He Tiantian rolled for a while, found the "Yellow Emperor's Outer Classics" that he hadn't had a chance to read for a long time, and turned to the page with the bookmark.

On the bookmark, the lotus leaves are still the same, Su Jingyun's handwriting is still the same, Jiangnan can pick lotus, and lotus leaves are He Tiantian. She stared at it for a while, threw it aside, and told him that her name didn't mean that, and she had to do it for her.

Flipping through the books, the night was falling, the maids came in, lit the lamps and candles, He Tiantian put the books away, and got up from the soft couch, but found that Su Jingyun was still sitting in front of the bookcase, writing hard.

She walked over, tilted her head to look at it, and asked, "What about writing?" ”

Su Jingyun let out a "hmm" and didn't bother to look up: "You have to finish transcribing tonight, you go to dinner first." ”

"Can't you let someone else write it for you?" He Tiantian asked.

"I can't." Su Jingyun replied, finished writing a volume, and picked up another volume.

There was a table full of official documents, and less than a fifth of them had been transcribed, and in this way, not only did he not have time for dinner, but he was afraid that he would not even be able to sleep.

He Tiantian stood next to him, looked at it for a while, suddenly felt a little guilty, reached out and pulled his sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Shall I help you transcribe?" I write according to your handwriting. ”

"Can you write the king's handwriting?" Su Jingyun expressed her suspicions mercilessly, urging her, "Hurry up and have dinner, remember to take the medicine." ”

He Tiantian didn't say anything more, turned around and went out.

Su Jingyun buried himself in writing, but after a while, he smelled the fragrance of the food, and when he looked up, it turned out to be He Tiantian, holding a big box, and walked in.

"What is this?" Su Jingyun said strangely.

"Lunch box." He Tiantian said, put the box on the side of the bookcase, and took out the chopsticks and spoon.

"You're eating here?" Su Jingyun moved the official document to the side to make room for her.

"Hmm." He Tiantian picked up a chopstick and fried mutton with green onions, put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Do you eat it?" ”

Su Jingyun looked at her and didn't speak.

He Tiantian took another chopstick mutton, took the spoon and fed it to his mouth.

Su Jingyun chewed slowly and continued to transcribe the official documents.

He Tiantian took a bite himself, fed him a mouthful, and said, "Look at how conscientious I am, I fed you with chopsticks." ”

Su Jingyun was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean, is this king has no conscience?" ”

"Of course!" He Tiantian was indignant, "You fed it with your mouth before!" ”

You feed it with your mouth, too...... Is this still taught by people...... No, I can't teach it...... Su Jingyun felt that she couldn't communicate with her at all, so she simply kept silent.

He Tiantian fed him another piece of wine-stuffed chicken and asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

Su Jingyun chewed and swallowed the chicken nuggets before answering her: "What you feed, it's all delicious." ”

"Can you be more pocky?" He Tiantian shivered exaggeratedly.

"......" couldn't communicate, couldn't communicate at all, and Su Jingyun was silent again.

He Tiantian chewed a fish ball, tilted his head to look at it, and asked, "How many years have you practiced your calligraphy?" ”

Su Jingyun dipped his ink and said, "This king was enlightened at the age of three, and he began to practice calligraphy at the age of five. ”

He Tiantian glared at him, stuffed a big fish ball into his mouth: "I started practicing at the age of five, how many years was that?" I don't know how old you are this year! ”

"Are you still the king's pet, and you don't even know the king's age?" Su Jingyun didn't want to be silent again.

He Tiantian was not convinced, and rolled his eyes: "You don't know how old I am!" ”

"This summer, I just passed my sixteenth birthday." Su Jingyun answered her quickly.

He Tiantian was embarrassed, picked up a piece of pork ribs, and shook it in front of his eyes: "How old are you, sue me." ”

Su Jingyun pushed away her obstructive hand, untied the jade pendant on her waist, and handed it to her.

He Tiantian turned the jade pendant over, and there was a line of small characters engraved on the back, God bless the sixth year, the first day of the first month.

God bless six years, when was that? The current era name is Yongguang, huh? He Tiantian crossed over to Dawu, it was less than two years in total, looking at the jade pendant, he couldn't figure it out, and finally had to run to the bookshelf to find the almanac.

She flipped through the bookshelf for half an hour, and finally figured out the number of years of Da Wu, rushed back to the bookcase, and said excitedly: "It turns out that you are nineteen this year?" It looks quite young, but it's a little bit bad-tempered. ”

Su Jingyun shook his head and took a new volume of official documents.

He Tiantian sat back in his place, continued to take a bite of you, a mouthful of me, and chattered: "You are the first day of the new year?" Then your nickname, is it called the first year of junior high school? There is a girl who is also born at the beginning of the new year, her name is Yuan Chun......"

Su Jingyun was so noisy that she had a headache, and knocked on the box with a pen: "He Tiantian!" ”

He Tiantian's voice stopped abruptly, and suddenly fell silent, and after a while, she put down her chopsticks, and there was a little choking in her voice: "I'm sorry...... Su Jingyun, I'm sorry......"

Su Jingyun looked at her sideways and rubbed her hair: "Isn't it just a transcription of official documents, and it's also worth your way?" It's okay, go to sleep. ”

He Tiantian nodded, sent the leftover box out, washed up briefly, changed to a new Mother Chen, climbed to the soft couch in the blue yarn cupboard and slept.

The next day, when the sky was bright, she woke up, covered with a warm brocade quilt, but Su Jingyun was missing in front of the bookcase.

The maid in the study was very clever, and when she was dressed, she didn't wait for her to ask, so she took the initiative to tell her: "He Liangyuan, Your Highness has entered the palace early in the morning." ”

He Tiantian looked at the empty bookcase and asked, "Did he sleep yesterday?" ”

"Nope." The maid replied, "Your Highness wrote about the fifth watch, and went directly to the palace, and I heard that after getting into the carriage, I am still writing." ”

He Tiantian was silent, lying on the soft couch in a daze, and let the maid help her comb her hair and wash her face.

She had breakfast in Jiale Palace, but somehow, she always felt uneasy, so she didn't go back to Kunyuan Palace, but stayed in Su Jingyun's study.

At noon, Su Jingyun had not yet returned, Guan Yan appeared in the study first, and called her urgently: "He Liangyuan!" He Liangyuan! Your Highness is injured, I'm afraid I'm going to stitch you with that needle, so hurry up and get your things ready!" ”

Stitches?! So strict?! He Tiantian stood up suddenly: "Didn't he enter the palace?" How did you get hurt?! ”

Guan Yan said: "His Royal Highness re-transcribed the official document, which was discovered by the emperor, and the emperor ordered the king of Jin to ask the reason, but the king of Jin took the chicken feather as an arrow and forced him with a sword; In order to calm down this matter, His Royal Highness suffered a sword from the King of Jin, and then he was injured......"

"He, why is he so stupid...... Why didn't he confess me......" He Tiantian said in a daze, waving his hand for the maid to go and get the medical box.

Guan Yan patted the hilt of the sword and said: "He Liangyuan, this is not a joke, although you are a woman, it is unlikely that the emperor will cut off your head, but he will give you a letter of resignation and let you leave the Chu Palace!" ”