Su Qingran: “…”

Seeing that she didn't move, Murong Che frowned, "Why do you want me to teach you step by step?"

When Su Qingran heard this, she was so shocked that her pen tip trembled, and the ink stains fainted on the rice paper. She quickly waved her hand, "No, no need."

Take the initiative, don’t be too ashamed, he can think of it!

"Then don't be lazy." Murong Che's voice was cold and he held the ruler in his hand.

Holding a brush and being forced to write, Su Qingran felt so frustrated that she was really treated as a child by this man.

She wanted to roar and shout, "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves", but when she met the man's cold eyes, she had to hold the brush tightly.

Her handwriting has always been elegant. Although her brushes are a little unfamiliar to her, the words she wrote can still see their delicate appearance and can barely be watched.

Murong Che looked at her practicing calligraphy and frowned slightly.

This woman clearly recognizes words, but why can't she write them?

Judging from her appearance, she doesn't seem to be pretending.

strangeness!

The third lady of the Su family seems to have more and more doubts!

Su Qingran wrote it all and wrote it down.

She just doesn't recognize some complicated traditional Chinese characters, and is not really illiterate...

Murong Che looked up and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, Zhao Zhong knocked on the door and sent the medicine over, "Criminal, your medicine."

Murong Che lifted his robe and sat down, held the medicine bowl, and gracefully pinched the spoon.

The bitterness enters the mouth, the man is neither too slow, as if he is tasting tea, elegant and leisurely.

He glanced at the handwriting under Su Qingran's writing and ordered lightly, "Okay, go and sort out the confession of 'Fake Zhou Zheng'."

Su Qingran breathed a little relievedly, raised her hand to take the scroll, turned on the page where she had drawn circles and crossed, and couldn't help frowning.

Even organizing what you write is not easy.

It was actually useless to recognize words just now. She still couldn't write words that could not be written on the volume.

If she had compiled this confession in traditional Chinese, wouldn’t she have to search for words that could not be written?

Sure enough, after just writing two lines, I encountered words that I couldn’t write.

Murong Che glanced at her look of flipping through the book and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Hearing the man's voice, Su Qingran suddenly remembered the existence of the "living dictionary" around her.

"Which word can't be written?" Murong Che put down the medicine bowl and walked over.

"This, this, and this..."

Murong Che: “…”

"Do you know how to write?"

"Something is too." Su Qingran smiled awkwardly.

"First write what you know."

Su Qingran curled her lips and held the brush again.

Thinking of the scene where Murong Che took off the human skin mask on Fake Zhou Zheng's face today, she couldn't help but raise her hand and think about the case in peace.

Although Murong Che has not told her anything about the case over the past period of time, she has followed her every time she has a case for trial and trial, and she has a clue in her mind.

From Zhang Shan to Yingying, Wu Sheng to Wang Junzuo, they were all caused by a party dispute list.

Since ancient times, the struggle for the throne has been the most feared by the emperor.

What's more, the emperor now ascended the throne when he killed his father and brother. He has always been suspicious, so naturally he cannot tolerate the throne being missed by his sons when he was still in his prime!

The so-called disappearance of Linglongyu is just a test of the emperor's sons.
Chapter completed!