I Regard You as Enemies, Yet You're All After My Heart!

Chapter 69

In the quilt, Chu Wuqing could feel that the man's exaggerated palm covered his protective shell, with an unknown meaning. His fingertips slid down his head, from his neck to his spine to the place where it was difficult to speak. Even if separated by layers of silk, the feeling was still clear.

"Apprentice," the man's lips were close to his head, and his breath with the smell of pine ink penetrated the silk quilt. "Master is going to peel it, that's the line just crossed."

Chu Wuqing trembled slightly. He just felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more unclear. His soul seemed to be integrated with the little marquis in this environment, holding the seam with both hands.

But where is a man's power that he can resist? Chu Wuqing's brush tip has just touched rice paper... Everyone's eyes fell on his paper.

The flying dragon walks away from the Phoenix and finishes it at one go - after receiving the pen, it is extremely ugly, with a crooked and vertical typesetting... Even three words are wrong.

Prince... The prince was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. Even when he learned to write, he hadn't written such ugly words!

"Cousin... You," the prince couldn't believe it.

"Hahaha, cousin, if I show your words to my father, my father will never scold my words for being ugly every time I meet." the youngest sixth Prince is complacent, "cousin, don't be discouraged. If you practice for another ten or twenty years, you will reach my level."

Chu Wuqing's face is as black as the bottom of the pot. Where is this his word? It's clearly the original owner's. damn Chu Yunshu, it must be he who influenced himself!

Sure enough, the next moment, a familiar figure had stood in front of his desk.

Because of the arrival of Mr. Wang, the laughter around them stopped. They did not dare to put on a royal shelf in front of the prince Shaofu, who had once joined the cabinet and worshipped the prime minister, but was rapidly retreating after becoming the first assistant.

Their father will never support them, but will double punish them.

What's more, although Mr. Chu doesn't have any real duty now, half of the literary ministers in the court come from his family.

Among the scholars outside the imperial court, Mr. Chu is a model of all clear and elegant people, known as the famous among the famous.

At the age of 14, he was the number one scholar, joined the cabinet at the age of 20, and had 23 assistants. Less than 30 years later, he resigned and returned to his hometown. A year later, he was personally invited by his emperor to teach the crown prince, but he was no longer involved in any political affairs.

I don't know how many famous scholars are crazy. They are fascinated by his talent, but he is proud of his fame. How many poems and Fu have he made.

All the princes looked away quietly and practiced their words in a regular manner.

"Teacher," Chu Wuqing pretended respectfully, "the students will practice calligraphy well."

Chu Yunshu dipped his fingers in tea and wrote three transparent fonts, "smelly hooligan."

Chu Wuqing's face burned crimson. The man was obviously mocking his disguise. Last time, it was all kinds of hooligan and abnormal dirty words. Now he has become a teacher.

that 's going too far!

Hum, Chu Wuqing looks up provocatively... Yes, you are a smelly rascal. You are still a smelly rascal in another place. Why, this is a study. Do you think I will be afraid of you, a dark and shady pervert?

When he stopped writing, Chu Wuqing dropped his pen and simply sat down.

"Wuqing, you can't practice words like this," said Chu Yunshu, with a cold look, but his stern voice was full of the teacher's loving care.

The broad palm covered Chu Wuqing's delicate fingers and held the bad man's hand from the back, forcing him to hold the pen again.

All this happened so fast that there was no time to resist!

Chu Wuqing fell into the man's chest. His thin body was completely wrapped and firmly imprisoned by the man. His breath was full of bursts of rosin from the man.

"Tu Tu," whispered the man. He smiled low, and his thick breath fell on Chu Wuqing's round and small earlobes. "Let me teach you how to write smelly hooligans."

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