to the silver ingot: "Just this ingot, I also have a box of gold at home!"

"..." Shen Zaiye's face became increasingly ugly. He seemed to be gritting his teeth and holding back for a moment, pointing to his painting:

"I asked you to continue drawing. Tell me, what did you draw?"

An Yao was startled and looked in the direction he pointed.

In that beautiful landscape painting, the left half is magnificent, and the other half...

A little fat doll wearing a mask, with a fat face and a wide body, wearing ancient costumes, stood beside him, making gestures with a cold face.

But if you take a closer look, the fat baby's clothes are exactly the same as Shen Zaiye's.

An Yao chuckled:

"This is a lovely portrait that I drew specially for you."

Shen Zaiye suddenly sneered: "Real portrait?"

"Yeah, look at this hair and clothes, aren't they all yours? And look at this stinky face!"

Before An Yao noticed someone's cold atmosphere, she walked up to the painting table and pointed at her "masterpiece":

"I drew all of this to capture your charm, especially this face!"

The arrogant look in the fat baby's eyes in the painting is indeed very similar to Shen Zaiye's sometimes.

The book boy next to him stretched his neck and looked at it, and said with some surprise: "Not to mention, young master, he really looks a bit like you!"

"..."

Shen Zaiye glanced at him immediately, and the smile on the boy's face disappeared instantly:

"My subordinate made a mistake."

Shen Zaiye looked at An Yao again, and seeing the joy on her face, his eyes dimmed slightly: "From today on, every day, you have to come to me to learn painting and calligraphy, and I will teach you."
Chapter completed!