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Not surprisingly, Zhou Zhiqing's every move was given to Yan Zhenrui. Hearing that she passed the Zhou Mansion and the Chen Mansion and did not enter, he held the newspaper in his hand, looking indifferent. Hearing that she suddenly got out of the car to write a letter, Yan Zhenrui paused, and finally raised his solemn eyes.

Hearing that she whispered two sentences of something, and finally tore up all the letters she had written, Yan Zhenrui's thick black and beautiful eyebrows slowly fell, and asked, "What is written?" ”

The guard had already brought a handful of papers.

Two of them were torn by Zhou Zhiqing and re-glued, and the other two were re-transcribed.

Yan Zhenrui went back and forth, looked at it carefully, snorted, didn't make any comments, and asked, "Who is that scholar?" ”

The guard shrugged his shoulders and said: "It is a poor scholar, surnamed Han Mingqu, the word Yinghe, great-grandfather Han Chao once served as the Taishou of Nanping, and his father Han An was a fellow acquaintance of Xiangzhou, who died of illness five years ago, and his family fell in the middle of the road, so he came all the way north to join his relatives......

Yan Zhenrui didn't care at all about who Han Qu was, he just felt that the word "Han" sounded a little familiar. Yes, when he and Zhou Zhiqing first met, wasn't she pestering a scholar surnamed Han?

The guard didn't dare to hide it, and said, "It's that Han Gongzi." ”

Yan Zhenrui's face turned black immediately, and he scolded angrily: "How can this be reasonable. ”

She is really a thief, the little girl's family, she doesn't learn well, she has to learn to be an apprentice and play a beautiful boy in public, she is married, and she is still restless, she met by chance on the road, and she has to be entangled.

The guards didn't dare to look up, and secretly complained in their hearts.

Fortunately, Yan Zhenrui was not angry, so he had to continue with a bitter face. Hearing that Han Qu really painted two portraits of Zhou Zhiqing, Yan Zhenrui, who was angry, slapped the table: "Arrest him for this king." And those two paintings, they must not fall into the hands of others. ”

After sending the guards, Yan Zhenrui summoned the secret guards in the palace: "What is she doing?" ”

As soon as Zhou Zhiqing came back, she fell asleep after lunch.

Yan Zhenrui commented on this with only one word: "Pig." "Ate and slept, slept and ate, as if she really didn't have anything on her mind.

Of course, Zhou Zhiqing didn't know about this evaluation, otherwise she would definitely be aggrieved.

That night, Zhou Zhiqing was summoned to bed, and Yan Zhenrui was more ruthless to her than usual. Zhou Zhiqing was squeezed by him three times, but he was still alive, looking like he was going to tear her apart at any time, Zhou Zhiqing was almost scared to death.

She knew that this was an omen of Yan Zhenrui's anger, but she didn't know what she was wrong with, she would rather die than be a fool, Zhou Zhiqing refused to give in to death, used both hands and feet, kicked Yan Zhenrui aside, and said half-dead: "Lord, I won't do it, if I continue to toss, I will die." ”

said that it was kicking, it was just Zhou Zhiqing's self-feeling, with her soft strength, even an ant couldn't be crushed, Yan Zhenrui was almost angry, and it was time to settle accounts with her, so he rolled aside and snorted: "I'm going to die?" Who just shouted that he was dead? ”

Zhou Zhiqing's cheeks were flushed, at that time, his reason was lost, he was pestering and forcing each other in every way, he didn't remember what she said, he only knew what he liked, how could he let him send it out quickly, she would talk nonsense, how dare she think about it at this time?

Zhou Zhiqing pretended to be dead. Don't worry about him, maybe you will worry about yourself to death. Whatever he was angry about? If he doesn't mention it, she shouldn't be because of her.

Yan Zhenrui took her over with one hand and asked, "Tell me, what are the results of your visit today?" ”

Zhou Zhiqing raised her arms, hugged her shoulders, and a burst of soreness spread over her body, she was like a drowning person, next to the soft bed, just thinking about going to dream of Zhou Gong at this time, so she said weakly: "It's breathable." ”

"I heard you met an old man?"

Zhou Zhiqing opened her eyes suddenly, the light under her eyes was brighter than the palace lamp, and Yan Zhenrui's eyes narrowed: What are you excited about? What's the matter?

Zhou Zhiqing's eyes shrank, and a smile immediately burst out: "Who said that?" This is slander, framing, blood, I want to confront him face to face to see who wants to harm me. ”

"Snort." Yan Zhenrui lifted Zhou Zhiqing's long hair, blew a breath and said, "You are right." ”

"It was."

Yan Zhenrui pulled her long hair, frowned at her with satisfaction, and got closer to him with his strength, and said, "No wonder you are so happy today, and you can be regarded as fulfilling your long-cherished wish that day." This king is afraid that you will wait for a long time and that it will be difficult to rest day and night, so he asked someone to bring back the Han Qu and his two paintings to you. ”

Zhou Zhiqing: "......"

Who wants him to be troublesome? Why is he so annoying? He knows how to write two words? When she had the chance, she would have engraved these two words on his back, so that he could experience what it meant to be disgusting.

Zhou Zhiqing rescued the long hair from him, and said stupidly: "Oh, the prince is too careful, I don't know the broken paintings he painted at all, but I just want to borrow his pen to send a letter to my mother and sister to report safety." ”

Yan Zhenrui nodded: "This is easy, tomorrow, I will send two portraits of you." In this way, there is nothing to do with the horizontal and vertical king, he has not painted for a long time, his hands are raw, and the king is interested tonight, so people are ready to paint, and this king himself paints for you. ”

Zhou Zhiqing was flattered: "How dare you work the prince?" Isn't there a ready-made painting of Han Gongzi? It doesn't matter if he paints a portrait or not, send it over, my mother and sister naturally know that it's me, no need, no need. ”

Jokes, Yan Zhenrui's eyes are full of shrewd calculations, who knows what foreshadowing is buried in his fake heart?

Yan Zhenrui said yes, no matter how Zhou Zhiqing refused, he prepared the brushes and materials, he spread the white silk, took the paintbrush, and first examined Zhou Zhiqing up and down.

Zhou Zhiqing only felt that the cold air was bubbling up in her spine, took two steps back, and said: "The prince is gracious, Zhiqing is extremely grateful, there is a prince Lao, I don't dare to disturb, first, go and freshen up first...... "She wanted to run."

Yan Zhenrui's hand was raised, Zhou Zhiqing's knees were weak, and he knelt directly under Yan Zhenrui's feet: "This king works for you, how can you do it if you don't accompany you?" ”

Zhou Zhiqing is still looking all over the place, what kind of secret weapon is it? It doesn't hurt, it's just that the acupuncture points are sour and numb, and that's it. Can't he already be able to point at the acupoints, and he can point people's acupoints in the air, right?

I don't want Yan Zhenrui to pick up the pen and ask: "You treat this painting as a writer's book to report peace, do you want to bring this king with you?" ”

"No, not really."

"Well, yes, you have to use it." Yan Zhenrui pounced with the pen, buckled her under her with one hand, and tore off the light clothes that barely covered her.

Zhou Zhiqing screamed: "Pen, there is still paint on the pen." ”