Yan Meng stood outside the screen, holding the books in his hand, and Qianwan beckoned to him and called him over.

"What are you hiding from this palace?" Qianwan asked coldly.

Didn't my aunt ask An Dequan to pack all the books that Guozijian wanted to learn a few days ago and give them to him?

How could this Liu Shangshu take exactly the same copies?

Yan Meng bit her lip, and the nervous mood of Fang Cai came up again, and under her gaze, she looked away in a little panic, but the hand in her sleeve was pinched tightly.

Get.

I really have something to hide from my aunt and grandmother.

This milk doll has learned badly.

Qianwan's fingertips tapped on the desk, and she pretended to be disappointed and sighed, "I don't want to say it, so don't you." ”

Yan Meng's face turned pale, and what he was most afraid of was that she would be disappointed in him.

Slowly lowering his head, he carefully took out the torn books from his sleeves, which were stained with black ink, and the handwriting was no longer legible.

Qianwan's eyes must be that these books are the ones she gave before.

Yan Meng pursed his lips, as if he was trying to restrain his emotions, and his voice was a little low, "Niangniang, I'm sorry, I didn't take care of these books." ”

Qianwan was silent for a moment, took the books from his hand and put them on the desk, and then slowly rolled up his sleeves, the scratches on them were a little dazzling.

"That's not what this is what this palace is asking about."

I had expected that this doll would be cold-eyed in the country, but I didn't expect it to be injured, if I hadn't seen the blood on his wrist, I was afraid that he would have hidden it.

Yan Meng looked up at her in shock, he thought that she was disappointed because he had found those books.

Was it because he was injured?

As if with this cognition, Yan Meng's heart collapsed instantly, his eyes shone brightly, and the pleasure between his eyebrows seemed to render his complexion, making his whole face brighter.

smiled a little silly, "It's not in the way, it's just scratched by a stone." ”

Hehe.

My aunt and grandmother really believe that you were scratched and strained by a stone, and look at this appearance, I guess you fought with someone.

Let Songwu bring the disinfected things and bandage them with his hand, "You remember to this palace, Yiyi's forbearance is a manifestation of incompetence, and martial arts is a reckless man's doing, you must use outwitting to crush it, as a last resort, you must not hurt yourself." ”

Before you have absolute strength, use stratagems to kill the enemy.

Isn't this the absolute truth that the mortal world reveres?

Yue Lao: Oh, I vaguely remember that a certain god said that you should rely on strength to crush you? Disdain for the machinations of the mortal realm?

Shenji: This god hasn't read Xuanlei for a long time......

Joking:...... It's the fairy forgetfulness, forgetfulness.

So, doesn't the concubine mind if he uses tricks?

Yan Meng held the bandaged wrist and covered the joy in his eyes, he thought that the concubine would hate him for calculating others, but he didn't expect it......

Listening to the cold voice in his ears, Yan Meng only felt like stepping on soft cotton, beautiful and a little illusory. It seems that the moment I heard her tell herself, my heart was as sweet as eating candied fruit.

No.

Sweeter than eating preserves.

"Guifei Niangniang......" Yan Meng called softly, and then suddenly reached out to hug her waist, smelled the faint cold locust fragrance on the tip of his nose, closed his eyes, and only felt that his mind was at peace.

was suddenly hugged tightly by the milk doll, and Qianye was stunned for a moment.

Then he came to his senses and pulled the person who was glued to him away, "Didn't this palace just tell you?" ”

was pushed away, Yan Meng was a little aggrieved, and when he saw her cold look, he raised his face again and said, "The child remembers, joy and anger are invisible. ”