Chapter 5 Penalty Copy
"Master Cui, isn't this a bit too much..."

Yun Shu wanted to bargain, but Master Cui had already thrown his sleeves, turned around and walked away from her angrily.

"If the princess does not wish to be my student, please ask His Majesty for permission!"

Well, now he’s even bringing up her cheap dad as a threat!

Yun Shu shut up in frustration.

Before today's class started, Yun Shu propped up his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes under the pretense of lowering his head to read, and quickly sank into the big villa. He used his mobile phone to check the number of words in the entire book of "The Doctrine of the Mean" -

The good news is that, for a book, it’s not a lot of words.

Bad news, three thousand five hundred and sixty-eight words.

If you copy it ten times, that would be 35,680 words!
On average, I have to copy about 12,000 words a day, and it has to be in calligraphy...

Old man Cui is such a bad person!!
Inside the villa, Yun Shu held his head and let out a painful wail.

……

Because she was thinking about the 12,000 words she had to copy as punishment that day, on the first day of school, Yun Shu wasn't that interested in the gossip about the future male and female protagonists.

I finally made it to three in the afternoon and was able to leave the study room.

As soon as Grand Tutor Cui left the house, the Sixth Prince came up to Yun Shu without any tact:

"Fifth sister, we agreed to eat fried chicken today!"

"Let's postpone it until three days later."

Yun Shu stood up listlessly:

"I still have to go back and copy books!"

"Hey...don't!"

Seeing that the fried chicken was about to fly away, Yun Chuhuan quickly stopped the person:
"Isn't it just copying a book? Why don't you just let Ziming help you?"

Liu Ziming, who was packing his bookcase for him, asked: "?"

The great enemy Liu Ziming raised his head in confusion, and after receiving the eye signal just thrown at him by the Sixth Prince, he quickly nodded in agreement:
"Yes, yes, yes! Isn't it just copying books? In the past, His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince was punished to copy books, and I helped him copy them!"

"That's right, Ziming is really good at imitating other people's handwriting!"

Yun Chuhuan promoted it vigorously:
"With Ziming here, reciting The Doctrine of the Mean ten times is nothing. Even if I recite it twenty or thirty times, there won't be any problem if I give it to him!"

"Then... thank you for your hard work?"

Unexpectedly, the fried chicken meal she casually arranged in the morning could bring her such benefits. Yun Shu immediately became energetic again and walked out of the study room with the Sixth Prince.

Seeing Tingxue and others waiting outside, Yun Shu waved his hand and said proudly:

"Hurry up and go to the imperial kitchen and get three, no, five chickens!"

"Princess, aren't five a bit too many?"

Cen Yiyi followed behind Yun Shu and spoke cautiously:

“We probably won’t be able to finish it.”

"We can finish it. There are still a lot of people in my palace!"

The cute little girl with a chubby face was really adorable, and she was more than a head shorter than her. Yun Shu raised his arm and it was just right for him to rest comfortably on the girl's shoulder.

"Although every part of fried chicken can be eaten, my favorite parts are usually the drumsticks and wings.
Five chickens only add up to ten chicken legs and ten chicken wings, not much!"

"Oh……"

Cen Yiyi nodded obediently and said nothing more.
When the Sixth Prince heard this, he turned around and gave an order to the eunuch beside him:
"Xiao Anzi, you come along too, and bring back two more chickens!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Anzi responded and quickly followed Tingxue to leave. The time it takes to go from the upper study to the imperial kitchen and then back to Fengyang Palace is definitely much longer than going directly from the upper study to Fengyang Palace.

Yun Shu didn't want to waste the waiting time, so after returning to Fengyang Palace, he immediately asked someone to prepare writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

Although they had already agreed to let Liu Ziming help her copy the work as punishment in the study room,

But even if you want to imitate the handwriting, you must have an original copy first!

Yun Shu sat upright at the desk, copied thirty words in a formal manner, and then gave up:

"No, no, I can't write it. This is too difficult to write!"

Judging from the serious look on Master Cui's face today, Yun Shu knew with her toes that if she handed in a bunch of crap, the old man would definitely get angry again.

He might even get so angry that he would ask her to rewrite it ten times!

But the writing brush was so soft, and she had never practiced using it in modern times. After writing just thirty characters that were barely neat, her hands were so sore that they began to tremble!

Wouldn't it cost her life to finish writing these three thousand words?

Put the brush aside heavily.
Yun Shu lay back on the backrest, like a salted fish that had lost its dream:
"I have to think of another way..."

"If Fifth Sister really doesn't want to copy, just let someone else copy all ten times!"

Yun Chuhuan gave a bad idea:

"Anyway, Old Man Cui has never seen your handwriting before."

"But we'll see each other again in the future."

Cen Yiyi mustered up her courage and whispered back:
"If we are discovered, the Master will definitely be angry!"

"Then do you have any other good ideas?"

Yun Chuhuan glanced at Cen Yiyi disapprovingly, and the latter immediately shrank her neck like a little quail and kept silent.

But after Yun Chuhuan finished speaking, he probably suddenly remembered that the fried chicken was not yet in his mouth.

After a pause, he raised his leg and kicked Liu Ziming's butt:
"Go and have a look. Hasn't my fifth sister already written dozens of words? Can you imitate her handwriting based on these words?"

"This...this is too little!"

When Liu Ziming heard that this problem had fallen on his head again, he immediately frowned:

“I just can’t do it!”

"useless!"

Yun Chuhuan glared at him:
"Aren't the strokes already there? How come you just..."

"It's okay, I've got an idea!"

Yun Shu was not distracted at all by the noise of Yun Chuhuan and the others. She sat up straight abruptly and met their curious gazes. The corners of her lips slowly rose, revealing a mysterious smile.

After one stick of incense,
Outside the small kitchen in the backyard of Fengyang Palace,

Yun Chuhuan looked at the seven lively roosters with great interest but confusion:
"Fifth sister, are you sure pulling out the hair on this thing's tail will work?
I've never heard that using a brush made of chicken feathers can make writing easier!"

"Won't we know if it works if we pull out a few first?"

Yun Shu raised her chin and was about to ask the eunuch in her palace to take action, but before she could open her mouth, Yun Chuhuan stopped her with great interest:
"No, Fifth Sister, we are all free anyway, why not have a competition?"

Yun Shu raised an eyebrow: "Comparing what?"

"Who can pluck the most tail feathers?"

Yun·Naughty Child·Chu Huan has already started to lift up his sleeves and instruct the eunuchs waiting on the side:
"I've never seen chickens alive like this before! You guys, go and untie the ropes tied to the chicken legs and let them run!"

(End of this chapter)