"Then what about the homework assigned by the master?"

Xiang He glanced at the pile of books, and silently looked at the dark sky.

"It's up to you, Xianghe."

Patting her on the shoulder with her left hand, Chu Yu had an expression of "I leave the heavy responsibility to you, don't let me down".

It can be seen that Xianghe is under a lot of pressure.

Her handwriting is different from His Royal Highness.

Will it really not be exposed to ghostwriting?

Late at night, Xiang He sits at the desk instead of Chu Yu, writing hard.

Looking at Chu Yu who was eating happily, the aroma of candied cakes drew out the peaceful greedy worms.

Who knew that Shang Shufang had so much homework that she didn't even have time to finish her meal.

After twisting a piece of jujube mud cake, Chu Yu stuffed it into Xiang He's mouth and poured another cup of tea for her.

"I'll work hard for Xianghe tonight."

Seeing that the ink on the inkstone platform was dry, Chu Yu stepped forward to study the ink, and from time to time he guided Xiang He's strategy.

To be precise, most of the schoolwork was written by Xianghe.

All the strategies and theories were dictated by Chu Yu.

"The slave also wants to eat a piece of pineapple cake."

Xiang He's wrists were sore and numb as he wrote, but he couldn't satisfy his appetite.

"No problem, don't say a piece, I'll bring you a plate."

What is a pineapple cake? If you can't finish your homework, you have to be a scoundrel.

The two had a clear division of labor, the hill-like homework gradually diminished, and the candles at the desk were about to burn out.

Stretching, Xiang He yawned and said with misty eyes,

"Your Highness, it's alright, the servants can't even open their eyes."

With so many assignments, what kind of trouble are you going to make!

Thinking that His Highness was inexplicably pitiful, he was sent to the study room by His Majesty's words.

In the past, how could the princess of Daliang have been to the Shang study room, and it was not all about teaching a girl or a girl.

Your Highness is miserable!

"It's hard work! Go to sleep now."

She didn't listen to this afternoon's class, and she has to watch it again now.

If she is randomly checked to memorize the text tomorrow, and she can't memorize it, it will be a man's silent tears.

The candle in Changle Hall was replaced by another, and it was not extinguished until the middle of the night.

And tonight, Chu Yu was sleeping on her head, even forgetting about the peace talisman.

In the early morning of the second day, Chu Yu hurriedly packed up, and went to Bentai Hospital to get a bottle of Yuqing ointment.

This thing is expensive, she can't let Song Qinghuan spend it in vain.

"His Royal Highness came very early today, is the injury on his hand better?"

Song Qing smiled happily, and her eyes fell on her slightly swollen palm.

"Much better, thank you for the ointment."

Chu Yu returned the complete bottle of ointment to her and smiled in return.

"Ointment? What kind of ointment?"

Song Qinghuan frowned slightly, she did not send ointment to Chu Yu.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Chu Yu was also confused.

If it wasn't Song Qing's farewell, who would it be?

At this time, the class bell rang and the students entered the classroom. The morning class was still Cao Fu's strategy.

The students in the first row took back their textbooks and respectfully handed them to Cao Fu who was sitting at the desk for correction.

The vermillion pen circled the page and made a salsa sound.

The students sat upright, for fear of attracting Cao Fu's attention, they would be dragged up to memorize the text.

Suddenly, Sasha's voice stopped, Cao Fu raised his head, and his eyes fell on Chu Yu.

"His Royal Highness asked someone to write this assignment on your behalf."

Cao Fu used an affirmative sentence, and the handwriting was so different from Chu Yu's, that he couldn't let go of the water even if he wanted to.

Is it true that His Majesty didn't come to check the schoolwork of the princes and princesses?

"It was written by my maidservant."

Chu Yu stood up and saluted, and admitted it generously.

Cao Fu's head got big when he heard it. It's alright to find a reason for this. Is it alright to admit it directly?

"But I asked Xiang He to write it because my hand was swollen, and I dictated her to write it."

Afraid that Cao Fu would not believe it, Chu Yu raised the slightly swollen right palm.

With Chu Yu's explanation, this matter was over, but no one wanted to let it go.

"If you don't want to write your homework, you don't want to write. What reason are you looking for?"

Song Wanqiu murmured, from the very beginning, she had not liked this princess.

Just because she was a princess, would Shen Ye be under the pressure of His Majesty to teach her?

"That's right, Qinghua, what way do you have to prove that this policy theory was dictated by you, not copied by someone?"

This is her sixth brother, who has not dealt with her since he was a child.

I couldn't beat her when was a child, and when grew up, used to do some tricks.

With the help of the sixth prince, Song Wanqiu also straightened his back and spoke with confidence.

"Who doesn't know the people in Shengjing City? Princess Qinghua is very skilled in martial arts, but she doesn't know anything about the culture class."

The three words of the two were enough to arouse everyone's suspicion.

For a time, the students asked Cao Fu to punish Chu Yu to prove justice.

Song Qinghuan sat next to her, and became anxious too, and could not help but stand up to argue with them,

"His Royal Highness has a pure heart and is definitely not a fraudster. You should not be taken advantage of by someone with a heart."

Glancing at Song Wanqiu's arrogant face, Song Qinghuan's frown deepened.

Originally, when she was in the Duke's Mansion, she liked to play tricks, but this is the palace.

His Highness didn't care about the fact that she lied and claimed to be sick before, but she still had to jump in front of His Highness.

How stupid!

"Oh, what my sister said is really interesting, but it's just a day's companion reading, is it going to reverse black and white?"

"Even if you are a princess, you should abide by the rules of the school."

Seeing that Cao Fu hadn't planned to speak yet, the students pointed their finger at him again.

"Master Cao doesn't want to be favoritism because she's a princess, right?"

For a time, the whole school was so noisy that it was about to explode.

Before Shen Ye stepped into the door, he heard everyone's scolding and scolding, and it was rare to get angry.

"If you don't study well, what are you doing here?"

Shen Ye was still dressed in Tsing Yi, and his long crow-colored hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, looking extremely cold.

Although Shen Ye was good-looking, if he was angry, it would be a different taste.

Ah bah, beauty is deceiving, beauty is deceiving.

Chu Yu forced herself to look away from him and coughed a few times.

In the end, it was Shen Ye's fault.

If it weren't for his heavy hand, she wouldn't be unable to move the pen and ask Xiang He to replace it.

It wouldn't have happened this morning.

"Hello, Mrs. Shen."

Chu Yu first greeted him and bowed his hands in salute, and deliberately showed the palm of his swollen right hand.

That expression was like saying 'whatever you caused, you solve it'.

The school quickly became quiet, but Song Wanqiu still didn't want to miss this opportunity.

"Mrs. Shen, it's obviously Princess Qinghua who asked someone to write for her and made mistakes first."

It's not wrong to look like that. It would be more realistic if there were two strings of tears hanging on the cheeks.

"I can beat His Highness's hand, and I also know about the ghostwriting."