He frowned, remembering the waist card given by the Queen Mother, and what Chu Xian had said that day.

Word by word, I recall it clearly in my ears.

After dinner, the East Three West Warm Pavilion

Chu Xian practiced calligraphy, and the fourth master wrote articles.

There was no word in the seat, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

Chu Xian drummed slightly in her heart, and after consuming 20 points of the fourth master's favorability and turning on the scanning function, she always felt that the fourth master was not the same as before, was it her illusion?

Or is he so cold after his opinion dropped from 67 to 47?

"The fourth master doesn't seem to be enthusiastic." Xiao Qi whispered in her ear to remind.

"You don't understand." Chu Xian replied lightly, put down her pen and stared at the young man opposite.

In the past, he only felt that he was handsome with three points of coldness, but today he seems to have only three points of coldness left.

But these are just her feelings, and there is no evidence.

Although her favorability was used up by her 20 points out of thin air, he still dined with her, still wrote articles and read books in her Xinuan Pavilion, still shared the bed with her, and still ......

Her heart was a little hot, she twisted her neck unnaturally, and she always felt that the marks on her body were a little itchy.

The tip of the pen paused, and she looked up at the teenager opposite.

The tip of his pen paused slightly, but quickly continued, as if she hadn't looked at it.

"I counted the days just now, Fourth Master, you will rest tomorrow?"

"Yes." He replied softly, dipped in ink and continued to write.

Chu Xian hurriedly went to help him grind, pressing the restless wings in her heart: "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" ”

"You want to leave the palace?" He finally raised his head, and his phoenix eyes were full of clarity.

Chu Xian nodded: "When I went to greet my ancestor today, her old man still said that I was lazy." I've been to the racecourse for so long. ”

"Xian'er heard that your horsemanship is also very good, can you take Xian'er to the horse farm tomorrow?" She clenched the lake pen in her hand as she spoke.

I can't tell what I feel in my heart, that is, I want to go out of the palace and play freely for a day, and I secretly hope that he can cope with it.

The fourth master frowned, and counted the articles and schoolwork left by the masters, but the time was enough.

It's just that......

"Ming'er, you bring the palace maid and a few more guards, the master still has some things."

The cold voice clearly fell into her ears.

I couldn't tell what I felt in my heart, Chu Xian said "um" and continued to write in big characters, without saying anything more.

She lowered her head and wrote seriously, and her snow-white neck showed a little trace left by last night, which was ambiguous and evocative.

There seemed to be a small flame in his body that had been lit, the fourth master's eyes flashed darkly, and the fingers holding the lake pen tightened, making them even more distinct.

Bedding must be tempered.

Besides, she will leave the palace tomorrow to go to the horse farm, and she must not be overindulged.

Just, is she looking forward to going to the horse farm? Would you love to go to the horse farm on your own? Why is it so quick to accept?

He's not here, is she going to shake off her pigtails and have a good time?

"Settle it." He quickly finished writing the article and carried the person directly into the bedroom.

Chu Xian was stunned all of a sudden, she was still writing big characters one second, and she was picked up in the air the next second.

"I still have a pen in my hand......"

Before he finished speaking, the young man directly blocked her lips, and the pen in his hand didn't know where he threw it.

Why?

I know very well what I should do and what I shouldn't do, but I can't control it when I touch her?

How can those shocking traces of ambiguity be possible?

I'm irritable, I want to repeat it, and I subconsciously want to deepen those traces.

What's wrong?