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Because they had a meal in the middle of the afternoon, the two of them barely ate anything when they had dinner. Ziyan packed two steamed buns, just in case the two of them were hungry at night, they would prepare them first.

The other palace people were still eating, and when the two of them slipped away to the wall and were about to go back, they were stopped by Aunt Qiao'er, who took Leng An's hand and said, "Your Highness wants to see you, this time is in the study, and you are ...... in the past."

"Your Highness wants to see me? Does my aunt know what Lu Dao is talking about? ”

Aunt Qiao'er shook her head: "Presumably because of the summons of the queen's mother...... I don't know, so don't speculate, you'll know when you go......"

Leng An nodded, then turned his head to look at Ziyan, who responded with understanding: "Then sister, I'll go back to the house and wait for you first......" After speaking, she showed a bright smile.

Leng An also smiled, then saluted Qiao'er and followed Ziyan out of the room.

The snow outside had not stopped, and it had been falling like this, and the ground had been covered with a thin layer of snow. Leng An stepped on it and made a creaking sound, and after saying goodbye to Ziyan, he walked straight to His Royal Highness's study.

At the door of the study, Yanlu Gonggong and a little eunuch were guarding the door, and when he saw Leng An coming, Yanlu's father-in-law greeted him: "The girl is here?" Your Highness is waiting for you inside......"

"There is a ...... of Father-in-law Lao" Leng An saluted him, and Father-in-law Yanlu pushed open the door with a smile, Leng An owed a debt, and walked in.

The door behind him was softly shut, the fire in the room was burning, the coolness receded, the warmth hit, Leng An saw Leng Chen, the eldest prince sitting in front of the desk holding a brush and writing hard.

His Highness didn't seem to notice Leng An coming in, and his attention was all on what he had written. Leng An walked over, knelt on the ground and whispered, "Slave Ruo'an asks His Highness for ......"

"Hmm...... Get up......" Leng Chen continued to write without raising his head, and Leng An couldn't interrupt, so he had to stand up and wait on the side.

Because he was close to the fire, the feeling of warmth was even more sleepy, and Leng An stood for a while before his eyelids began to fight......

When Leng Chen put down his pen and stopped writing, Leng An was already standing there kowtowing and swaying from side to side, Leng Chen couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw her like this, so he called softly: "Come and grind......"

Hearing the voice of the eldest prince, Leng An was agitated and immediately woke up sleepy. She saluted the eldest prince, walked to the table, picked up the ink ingot on the side, and began to study the ink. The eldest prince saw that she was very skillful, so he didn't say anything more, picked up the brush and wrote again.

In fact, Leng An studied classical Chinese painting for a period of time when he was in college. This naturally includes the most basic requirements for how to grind ink. The ink is delicate and silent, and the amount of water added each time is also strictly regulated, neither too much nor too little. The strength of the ink grinding is also exquisite, and it can't be polished when it's light, and it can't be polished when it's heavy.

Fortunately, Leng An learned some before that, the quality of the ink ingots used by this prince is one of the best, and the grinding is as delicate as silk, without even a little impurity, which can be described as a high-quality product. Leng An couldn't help but marvel at how exquisite the skills of the ancients could be!

Seeing that Leng An was grinding very well, the eldest prince wrote more and more easily, and sprinkled a few pieces of paper and went down. With work, Leng An is not sleepy, she is studying ink, while looking at Leng Chen, from this angle, Leng Chen's side face is very tough, and the eyelashes are also very long, but the crippled legs look so weak......

Leng An was very curious from the first time they met, the prince of a country, is actually a disabled person who needs to be accompanied by a wheelchair all day long, how did this injury come about, she has never been clear, and she has also tentatively inquired about others before, but the result of the question is all such unity, all "I don't know how to ...... Dao". No one knows how he became like this, or does no one dare to say it at all? Leng An secretly pondered in his heart, presumably it must be the second case. After all, no one wants to take this risk when talking about the prince's old illness in private.

Just when Leng An was thinking nonsense, Leng Chen put down the pen, took the envelope on the side, folded the paper, stuffed it in, and took wax oil to seal his mouth. Only then did he raise his head and say to Leng An: "Go and call Yanlu!" ”

Leng An nodded, then went straight out of the door and brought Father-in-law Yanlu in.

"Your Highness, you called me?"

"Well, this is a secret letter, eight hundred miles to send it out urgently! Be sure to be fast! Leng Chen instructed, and Yanlu's father-in-law responded: "Obey the order......" After receiving the letter, he retreated.

Leaning on the wheelchair, Leng Chen seemed a little depressed, Leng An couldn't help but ask curiously and softly, "Why is Your Highness worried?" ”

Leng Chen smiled: "Frontier matters, you probably won't understand ...... if you say it."

As soon as Leng An heard that the frontier was involved, he realized that he was talking too much, generally the affairs of the frontier are mostly related to the army, this is an important state affair, and it is better not to ask too much about a small palace maid like herself......

"Who did you learn this ink grinding technique from?" His Royal Highness dipped his pen in ink and wrote a few words on rice paper, Leng An just thought about how to lie, but saw His Royal Highness hook a woman's figure with a pen, and almost wanted to draw facial features, but he choked up......

The figure of the woman, although it was scribbled casually by His Royal Highness, was extremely refined, as if she had practiced it many times...... Leng An looked at it, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, who is this highness drawing? I remember my body so clearly, why did I choke on my face?

His Royal Highness was entangled for a while, then put the pen aside, and was about to throw away the paper in a ball, but was stopped by Leng An: "Your Highness drew so well, why should you throw it away?" ”

Leng Chen didn't speak, just threw the paper ball into the stove...... The flames burst up and engulfed the paper, turning it to ashes in an instant. Seeing that Leng Chen's face was not good, Leng An didn't dare to ask anything, so he stood and waited.

After half a sound, Leng Chen opened his mouth again: "Although your true identity is ominous, I have seen your painting skills, if you are a man, you must be far more successful than Lord Luo......

"Your Highness is too much of a slave...... Leng An said politely, she is actually very calm in her heart, she learned to paint when she was a child, and she received professional training, how could she lose to this ancient painter? Moreover, she has also received an education in Western techniques, and her paintings are even more three-dimensional......