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Xuan Mo was still feeling disappointed as he had lost another opportunity to deepen his impression.

"Your Highness, if you want to write beautiful characters, it is not enough to just bury your head in practice. You need to find a good method." Xuan Mo said slowly.

Lan Ning stopped writing and looked at Xuan Mo curiously, "What method?"

Xuan Mo paused, picked up the cinnabar pen, and explained to Lan Ning stroke by stroke, "Have you understood it?"

Lanning confessed: "My eyes can do it, but my hands can't."

Xuan Mo paused again. He stared at Lan Ning's small hand for a while. Lan Ning had grown some weight due to Xuan Heng's care during this period. With regular use of medicines, the scar on the back of her hand had become lighter, and her ten fingers were slender and beautiful.

Xuan Mo couldn't help but glance in the direction of Xuan Heng. A lot of memorials had been piled up on the desk at some point, blocking the view of others, so he couldn't see this side.

If he got too close to Lanning, would the Regent across the street let him live to see the sun tomorrow?

"I'm sorry for the offense." Xuan Mo suddenly muttered.

He stood up and stood behind Lan Ning. He bent down and held the little hand. Observing etiquette, he guided her to write a complete word stroke by stroke.

It was the first time he was so close to a girl. The pair of furry cat ears brushed against his cheeks from time to time and even rubbed his lips inadvertently.

It was very itchy, and he wanted to rub it.

The strong rose scent at the tip of his nose tempted Xuan Mo to let his imagination run wild. After finally finishing writing the word, Xuan Mo suppressed the throbbing in his heart and was reluctant to let go of the soft little hand.

"All right."

Lan Ning looked at the beautiful words on the paper in amazement. It was hard for her to imagine that these words were written by herself. Of course, she did not forget who deserved the credit.

"Thank you, Lord Xuan." Lan Ning couldn't wait to blow dry the ink on the paper. Before Xuan Mo could react, she happily took the words and went to find Xuan Heng.

It’s just two words, is it worth being happy about?

Xuan Mo couldn't help but think of his efforts over the years. His health was not good, and because he was the son of the leader and carried the hope of the tribe, he was also very happy when he successfully learned the method of circulation.

Xuan Mo's gaze followed the energetic figure, and the corners of his lips could not help but slowly rise.

Her Royal Highness is really cute.

[Xuan Mo's favorability +2, total favorability: 42. ]

"Did you write this yourself?" Xuan Heng was buried behind a pile of memorials. He watched Lan Ning flying towards him like a little butterfly, and the irritating feeling of fatigue disappeared in an instant.

However, looking at the paper that Lan Ning handed over, the handwriting was particularly familiar, clearly from Xuan Mo.

Lan Ning said that she wrote it.

Xuan Heng glanced in the direction where Xuan Mo was, and that direction was filled with memorials without him noticing. So while he was working hard on his work, Xuan Mo was teaching Lan Ning how to write?

"This handwriting is not pretty." Xuan Heng pulled Lan Ning, who was full of joy, into his arms, held her hand and picked up the pen, "I'll teach you."

There is a saying that goes, "A person's handwriting reflects his character."

Xuan Mo's handwriting was soft and clean, with a barely perceptible sharpness at the beginning and end of each stroke, whereas Xuan Heng's handwriting was the same as others, soft and flowing, with a hint of arrogance at every turn.

They are actually very beautiful words.

Lan Ning was naturally the happiest because he was led to write two good words.

"Xiaoguai, tell me, which one is better looking?" Xuan Heng stubbornly wanted Lan Ning to say who was better. He felt that he was no worse than Xuan Mo.

How could he hide this little trick from Lan Ning?

"I wrote them all, and they're all good looking," Lan Ning said happily.

Xuan Heng felt suffocated when he saw her innocent look. He wished Lan Ning could understand more about the ways of the world, but not too much. He would feel this way every time he saw another man approaching Lan Ning.

Well, if you don’t understand, then you don’t understand.

Xuan Heng arranged Lan Ning to sit next to him and never gave any man the chance to get close to her.

Fu Rou watched them vying to teach Lan Ning how to write from beginning to end. It would be a lie to say that she was not jealous.

One of these two outstanding men is the Regent, and the other is the Right Minister. In Wanjing City, they are the objects of competition among the wives. If they were not the candidates for the princess' husband, they would have been abducted long ago.

In the past, Furou would definitely look down on him.

One is bloodthirsty, cunning and unruly, while the other is weak and fragile, and he may die at any time.

But things are different now.

The appearance of Lan Ning disrupted all her plans. She couldn't help but instigate the three factions in the court to openly take sides, and also made her lose the trust of the empress. Seeing the people around her leaving one by one, Fu Rou couldn't help but feel anxious.

After all, she is a princess who was raised in Wanjing City. She is much better than Lan Ning!

With this idea in mind, Furou came to the Qinzheng Palace. She wanted to win back Xuanmo and Jingye.

How could she have imagined that Xuan Mo was interested in Lan Ning, and that the self-disciplined Right Minister would actually teach an ugly woman how to practice calligraphy? !

Furou really wanted to go crazy.

When did things start to get out of control?

"Princess Furou?" A courtier who was closer to the palace entrance spotted Furou standing at the door in a daze. He hurriedly and carefully glanced at the people over there, fearing that the arrival of this ancestor would implicate them.

Furou came back to her senses. She put on a gentle smile and looked at the palace curiously. "It seems that I came at the wrong time."

The courtier didn't say anything. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I've been busy lately. I still have some official duties to attend to. Your Highness, please do as you please."

Furou felt very uncomfortable being suddenly ignored. She frowned as she looked at the courtier who was working hard.

She used to be the center of attention, and even if the court officials were busy, they would never neglect her.

It’s all because of Lan Ning’s arrival.

Furou took a deep breath, and she walked into the Qinzheng Palace. Under Jingye's gaze, she walked to the side of the courtiers who supported her. She asked softly, "Did Hengyue send back any news?"

She had few husbands, only three, and Hengyue was the most caring and the one she was most satisfied with. Now that Hengyue was going to the Swamp, she was naturally worried.

She has already lost the support of too many people and cannot afford to lose Hengyue again.

"No." The young man's eyes were gentle, and he did not have any grudge against Furou because of what happened recently. He comforted her gently, "Your Highness, don't worry, Minister Zuo will be fine."

Furou smiled at him gently. She concealed the worry in her eyes and kept stroking her belly. "I also hope that he can return safely."

Who the baby in her belly belongs to is no secret in the palace, and she hopes for Hengyue's safety more than anyone else.

Furou nodded gently, "Yes, he is so powerful, he will be fine."

The sound of talking here attracted the attention of the other side.

Lan Ning was in a bad mood when she saw this hypocritical woman, and her eyes were particularly sharp. If there were not so many people in the hall at this moment, she would definitely tear Fu Rou to pieces alive.

That woman is pregnant now. If something happens to her in front of Lan Ning, it might cause a fight between the cat and fox tribes. This is not what the empress wants to see, so she arranged Jing Ye to be by Lan Ning's side.