He stopped, turned his head and answered me.

"What?"

I grinned and laughed timidly: "I'm fine, I just want to tell you that my head doesn't hurt that much." ”

He frowned, slowly took me in his arms and walked towards the inner room, gently put me on the bed, and said, "It's better to call someone to ask the imperial doctor to take a look, you are so resting, I will go back when I go."

Seeing that he was leaving, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and said frankly: "I'm really fine, I just said that I had a headache, but in fact, I just lied to you." Because of what you just said, I felt very moved after listening to it, and as soon as I was moved, I couldn't help crying. ”

He looked at me with a smile and a slight emotion.

I grinned, and in a few moments his lips were attached to mine.

"Long Pole ......"

When I opened my mouth slightly, he easily pried my teeth open, and then kissed me deeply.

I didn't know how to respond to him, so I had to close my eyes tightly, his kisses fell all over my body, hot and lingering, and I was once again cramped and uneasy by this ** feeling.

Suddenly, Changji attached himself to my ear and whispered softly: "The night is long, you have to do something meaningful."

Me: "......"

The candles are blazing, and the red tents are heavy.

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When I woke up the next day, my whole body was sore, and I secretly opened my eyes with shame, but the person next to me was already gone.

The sun was fine, the clouds were faint, and the light shone through the curtains, shining on the golden beast, covering the curling purple smoke rising from the furnace.

I rolled over, intending to go back to sleep, but just as Hua Fu came in with a wash of face, and when she saw me stretching, she smiled so strangely.

Hua Fu covered her mouth and snickered, and her voice was faint: "The princess was tired yesterday, so let's sleep a little longer." I'm not in a hurry to get up. ”

Hua Fu said very reverie, I couldn't help but blush, and quickly raised the quilt to cover my face.

Hua Fu smiled, pulled down my quilt and said, "The princess is still shy, it's really rare." Well, the servant doesn't say anything more. ”

I pouted, pretending to be annoyed: "Hua Fu is talking more and more, who can listen to you so much." Catch up with Ming'er, and also find you a wishful husband, so that you can say enough to him. ”

Hua Fu was like being struck by lightning, and she was not a little shy, only stunned, "Princess, the slave didn't say anything, you are trying to harm me." ”

Seeing her aggrieved appearance, as if letting her marry was to make her suffer, I couldn't help laughing, and bit my tongue when I laughed. There's really no sleepiness at all.

After breakfast, I was in a good mood and went into the study again to practice calligraphy. From today on, I am even more determined to be a woman with poetry and books, so that I can be worthy of my family.

I stayed in the study all day, and I felt energetic and not tired all day. Write hard, just for the discarded straw paper spread on the ground. No matter how you write this word, it's so ugly, it's really sad.

Seeing that it was getting late and late, and I hadn't come out for dinner, Duobu couldn't help but knock on the door to call me, but I didn't answer, she pushed the door and entered the house by herself.

Hua Fu watched Duo step in, as if she saw a savior, raised her hand and exaggeratedly pounded her right arm, which was numb from grinding ink, and threw a look of help at her.

Duobu ignored it and walked straight towards me.

"Duobu, hurry up and persuade the princess, if she writes again, she won't be tired, my hands are about to be wasted."

I threw a ball of waste paper at Hua Fu, pretending to be angry: "As long as you talk a lot, grind the ink quickly."

Hua Fu blinked aggrievedly and continued to work hard.

"I have been writing all day, why haven't I rested?" Duobu approached step by step and spoke softly.

I looked up casually outside the window, the sun was yellow, and the afterglow hung diagonally on the wall. I couldn't help but sigh: "I can't imagine that I have studied hard and practiced so hard that I have reached the point of forgetting to sleep and eat." ”

Hua Fu pouted and said, "Not necessarily, it should have reached the point of forgetting the pain of the wasted hand."

I rolled my eyes at her, picked up my pen again and splashed ink, and took the work from Hua Fu's hand, polishing it and probing my words. I saw that she was serious, but she didn't comment on it, and her face was solemn, it should be that the words I wrote couldn't be eye-catching, and she didn't bother to comment.

Thinking of this, I inevitably felt a little embarrassed, so I subconsciously shifted my position, and deliberately covered the wrong stroke in the right corner. Duobu didn't think so, but continued to move with me, and finally said: "Writing also needs inspiration, and it doesn't matter if you can't write well now, just practice more."

I sneered, "I finally feel a little bit after writing for most of the day." Don't look at the ugly handwriting I write now, in time, I will definitely become a calligrapher. ”

Duo Bu shook his head with a smile, picked up a handscroll on the table, and praised it again and again: "This character is really well written, it is very popular with everyone, it shouldn't have been written by you."

I glanced at it, and the black scroll of yellow paper was very eye-catching, "This is written by Changji." ”

Changji's handwriting was beautiful, so I asked him to write me a calligraphy slip as a reference for me to practice calligraphy. I thought, I watched like this day by day, copying slowly, maybe one day I would be as good as he was in handwriting. I think it's very good, but it's a pity that the truth is a little cruel, no matter how much I imitate it, I can't learn the essence of him, Rao has practiced hard for many days, and still can't imitate a similarity, it's really hurtful.

"Changji's good handwriting is upright and neat, but it is casual and handsome, in comparison, I can't even grasp the strength of the pen, let alone the style. Look at his words, and then look back at mine, crooked, inked, tsk, I can't bear to look at it directly. ”

Seeing that I was worried, Duobu said with relief: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the nine-story platform starts from the tired soil, and it is not possible to practice a good handwriting in a day or two." If a generation of people can be achieved only by virtue of the work of the day and night, then wouldn't the pool of clear water of the book saint not come in handy. ”

Duo Buling smiled, and his demeanor was modest.

I thought about it for a while, and I felt that this was reasonable, and it was very appealing to my heart. Anyway, you can't eat a big fat man in one bite, this matter can't be rushed, you have to take it step by step, step by step. Thinking about it like this, his enthusiasm suddenly disappeared, he put down his pen, and said yes again and again.

After a pause, I suddenly remembered something.

I was a little embarrassed, but I was still ashamed to ask, and humbly asked for advice: "By the way, Duobu, who is the book saint?" What pool of water is his? ”

Duobu's smile gradually disappeared, but his brows gradually wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

At this moment, a maidservant came in from outside, holding several scrolls in her hand, and looked like the paper I usually used for painting.

I put down my pen and asked, "What is it in your arms?"

As if she was startled, she was shocked when she heard my voice, and her face turned red and said, "Princess, the slave maid accidentally soiled your painting, and it was definitely not intentional."

I was confused: "Painting, what painting?"

Hua Fu stood aside and reminded me: "It should have been sent by the princess at the beginning of the month, there are seven or eight in total, it was the maid who was careless, and before she had time to explain to the princess, she made an initiative to let people take it to the study."

I suddenly remembered that Changji had asked me for any painting a few days ago, and he searched the study at that time and couldn't find it, thinking that I had taken it. The begging was fruitless, and he had a big fight with me and rushed away. Isn't it that some of his paintings are placed together with the scroll sent by Anping, and they are confused by the spilled maidservant?

So that's the case, no wonder he came to me to ask for it.

Duo Bu made a straight face and said coldly: "If that's the case, then why did it take so long to come back!"

The girl hurriedly kowtowed a few times, and explained in a trembling voice: "The slave maid accidentally spilled water on this painting when she was cleaning the house and wiping the table. The slave was afraid of being punished by the master's mother, so in a hurry, she would take the painting outside to dry. The slave maid originally planned to take it back and put it in the study as soon as the painting dried, but she never thought that when the slave and maid passed by the atrium with the painting in her arms, Wen Liangdi came to visit the princess in the house, and happened to see the painting in the slave maid's arms, so she couldn't help but borrow it, and said that she would return it in a few days. The slave didn't dare to disobey, so she ...... But today, Wen Liangdi really sent someone to send the painting back, and the slave maid sent it immediately. ”

I was shocked and wondered, "Wen Liangdi, when did she come to see me?"

"Back to the princess, half a month ago."

I didn't speak, but Hua Fu scolded sharply: "What happened half a month ago, why do you only say it now." You, you are so bold, and you have learned to deceive and deceive. Looks like I'm overly indulgent to you on weekdays. ”

The servant girl's face turned pale with fear, and she fell to the ground, "The slave and maid know that they are wrong, the princess forgives the sin, and the princess, you will spare the slave and maid." ”

Duobu said hatefully: "It's so unruly, how can you ......"

I knew that Duobu was angry at this person's careless behavior, which caused me to be misunderstood by Changji, and I wanted to blame her for a few words, but seeing that she was so scared, I couldn't get angry, so I had to wave my hand to let Duobu stop.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal. You will hand over the painting to Huafu to deal with, don't be careless in the future, you should be cautious in everything when doing things in the palace, and you must not be careless, otherwise you will suffer the most. ”

She hurriedly kowtowed, and her attitude was humble: "The slave and maid follow the princess's teachings."

I sneered, what kind of teaching, but a few words of saliva.

I took the painting away, put it back in the porcelain that contained the painting scroll, and prepared to go to Changji again the next day to settle the score, and settle the grievances I had suffered in vain.

I put the painting down and picked it up again. I'm curious to know what kind of painting can make Nagaji nervous like that.

I hooked my lips, smiled maliciously, and said to myself, "Who the hell did you draw so nervous?" Could it be that he was secretly drawing a picture of the Spring Palace. Or is he actually stealing a picture of me. ”

Oh, where does the confidence come from! I blushed myself when I said it.

I was so excited that I couldn't wait to peek at his paintings, but when the scroll opened, I regretted it.

It's not a picture of the spring palace, naturally, it's not me who drew it. Who is the person on the painting?

But this man is so pretty.

The scroll is slightly yellowed, and it has been stained with some water, which makes the paper scroll a little unclean, but the person on the painting is still conspicuous. An armed body can't hide its beauty, with delicate eyebrows, heroic posture, and tight training. I looked at the painting and felt suffocated, is this Wen'er?

No wonder he would be so precious about this painting, before it was replaced, and don't say that if I took one of his paintings, even if I demolished his study, he wouldn't frown. But because of the person in this painting, he frowned at me coldly and spoke ill of me.