Chapter 998 It’s Still Too Late to Pretend to Be Cute 25

The candlelight danced slightly in the room, and the earth dragon was burning in the room, which was extremely warm.

Coupled with the person walking in front, people can't help but feel a sense of peace of mind.

Chu Ci turned to look at him, sat on the stool, and watched him sit down too. Then she propped her chin and said, "If you don't sleep well, what are you doing here?"

The little girl looked soft and soft, sitting behind the desk with a serious expression on her face.

Su Yu pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes naturally fell on the half-copied Buddhist scriptures on Chu Ci's side.

He paused before speaking, "Is the princess being punished today because of me?"

"No." Chu Ci shook her head seriously, "It's entirely because I didn't think it through and forgot that the Cheng family is on the queen's side, and you can't see blood when you hit someone."

Chu Ci's matter-of-fact tone stunned Su Yu.

I saw the little princess patting the table lightly with her little hand, and the soft bun had a depressed look on his face, "Do you think that if I kicked him hard back then, I wouldn't be able to tell after a while?"

Judging from the depressed expression on Baozi's face, he seems to be quite regretful about this incident.

Su Yu:......

"Also, you can just call me by my name. You don't need to call me princess," Chu Ci said immediately, then tilted her head and thought for a while, "Otherwise, you can just call me sister. After all, you have to be here in the future. I live here.”

But didn’t you say before that you wanted to have a husband?

Su Yu looked at Chu Ci in front of him, and finally swallowed the question that he almost blurted out, responded in a low voice, and changed the topic.

"I can copy it for you."

He raised his head and his eyes fell on the Buddhist scriptures on Chu Ci's table.

Although Su Yu did not receive a good education, he was taught reading and writing when King Xiao was around, so just copying books would indeed come in handy.

Chu Ci chuckled lightly, blinked her big eyes, greeted him, and asked him to come over and write a few words for herself.

Su Yu did not hesitate and approached Chu Ci directly.

Chu Ci had a faint sweet scent, and as she got closer, the scent became even richer, but it didn't make people feel too greasy, but a very subtle and refreshing sweetness.

The man had already put a pen into his hand, pulled out a piece of rice paper from the side, and looked at himself with interest.

Su Yu didn't say anything. He raised his pen and wrote a few words on the rice paper based on the contents of the Buddhist scriptures.

Then he glanced at Chu Ci standing beside him.

There was a trace of doubt in Chu Ci's eyes. She had naturally investigated Su Yu's situation clearly, but she didn't expect that this person actually had good handwriting.

It's a bit restrained, but it's not difficult to see the publicity hidden in it.

The movement of the fingertips is also a bit stiff, probably because he has just changed his original writing habit.

Seeing the confusion in Chu Ci's eyes, Su Yu froze for a moment, the pen in his hand shook slightly, and a drop of ink instantly fell from the tip of the pen, leaving a black dot on the snow-white rice paper.

Chu Ci didn't think much, and stretched out her hand from the side, took Su Yu's hand, and then squeezed his hand to write.

The black stains were blurred out, and finally it was painted into an ink butterfly with wings that changed in color and seemed to be flying gracefully.

"It seems that the requirements for finding a husband for you should be higher."