The regent walked away, and I looked at his back, and finally felt relieved, and I could be regarded as sending this plague god away.

"Qin'er, help me make a few more clothes for the little wooden man, and I will send them to the little princess when I have the opportunity in the future." I looked at the wooden man and almost forgot that I was grounded.

"Miss, do you still want to keep this wooden figure? Qin'er thinks it's a bad thing, what if someone talks about the wooden man again? Why don't we get rid of it? "Qin'er wants to take the wooden man.

"I've worked so hard to make it, and I don't think anyone would dare to say anything. After such a fuss, life will be more peaceful. Don't worry. I said nonchalantly.

"Miss, be careful!" Qin'er still said worriedly.

"I know that Qin'er is for my good, but I'm not easy to bully, if there is a next time, I will never be soft." I said very firmly.

"What's soft? What are you talking about? "The regent has returned with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Aren't you leaving?" I looked at the regent in confusion.

"This king is injured and needs to recuperate in the palace, and he has nothing to do, so he has come to teach Concubine De to write." The Lord Regent said it very lightly.

"I didn't say I wanted to learn?" I wanted to refuse directly, but it was not good not to give face to the prince.

"How can Princess Regent Tang not know how to write?" The regent said with a look of seriousness.

"It's a trivial matter, don't bother the prince." I can't argue with what he says, but I don't want to have anything to do with him.

"This king is not too troublesome." The regent is a religion today.

"Then there is Lord Lao." I couldn't kick him out, so I agreed.

The regent took my hand and wrote it one by one. I've never seen him so focused, his little heart pounding.

"Is this king good-looking?" The Lord Regent looked sideways at me.

"That prince, I can still write simple words." I lowered my head and deliberately avoided his gaze, and said nonsense without meaning.

"Then write it out and show it to the king." The Lord Regent sat aside and watched me write.

I gave my full attention to carefully writing each word. "Lord Wang, you see that I can't learn it for a while, otherwise I will practice calligraphy by myself, do you think you should rest, after all, you are still injured?" I showed him the written handwriting.

"The ghost crawling text on this hand is also called a word." The Lord Regent laughed.

"I could have practiced calligraphy by myself, without the prince's bother, and it would have saved the prince's jokes." I snatched the words and said angrily.

"Other side concubines are doing everything possible to please this king, why are you avoiding this king?" The Lord Regent stopped laughing and asked earnestly.

"You're not my favorite, so why should I please you?" I told the truth and asked rhetorically.

"But you have already married into the royal palace and are the king's person." The Lord Regent kept staring at me, questioning me all the time.

"You know, I just got married for Xiangguo." I continued to write, unconcerned.

"Who's your crush?" The Regent asked half-jokingly.

"I don't know, it's not you anyway." I replied bluntly.

"You're so funny." Instead of being angry, the regent thinks I'm real.

"There are so many women around the prince, just one me, one more, one less, it doesn't matter." I only cared about writing, and I didn't even look at what the prince's face was now.

In the days when I was grounded, the prince came to Jiyan Pavilion every day to teach me how to write, although he was a patient, he seemed to take care of me more. The outside world says that he is a cold-faced prince, but in fact, he also has a warm side after getting along. His injuries healed a few days sooner than expected, and he also liked to drink the fruit tea I had prepared.

"Your handwriting seems to have a little bit of style now, and it will definitely be better if you practice more in the future." The prince looked at the words with appreciation.

"Thank you for your teachings." I handed him a cup of fruit tea.

"How do you want to thank me?" The prince took the fruit tea and said while drinking.

"I've already thanked you, and the prince has drunk it into his stomach." I said as I feigned confusion.

"What, you ......" The prince was choked by my words.

"You're stupid." It took a while for the regent to come up with such a sentence.

I just drank tea and didn't continue talking.