C15 A Good Word!

When they arrived at the Eastern Palace, Leng Manyou took Lu Yuanxi to the study room.

Leng Manyou’s intention was simple. He would protect Lu Yuanxi as long as she went to do whatever she wanted.

Lu Yuanxi turned the brush a few times. The paper in front of her was still blank. A few pages of the Treatise of Confucius were blown away by the wind.

Leng Manyou raised his eyes and looked away from the book, turning his gaze to Lu Yuanxi.

“You didn’t even write a word?”

Leng Manyou and Lu Yuanxi sat not too far away from each other, so Leng Manyou could see the blank paper in front of Lu Yuanxi.

Lu Yuanxi put down the brush and leaned back in the chair.

“Yeah, I copied it once. I have to copy it three times. Where’s the motivation to copy it?”

Leng Manyou was silent for a moment before he said, “If you copy it once, I’ll help you copy the remaining two times.”

When Lu Yuanxi heard this, her lazy attitude instantly disappeared.

He sat up straight and looked at Leng Manyou. “You’ve finished copying?”

Leng Manyou closed the book calmly and picked up the paper beside him. He said, “I don’t need it.”

Comparing people was infuriating. Lu Yuanxi didn’t understand this before. After all, the Lu Yuanxi in the past could be described as a “heaven’s proud son”. But now…

Lu Yuanxi didn’t know what kind of expression she should show.

He seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of that sentence.

Leng Manyou was really going to help him. He picked up the brush and paper and looked at Lu Yuanxi. “Write a few words first.”

Leng Mantou would never write Lu Yuanxi’s name. He had practiced it in his previous life. However, he was not yet fully grown up and could not expose it too early.

Lu Yuanxi picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. After thinking for a while, she wrote the word “Lu” on the paper.

Leng Mantou, “…”

It did not look like a seven-year-old child’s handwriting, but more like a three-year-old child’s.

After Lu Yuanxi finished writing, she looked at Leng Mantou with a sense of accomplishment.

“How is it? Not bad, right?”

He had a bad impression of Leng Mantou. When he was writing, his hands could not help trembling a few times.

Leng Mantou stared at the handwriting that was hard to look at for a long time. Then, he moved his gaze to Lu Yuanxi’s face.

“Do you want to hear the truth or lie?”

Lu Yuanxi blinked. “Lie.”

“Ugly,” Leng Mantou said.

“Then what about the truth?”

Instinct told Lu Yuanxi that Leng Mantou would not lie with his eyes open. What Leng Mantou said next also confirmed Lu Yuanxi’s instinct. It was quite accurate.

“Ugly.”

“I’m only seven years old. It’s normal that my handwriting is ugly,” Lu Yuanxi argued.

“But you haven’t written as well as a three-year-old child,” Leng Mantou said bluntly.

Lu Yuanxi, “…”

“Lord Lu’s handwriting is good. Since you were three years old, he taught you how to write. Lord Lu is a good teacher. Your handwriting shouldn’t be like this.”

Lu Yuanxi blinked and asked, “How do you know that Father taught me how to write since I was three years old?”

Leng Mantou looked at Lu Yuanxi calmly and said, “Isn’t that so? Marquis Lu often boasted about how he taught his son well. He has been writing well since he was young. Your handwriting is the ‘good handwriting’ that Marquis Lu said?”

As she spoke, Leng Mantou glanced at the only ‘Lu’ character on the piece of paper in front of Lu Yuanxi.

“…”

Lu Yuanxi quickly reached out her hand and rolled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it on the table.

Lu Yuanxi did not doubt Leng Mantou’s words.